"Yu Qiao, you'll regret this!"

Xie Heng practically shouted out that last sentence.

Looking at the agitated and angry Xie Heng, Wen Ya frowned, feeling a strong sense of unease. Heng's attitude didn't seem like she didn't care about Yu Qiao at all.

Wenya bit the soft flesh inside her lip, her expression gradually becoming uneasy.

She gripped Xie Heng's arm tighter and tighter: "Aheng."

Unfortunately, Xie Heng didn't hear her voice at all, glaring angrily at Yu Qiao with eyes blazing with fury.

Yu Qiao's rosy lips curved slightly: "Don't worry, a good horse doesn't turn back to eat the grass it already grazed."

Xie Heng glared at Wen Ya and gripped her hand tightly.

Wen Ya's face turned pale with pain, and she gasped, "Aheng, you..."

Xie Heng then noticed Wen Ya's strange expression and quickly loosened her grip.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Yu Qiao's good mood was ruined again. She lost the patience to continue shopping and turned to leave.

"Miss, then, take this dress." The saleswoman had a bad feeling about this and looked uneasy.

Yu Qiao glanced back at her: "Didn't she want it?"

"If I don't want something, of course I'll give it to her."

After saying that, Yu Qiao left without looking back this time.

Holding the dress in her hand, the saleswoman gritted her teeth and walked up to Xie Heng and Wen Ya, forcing a polite smile: "Sir, Madam, I'll wrap this dress up for you."

"etc!"

Just as the salesperson was about to put it on the counter and wrap it up, Wenya suddenly realized what was happening.

Faced with the salesperson's questioning gaze, Wen Ya tilted her head back and said impatiently, "I haven't even tried it yet, why are you packing it up?"

"This..." The salesperson was taken aback.

"Hurry up and bring it over!" Wen Ya's voice was a little impatient. She took Xie Heng's arm and felt a little anxious, thinking about his attitude towards Yu Qiao just now.

The salesperson had no choice but to take the dress over.

Wenya held the dress in her hand, tried it on in front of the mirror, and then went into the fitting room to change.

Xie Heng sat on the sofa, his brows furrowed, the image of Yu Qiao's impatient and indifferent face still lingering in his mind.

A sense of loss lingered in his heart.

"Ah Heng, is it pretty?"

Wen Ya's voice instantly snapped Xie Heng back to reality, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

He was actually thinking about Yu Qiao, that disgusting simp woman.

They've really been bewitched.

Xie Heng closed her eyes, refusing to look, and opened them to look at Wen Ya.

In an instant, his lips tightened even more.

This dress is Yu Qiao's type: a sexy deep purple halter-neck long dress with a large open back, a cinched waist, and a fishtail hem that makes her look like a blooming flower when she walks.

Ke Wenya has a 50/50 body proportion and is slightly chubby. She also has pimples and fat on her back.

Even as she tried to breathe deeply, the excess fat on her stomach was still faintly visible.

Moreover, the color of this dress is not easy to pull off; Wenya wearing it makes her look like a comical middle-aged woman.

Xie Heng's expression wasn't good, and she said, "It's alright."

Wen Ya's eyes lit up as she looked at herself in the mirror. She glanced at her stomach and asked, "Won't it make me look fat?"

The salesperson smiled and said, "No, miss, this dress fits you perfectly. It's the last one of the limited edition of ten."

Wenya smiled with satisfaction: "Then wrap it up for me."

Xie Heng withdrew her gaze, suddenly feeling a little unable to bear looking at it, and Yu Qiao's image began to appear in her mind again.

He pressed his lips even tighter.

"What?! This dress costs 38,000?!" Wenya stared at the dress in shock, her face showing embarrassment.

The salesperson looked somewhat embarrassed: "Yes, miss, this is our brand..."

"Don't bother telling me all this. You're selling this little bit of fabric for 38,000?" Wen Ya touched the dress, not thinking the fabric was anything special. She could buy it for two or three thousand, so why was it selling for nearly 40,000?

