Luckily, it wasn't Song Hengjue in front of me, otherwise I would have gotten a dirty look from her.

Seeing her brother's ears turn red, Mu Xiaoxiao's lips twitched, and she almost cursed out loud.

How shameless of him to seduce her sister-in-law right in front of her!

Yang Qingheng was unaware that the brother and sister were about to have a verbal battle. She carefully looked at the dress she was wearing, which fit her fairly well, and nodded: "This one will do."

It was pure white, with a simple and elegant design, and it looked quite good with Tang Bainian's suit. She was fairly satisfied with it.

"Let me wrap it up for you," the saleswoman said warmly, but suddenly cried out in surprise as a cup of hot tea in her hand spilled directly onto Yang Qingheng's skirt. She was so anxious that she was about to cry. "I'm so sorry, Madam, I was so careless."

Yang Qingheng frowned, but didn't want to make things difficult for a young woman who had just entered the workforce over such a small matter. She sighed and said, "Go and see if there are any dresses here that fit my size." She needed them tonight, and it was too late to make a new one now. If there weren't any, she would have to go home and get an old one to make do for now.

The sales clerk slapped his forehead: "Yes, madam, please wait a moment." He then turned and went into the inner room.

Yang Qingheng felt a strange sensation from his decisive manner.

"This is the one, madam, would you like to try it on?" She quickly and carefully returned with a dress.

It was pink! Yang Qingheng was stunned for a second. She had never worn this color to a formal banquet before; it was too flashy.

"Are there any others?" Yang Qingheng unfolded the box and took a look. The style was definitely better than the one she had just ordered. If only it weren't this color.

The sales clerk shook her head without hesitation: "Madam, with your figure, I'm afraid none of the other styles of dresses in our store would fit you."

Her waist was defined, her legs were defined, and her muscles were evenly proportioned; she was envious of it all.

Tang Bainian glanced at it and said, "Isn't it pretty good? Why don't you try it on first?"

“Yes, sister-in-law, I think you would look absolutely stunning in this.” Mu Xiaoxiao touched the dress, wishing she could put it on Yang Qingheng herself.

She had never seen her sister-in-law wear pink before, and she stomped her foot, feeling inexplicably excited.

Seeing that their expressions didn't seem fake, Yang Qingheng nodded: "Alright."

I took the clothes into the fitting room; it wasn't complicated, and I came out in just a few minutes.

Mu Xiaoxiao was arguing with her brother when she suddenly saw Yang Qingheng and couldn't take her eyes off her.

The sales clerk swallowed hard, feeling for the first time that pouring tea on someone's dress was a good deed.

"This is it, sister-in-law, you have to wear this, or I'll get mad at you!" Mu Xiaoxiao almost burst into tears as she rushed over to Yang Qingheng, touching and hugging her as if she wanted to be attached to her.

I was almost overjoyed.

This is Mu Xiaoxiao's sister-in-law, haha, Mu Xiaoxiao has made something of herself!

Tang Bainian was stunned. He didn't expect that Mu Xiaoxiao would have already jumped onto his wife's waist. His temples throbbed with anger, and he rushed forward and forcefully pulled her down.