As soon as Wang Ma saw her, she quickly smiled and said, "Miss Yun, these are the clothes Mr. Yan ordered to be delivered to you last night."
Yun Qiluo glanced at her loose white pajamas.
She didn’t feel there was any problem at all.
She casually waved her small hand: "Wang Ma, tell the beautiful woman it’s not necessary, I’m fine wearing these."
Wang Ma immediately felt troubled: "But Miss, these are Mr. Yan’s wishes..."
Besides, which girl doesn’t like new clothes?
Why does Miss Yun not seem very excited? Why is her first thought to return them?
"Don’t I already have a lot of clothes?" Yun Qiluo furrowed her small brows and hesitantly said, "Last time, you clearly showed me, there were a lot of new clothes."
Looking at the young girl’s innocent and naive appearance, she felt embarrassed to tell her that what she saw were actually the maid’s uniforms stocked in the villa’s storage.
Thinking of this, Wang Ma couldn’t help but feel a bit sorrowful.
Miss Yun was truly pitiable, wearing even the maid’s clothes with such contentment, it was clear she had been through tough times, it really wasn’t easy.
She said compassionately: "Miss Yun, why don’t you go and change into them..."
"No," Yun Qiluo shook her head firmly, "Wang Ma, tell the beautiful woman to send them back."
Wang Ma was curious: "Miss Yun, do you not like them?"
The young girl shook her head again: "No."
"I can’t waste the beautiful woman’s money anymore."
The young girl’s big, watery eyes glanced at the array of clothes before her, each looking very expensive.
The beautiful woman already found it hard to support her, she couldn’t add to his burden.
If he went bankrupt, it wouldn’t be good.
When Yan Yan came out from the side room after reading the morning paper, he heard the young girl’s soft voice in the living room confidently saying she couldn’t waste his money.
That little face was full of seriousness, making people want to laugh.
His mouth slowly curved into a smirk as he walked toward her with long strides.
Wang Ma and the other maids sorting clothes immediately greeted him respectfully as he approached: "Sir, good morning."
Yun Qiluo looked up, seeing the man with unmatched looks in a casual outfit, one hand in his pocket, standing before her.
In the morning light, that face was as bewitchingly beautiful as a fallen deity, dark yet extremely captivating.
Her eyes lit up, her cheerful voice rising several pitches:
"Oh beautiful one, you haven’t left yet?"
Yan Yan raised an eyebrow indifferently: "Leave for where?"
"To work," her soft voice carried a hint of confusion.
Normally by this time, the beautiful one would have already left, why didn’t he go out today?
Could it be that he was waiting for her?
Facing the young girl’s pure and openly curious gaze, the man silently shifted his eyes away.
His thin lips slowly voiced a command: "Go change into the clothes."
Yun Qiluo held onto the hem of his clothes, unwilling to move, furrowing her small brows: "But..."
Yan Yan glanced at her casually.
"I won’t go bankrupt."
The young girl paused: "Really?"
Her disbelieving gaze made Yan Yan, who was always accustomed to being superior, experience for the first time what it felt like to have his capabilities questioned.
He coldly replied: "Really."
What misunderstanding did this little thing have about his wealth?
The Yan Family’s centuries of heritage and wealth, and she thought she could squander it with just a few pieces of clothing? Where did she get the confidence?