Xi Wanrong's newly purchased Jimmy Choo high heels clicked crisply against the marble floor. She pushed open the glass door of "Gorgeous Fingertips" and was greeted by a faint aroma of incense, mixed with the sweet scent of nail polish.
The decoration of this store is exquisite but not luxurious. The white-based walls are matched with gold decorations, and several floor-to-ceiling mirrors make the space appear more transparent.
Although it is not a gathering place for top socialites, it is well-known among Internet celebrities. The average consumption per person starts from at least 6,000 yuan, and it is a place that ordinary white-collar workers have to grit their teeth to visit once.
Xi Wanrong looked around, a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth.
——She once didn’t even have the courage to enter the door, but now, she wants to step on this place under her feet.
She walked straight to the most conspicuous sofa area, sat down on the soft leather sofa, and casually threw the black card onto the coffee table. With a "snap", the metal card surface shone coldly under the light, reflecting her carefully manicured nails.
"Arrange the best manicurist for me, and do it now." Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but it carried an arrogance that could not be refused.
The store manager was a woman in her early thirties, delicately made up and wearing a thin Cartier bracelet. She was sorting through her appointment sheets when she looked up at the noise, her gaze suddenly narrowing the moment it caught sight of the Ye family's black card.
"Miss Xi, please wait a moment!" The store manager immediately put down what he was holding and walked over quickly with a smile on his face. "I'll arrange for our head manicurist to serve you right away."
Xi Wanrong hummed lazily and casually picked up a fashion magazine from the coffee table. It was the latest issue of Vogue, with a popular actress on the cover and the headline "The Luxurious Life of a Rich Wife."
She stared at the words, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the paper, and a twisted pleasure surged in her heart.
———Soon, she will become the envy of others.
Just then, the wind chimes at the door rang crisply.
"Ms. Wang, the seat you reserved is ready." The girl at the front desk greeted warmly.
Xi Wanrong paused her fingers and slowly raised her eyes.
Wang Yan pushed the door open and walked in, carrying a chain bag from a light luxury brand with a striking logo printed on it.
She was wearing a popular niche designer dress of the season, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, and a pair of affordable Jimmy Choo high heels on her feet - compared to the limited edition pair on Xi Wanrong's feet, they looked much cheaper.
Wang Yan was lowering her head to reply to a WeChat message with a smug smile on her lips, until she caught a glimpse of Xi Wanrong lying on the sofa and stopped abruptly.
"...Xi Wanrong?" Wang Yan frowned, her tone full of obvious disdain. "Why are you here?"
Xi Wanrong closed the magazine and curled her red lips slightly: "Why, this store is owned by your family? I can't come?"
Wang Yan looked her up and down, her eyes sweeping over the shoes on her feet, the bag in her hand, and even the diamond earrings on her earlobes. Finally, her eyes stopped at her face and sneered, "Do you know how much a manicure here costs?"
She glanced at Xi Wanrong's bag meaningfully. "Even if you sold the same one you bought on Taobao, it wouldn't even cover the cost of a manicure, right?"
Xi Wanrong smiled.
This is the moment she has been waiting for.
"Manager." She called lazily, with a hint of nonchalance in her voice.
The store manager immediately trotted over, bending even lower: "Miss Xi, what can I do for you?"
Xi Wanrong tapped the black card on the coffee table with her fingertips, her voice as sweet as honey: "I've reserved this restaurant for the whole day."
The entire salon fell silent in an instant.
Several customers who were getting manicures raised their heads and looked over here in unison; the manicurists stopped their work and looked at each other; even the background music seemed to become faint at this moment.
Wang Yan's expression froze: "...What did you say?"
Xi Wanrong stood up, her high heels tapping out a distinct rhythm on the floor. She walked over to Wang Yan, so close that she could smell each other's perfume—Wang Yan was wearing a cheap perfume from a popular online brand, while Xi Wanrong was wearing Tom Ford's personal perfume.
"I'm telling you, I've got this shop to myself today." She tilted her head and added innocently, "Oh, but that doesn't include you—Ms. Wang, please go back."
Wang Yan's face instantly turned pale: "Xi Wanrong! Are you crazy?!"
Xi Wanrong ignored her and turned to the store manager, saying, "Clear the place. Everyone except me—" She paused, her eyes sweeping over Lin Yan, "especially Miss Wang. Please leave."
The store manager looked at Wang Yan in embarrassment: "Ms. Wang, please see..."
Wang Yan was shaking with anger, her fingers clenching the bag strap so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "Do you know who I am? I come here every month! I'm your VIP customer!"
"Oh?" Xi Wanrong chuckled, pulled her phone from her purse, and swiped slowly. "Is that Wang's Milk Tea, the one that recently closed two branches due to rising raw material prices?"
Wang Yan's eyes widened suddenly: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Xi Wanrong turned her phone screen towards her. It was filled with screenshots of Wang Yan's father's WeChat Moments. The latest message read: "Due to operational adjustments, our Jieguan Road and Hongxing Plaza stores are temporarily closed. Thank you to all our customers for your continued support..."
"Oh, Miss Wang," Xi Wanrong blinked in mock surprise, "Didn't your father tell you about your family's affairs?"
Wang Yan's face turned pale instantly.
Several guests around have begun to whisper:
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
