"Mo Yan, forget it."

Lu Siqiao pulled Mo Yan back, signaling her not to get angry.

They came out to shop, not to cause trouble. The sales staff at this store are rude; they'll just go to another store.

Fang Yao was just hoping they would break off their relationship so she could watch the show.

"Little ladies, are you here to try on dresses?"

At this moment, the girl who was sweeping the floor came up to them, and said with a respectful attitude and a friendly smile, "What size do you usually wear? I'll get it for you."

She has a pretty face and is also wearing a sales clerk's uniform, but she is doing cleaning work.

"Are you new here?" Mo Yan asked irritably, having a very bad impression of the store.

The girl smiled and said, "I'm still on trial. Little sister, the clothes in our store are of good quality and come in all kinds of styles. We also have a promotion right now, 30% off for three or more items. How about I recommend some styles for you to try on?"

"Listen to that, now that's more like human language," Mo Yan said with satisfaction, explaining her needs.

The three of them sat down on the sofa, and the girl thoughtfully brought them water and some magazines to read.

After a while, the girl brought out a few dresses. In addition, she brought out other styles and explained, "I think you have a sweet style, so I brought this purple, fitted, knee-length dress. It will better highlight your fair skin. You can try it."

Then, she recommended two other products to Li Rou and Lu Siqiao, offering very insightful opinions.

Mo Yan excitedly took the dress to the fitting room.

Li Rou, however, stroked the fabric of the skirt, looking slightly uneasy.

This dress costs 300 yuan, which is a month's food expenses for her.

"You guys sacrificed your time to come to the party with me today, how could I let you spend the money? Of course, I'll pay for it." Lu Siqiao smiled, picked up another, more expensive item, and said with a smile, "Go and try it on."

Li Rou was overjoyed and whispered, "When I make money later, I'll treat you to milk tea."

She happily slipped into the fitting room.

Lu Siqiao was flipping through a magazine out of boredom when she overheard the tall saleswoman complaining that the new arrivals were ruining the new clothes, and that they were a bunch of poor country bumpkins who told her not to bother and just to get rid of them easily.

The new girl looked flustered but said she had nothing better to do than wait until Mo Yan and the others finished trying on the clothes, then she would get ready.

Lu Siqiao gave a cold smile.

Mo Yan walked out wearing a purple, fitted dress; her skin was fair and her appearance beautiful, she looked like a completely different person.

"Your recommendation is great, I really like it," she praised the girl. "Pick another one for me, something I can wear casually, something elegant and understated."

The girl smiled and quickly picked out another item from the shelf.

"Qiaowa, what about you? Go try it on." Mo Yan tossed Lu Siqiao a moon-colored dress with openwork hems, exuding a slightly artistic vibe.

Lu Siqiao smiled, picked up the dress, and went into the fitting room.

She had just stepped outside when she heard an argument taking place.

It turned out that Fang Yao saw that Mo Yan was wearing a nice purple dress and wanted to try it on too, but the girl told her that there was only one left, so she took her anger out on the girl.

"You really have no sense of propriety. That's the dress Miss Fang wanted. Tell your customer to take it off." The tall saleswoman stepped forward and confronted the girl, urging her to make Mo Yan take it off immediately.

Mo Yan, with her fiery temper, was far from obedient. She straightened her back and arrogantly declared, "First come, first served! Why should I give her the dress I've chosen? Besides, she's fat and dark-skinned; she doesn't look as good as this princess. Big sister, the bill!" With that, she pulled out her bank card in front of everyone and pointed to the dresses she had tried on, saying, "This one, this one, and the others my sisters tried on—wrap them all up for me."

Such arrogance caught the tall saleswoman off guard.

"Miss Fang, didn't you say she's from the countryside? How could she have the money to buy all the clothes?" she asked Fang Yao humbly.

Fang Yao retorted, "She's from the countryside, but people from the countryside can be rich too. Wrap this up, I'll take this one."

She tried on more than a dozen items, but ultimately chose only one dress that cost 300 yuan. The tall saleswoman was on the verge of tears.

Thinking that Mo Yan's order would cost at least several thousand yuan, she gritted her teeth, leaned closer, pointed at the new girl, and said to Mo Yan in a flattering tone, "Miss, she's new here, why don't I place the order for you?"

Mo Yan raised an eyebrow, brandished the card in her hand, and sneered: "Who asked you to come and help? This young lady has been the one taking care of us from beginning to end. What use are you?"

The girl was thrilled and quickly and respectfully took the bank card, then went to the counter to fill out the form.

The tall saleswoman dared not speak out against her anger.

Even more pathetic, after Lu Siqiao came out, she laughed and scolded Mo Yan, "It was agreed that I would give it to you. You look down on me."

Hey, are all high school students these days so rich?

Mo Yan put her arm around her and said, "Yes, our Qiaowa is a little rich girl. Later, you can take us to a jewelry store, and we can buy a few pearl necklaces to match. I guarantee we'll dazzle everyone."

Lu Siqiao was both amused and exasperated: "Okay, let's all three of us buy the same model."

Li Rou walked out wearing a slightly wild denim skirt, and blushed when she heard their conversation.

All she could offer was milk tea.

As she was about to leave the women's clothing store, she bumped into the store owner who came to inspect the store. It turned out that she was Jiang Lizhen, Mo Yan's biological mother!

"Mom, this young lady is quite nice. She helped me pick out this dress." Mo Yan showed off as she stepped forward and took Jiang Lizhen's hand, recounting the treatment they had received.

Jiang Lizhen never expected that the tall saleswoman would act so arrogantly, ignoring her pleas and sneering, "Our little shop has no place for a big shot like you. Get out of here now."

Then they promoted the new girl to a permanent position and gave her a raise.

Lu Siqiao sighed, "You little rascal, you're pretending to be a pig to feed a tiger."

Mo Yan stuck out her tongue: "I rarely come to the store. My mom usually picks out clothes for me. I never worry about these things."

"Wow, look! That's Lu Cixiu, the school heartthrob!" She exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the boy walking by.

Lu Siqiao followed her gaze and saw a boy wearing a white shirt and beige casual pants. He was about 1.8 meters tall, sunny and handsome, and when he smiled, he looked even more noble and elegant.

But the person next to the boy made Lu Siqiao's gaze falter.

It turned out that she saw someone she knew from her past life, Su Mushen.

He was Lu Siqiao's only white moonlight in her past life.

At this moment, his features were more refined, but his overall appearance remained the same as Lu Siqiao remembered.

It is both blurry and strangely clear yet powerless.

Lu Siqiao once attempted suicide by cutting her wrists for him, and repeatedly begged him to help her escape from the cage of confinement.

But in the end, he let her down.

When Mo Yan dragged her to Lu Cixiu, her gaze was fixed on the boy behind him.

Su Mushen is from City A. How did he end up studying in Beijing?