The saleswoman looked even worse, especially considering her troubled family background; her father had an affair and had another child with another woman.

After learning that the woman in front of him was the other woman, and that Xie Heng was cheating on him with...

He already felt utterly contemptuous, and now he couldn't help but let out a cold sneer of mockery.

"If you can't afford it, why were you arguing with that lady just now?"

"You!" Wen Ya suddenly flew into a rage, slamming her hand on the table. "How dare you talk to a customer like that? The customer is king, don't you understand?"

"Also, this dress costs 38,000 yuan. It's not that I can't afford it, but I just don't think it's worth the money!"

The salesperson stared at her coldly: "So what were you grabbing just now? Grabbing it and then not buying it? If our brand isn't worth this much, you don't have to come into a luxury store!"

Wen Ya was trembling with anger. She hadn't expected that Yu Qiao would criticize her, and now even a lowly salesperson would dare to insult her like this!

"you!"

"That's enough, stop arguing."

Xie Heng heard everything, but felt utterly exhausted.

The glances from passersby were filled with disdain and contempt.

Wenya, however, seemed oblivious and continued arguing with the salesperson, acting like a shrew.

Xie Heng took out her bank card: "Swipe the card."

The salesperson took the card, quickly swiped it for 38,000 yuan, put the clothes in a bag, and handed it to Xie Heng.

Xie Heng took it and walked straight outside.

Wenya's face turned pale. She glared at the salesperson and then hurriedly chased after him.

"Aheng".

Xie Heng did not stop walking.

Wen Ya's eyes immediately filled with tears as she stood in front of Xie Heng: "Aheng, don't you love me anymore?"

Seeing the tearful face of his former beloved woman, Xie Heng felt exhausted for the first time.

But he still said, "I love you."

"Then why did you help the salesperson and not me? This dress is clearly not worth the money!" Wenya was about to burst into tears.

Xie Heng took a deep breath and was about to explain when the phone rang. It was his secretary calling.

I found a quiet place to answer the call.

"What's wrong?"

A secretary's anxious voice came from the other end: "President Xie, the company's shareholders are selling their shares at a low price, and several major projects have been halted! The management of various departments have also submitted their resignations one after another."

"What's going on? Where's Miss Yu? Quickly tell her to go and beg President Yu to stabilize the management team. Without them, the company is leaderless!"

Xie Heng frowned sharply and said coldly, "You approved my resignation? I don't believe that without the people Yu Qiao brought, my company will really collapse!"

“You can buy back the shares you sold. It’s just a project; we can replan it.”

"My company will continue to operate even without Yu Qiao! It will only get better and better!"

Xie Heng hung up the phone, her face cold and expressionless.

Wenya overheard this secretly, and her face showed unease and calculation.

…………

For the next week, Yu Qiao never saw Xie Zhuo again.

Perhaps Xie Zhuo took her words to heart and gave up on this one-night stand that was already illicit.

only……

Yu Qiao nodded and thanked her, "Thank you for bringing me back."

"You're welcome." Lu Wenzhao shook his head and smiled, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze: "If there's a chance next time, we can go out for a walk together. I admire you, Miss Yu."

Yu Qiao's smile froze.

Lu Wenzhao is the only son of the Lu family. Today is the first time her parents have met her on a blind date.

After exchanging a few more words, Lu Wenzhao stepped on the gas and sped away.

Yu Qiao looked at the red taillights and sighed.

It's 10 PM now.

With only the light from the streetlights illuminating the scene, Yu Qiao turned around and took out her keys.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind me.

Who is it?!

Yu Qiao's expression froze, her heart began to pound wildly, and she nervously swallowed.

Clench your fingers.

There's no one home right now; my parents are traveling abroad, and the housekeeper is resting in the annex at this hour.

Could he be a robber?

Yu Qiao frowned deeply.

Then, a hand reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her against the wall, blindfolding her.

A familiar smell wafted over.

It's Xie Zhuo!?