Qiu Mang nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Then, carrying a pile of clothes, she went into the fitting room.

The fitting room was very large, and the two ladies who accompanied Mrs. Wang also went in.

Mrs. Wang had already changed her clothes and was holding a silk scarf in her hand, looking troubled: "Xiao Qiu, I don't know how to tie this silk scarf. Could you come and help me with it?"

"no problem."

Without hesitation, Qiu Mang walked straight to Mrs. Wang's side and carefully tied her silk scarf.

Just as she finished fastening her clothes, Qiu Mang turned her head casually and happened to see Mrs. Zhang, who had come with her, holding up her phone with the camera pointed directly at them.

"Mrs. Zhang, what are you doing?" Qiu Mang asked softly.

Mrs. Zhang didn't even lift her eyelids. In front of Qiu Mang, she deftly sent the video she had just filmed to the class group.

Then, he slowly and deliberately began, "Miss Qiu, here's the thing: Zixuan's mother mentioned she wanted to buy a silk scarf, and I thought Mrs. Wang's was quite nice, so I wanted to send it to her. I don't have Zixuan's mother's WeChat, so I can only send it to the group chat."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to come to her senses and forced an apologetic look on her face: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I think I accidentally took a picture of you just now. You don't mind, do you?"

Before Qiu Mang could respond, Mrs. Wang waved impatiently from the side, "Little Qiu is a kind and good-hearted person, how could she mind such a small matter? Little Qiu, come here quickly, these shoes are hard for me to put on, come and help me."

Helpless, Qiu Mang had no choice but to step forward, squat down, and carefully help Mrs. Wang put on her shoes. He even thoughtfully adjusted the position of the heels to ensure that she was comfortable.

Qiu Mang stood up, her knees slightly sore. "Mrs. Wang, do you think these shoes fit?"

Mrs. Wang paced back and forth in front of the mirror, looking troubled. "Tsk... I guess it's barely wearable..."

"Mrs. Wang, shall I wrap up all these clothes for you?"

Mrs. Wang waved her hand, "Oh, just this pair of shoes will do, nothing else is needed for now!"

Qiu Mang was taken aback, and Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Li immediately burst out laughing.

"Xiao Qiu, there's nothing I can do. Mrs. Wang has tried on all these clothes and doesn't like any of them. You can't force her to buy them! Oh dear, Mrs. Wang is very picky. It's already quite good that she liked these shoes. It just shows the level of your store. That's all! There's still room for improvement!"

Qiu Mang looked at Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Li's gloating faces and nodded helplessly.

"good."

Seeing Qiu Mang carrying a pile of clothes into the fitting room, and then carrying them out almost exactly as they were, the shop assistant Nini opened her mouth in surprise.

"Xiao Qiu, when I saw you carrying so many clothes in, I thought you had met a big customer. What, with so many clothes, didn't she like any of them?"

Qiu Mang shrugged. "I've got my eye on it! I've got my eye on a pair of shoes!"

Nini frowned and said, "Seriously? You guys were inside for over an hour, and all you wanted was a pair of shoes?"

Qiu Mang nodded, "Yes."

Nini pouted, indignant on Qiu Mang's behalf, "How could they do that? Were these three guests deliberately making things difficult for you?"

"I don't know," Qiu Mang sighed.

When I got home from get off work in the evening, Aunt Zhou had already picked Qiu Li up from school.

"Sis, the teacher said there's a parent-teacher conference tomorrow."

"I didn't receive any notification..." Qiu Mang said as she stood in the entryway, changing her shoes.

"The teacher said it's all been posted in the group chat. She said a new student will be coming tomorrow afternoon, and the new student's mother is a member of our class's parent committee. Parents are required to attend tomorrow." After Qiu Li finished speaking, she ran back to her room.

Qiu Mang then realized that she had been too busy today and hadn't had time to check her phone.

She took out her phone and saw that the class group chat had already exploded.

"Tch! She always looks so aloof and arrogant, I thought she was some rich lady! Turns out she's just a luxury goods store clerk!"

"Given her usual haughty attitude, she never bothered to talk to anyone. I thought she was someone important, but it turns out she's just a saleswoman!"

"Exactly! No matter how arrogant they are, they still have to be humble and subservient in front of Mrs. Wang, even kneeling down to help her try on shoes!"

"But I heard she's already twenty-three, and has older brothers and sisters, so her mother must be quite old, probably fifty! Do you think a fifty-year-old can still have children?"

"Yes! What you said makes a lot of sense. Could Qiu Li be her own child?"

"You all say that every child is picked up and dropped off by their parents, but she's the exception, only her sister picks her up and drops her off! Has anyone seen Qiu Li's parents? No one, right? So this is really strange!"

"Yes! That must be it. This child is definitely born out of wedlock, so she can only claim to be her sister!"

One WeChat message after another popped up in the group chat, all discussing the Qiu sisters. Qiu Mang trembled as she scrolled up the messages and, sure enough, saw the video Mrs. Zhang had posted in the group.

One video shows her tying a silk scarf for Mrs. Wang, and the other shows her kneeling down to put shoes on Mrs. Wang.

Below the video was a voice message from Mrs. Zhang. As soon as Qiu Mang opened it, Mrs. Zhang's affected voice came through.

"We ran into Qiu Li's sister while shopping today. Qiu Li's sister provided excellent service. She not only helped us change clothes and tie our scarves, but also helped us put on our shoes. She was all smiles and provided excellent service. Thumbs up for Qiu Li's sister!"

She knew these three people weren't up to any good!

Qiu Mang took a deep breath and threw her phone on the coffee table. She suddenly thought that since the other wives were already targeting her like this, would they also target Qiu Li in the same way?

Thinking of this, she immediately ran into the bedroom. Usually, this girl would watch TV or play games in the living room at home and rarely went back to her room.

Upon entering the bedroom, I saw a small bulge on the princess bed, where the blanket was bulging.

Qiu Mang walked over and found that the little girl had covered herself with the blanket. Qiu Mang gently pulled the blanket off.

Under the blanket, Xiao Qiu Li's warm and soft face was covered with tears.

Qiu Mang's heart clenched, and he picked up the little girl with heartache.

"Ali, what happened? Why are you crying like this? Did your classmates bully you?" Qiu Mang gently patted her back.

The little girl pouted and suddenly burst into tears, "Waaah... Sister, they won't play with me! They say they're rich young ladies and gentlemen, and they won't play with poor girls like me!"

"Who said that? Didn't you used to say that everyone was very nice to you?" Qiu Mang asked, looking at Qiu Li's teary eyes.

"It used to be great, but today Wang Lulu's mother came to visit her at school. I don't know what she said to her, but she told everyone not to play with me anymore. Even Zixuan, who I usually play with very well, is ignoring me! Waaaaah..." Xiao Qiuli became more and more upset as she spoke, and tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.