The sales clerk recognized Qiao Yuqi and hurriedly stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "Miss Qiao, you've arrived?"

Wang Chuning scoffed, "Qiao Wanwan, do you see this? This is how normal guests are treated."

"I thought you dared to come shopping here because you'd hooked up with some rich guy. Turns out you can't even afford a million-dollar outfit. It's laughable. Looks like that wheelchair-bound cripple is a penniless wretch..."

Qiao Wanwan tilted her head. "Was the two slaps I gave you last time not painful enough, or the wine I made you drink not strong enough? You're just asking for trouble again?"

"Qiao Wanwan, I'll beat you to death!" Wang Chuning was furious and raised his hand to slap Qiao Wanwan across the face.

Just as Qiao Wanwan was about to raise her hand, a long, strong hand reached out and grabbed Wang Chuning's wrist.

The next second, Wang Chuning fell heavily to the ground.

"Chu Ning, are you alright?" Qiao Yuqi hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

Qiao Wanwan stared in shock at the fully armed man beside her. "Qiao Zhan? What are you doing here?"

"Just passing by."

Qiao Wanwan: "......" What a coincidence?

"Are you here to buy something?" the man asked.

"yes."

"Buy it for your husband?"

"Um."

Qiao Wanwan wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the man's aura suddenly changed after he finished speaking.

He looks very happy!

"Qiao Wanwan, you bitch!" Wang Chuning scrambled to her feet and cursed, "You've changed men again? You don't want that cripple anymore? You really are a fickle woman!"

Qiao Wanwan turned to look at her, "Try saying that again."

"So what if I cursed at you!" Wang Chuning retorted angrily. "Qiao Wanwan, don't be so smug. I've already had my dad investigate. That disabled man has no background whatsoever and is nothing special!"

Qiao Wanwan tilted her head. "My man is nothing special. It's just a pity that such an ordinary man made you all slink away from Platinum Palace. How about that feeling of defeat? Isn't it infuriating?"

"Qiao Wanwan, what else can you do besides talking!" Wang Chuning glared at her. "You and the cripple have completely offended the Gu family. You're both dead!"

In front of Qiao Zhan, Qiao Wanwan had no intention of arguing with them. Just as she was about to leave, Wang Chuning grabbed her canvas bag.

"Let go," Qiao Wanwan said coldly.

"You penniless pauper who can't afford anything and wants to run away, huh? You dare to step in even though you can't afford it? That's laughable! I'm not letting you leave!"

"Chu Ning, don't be like this." Qiao Yuqi spoke up at the right time, her tone gentle. "Wanwan has always been frugal. Even if she had money, she wouldn't buy such expensive clothes."

“Yuqi, it’s called being thrifty if you have money but don’t buy it, and it’s called being stingy if you don’t have money to buy it. Look at her clothes from the street stalls. I bet all her clothes together don’t even cost two hundred yuan. After all, she’s from the countryside.”

Qiao Yuqi said seriously, "Wanwan regards money as dirt, otherwise she wouldn't have rejected President Zhao's marriage proposal."

Qiao Wanwan ignored the drama queen and looked coldly at Wang Chuning, "Let go."

Wang Chuning couldn't stand her arrogant attitude despite being so lowly.

A glint of malice flashed in Wang Chuning's eyes, and with a sudden burst of strength, he yanked Qiao Wanwan's canvas bag off.

The canvas bag had no zipper, and everything inside fell to the ground.

There wasn't much stuff: a cell phone, a small pack of tissues, and a bank card.

Qiao Wanwan's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Pick it up."

Wang Chuning casually tossed the canvas bag on the ground. "I'm not picking it up. What can you do about it?"

Qiao Yuqi tried to smooth things over, saying, "Wanwan, Chu Ning was just standing up for me. Why don't you apologize to her and let's just let this go?"

Qiao Wanwan smiled faintly, "Your lackey dares to ask me to apologize?"

"Qiao Wanwan, how dare you insult me?"

Hatred welled up in Wang Chuning's eyes, and he raised his hand to slap Qiao Wanwan across the face!

Qiao Wanwan reacted quickly, blocking the falling hand with her left hand while simultaneously raising her right.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap landed.

By the time Wang Chuning reacted, he had already been knocked to the ground.

"Qiao Wanwan, how dare you hit me?"

Qiao Wanwan rubbed her wrist. "I regret it."

"It's too late for regrets! Unless you kneel down and kowtow to me right now to admit your mistake!"

Qiao Wanwan smiled and said, "When I said I regretted it, I meant that hitting you would dirty my hands."

"you......"

Qiao Wanwan turned to look at Qiao Zhan, "I'm sorry, you must have found this amusing."

“It’s alright.” The man’s voice was low and deep. “I think you should call your husband and let him handle it.”

"No need, I can handle this little thing myself."

The man was about to say something more when his phone suddenly rang.

He turned to answer the phone.

Qiao Wanwan frowned as she watched his retreating figure. That back view really did resemble Zhan Jingting...

Qiao Wanwan couldn't help but catch up with him. After he finished his call, she stepped forward and said, "Mr. Qiao, could you take off your mask and let me see your face?"

Even through her sunglasses, Qiao Wanwan could feel the man scrutinizing her. "Reason?"

"You are my savior. I want to know what you look like so that I won't not recognize you if we meet on the street in the future."

The man didn't say anything, but raised his hand and took off his mask...