Lin Rou took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and put on a smile.
Her eyes narrowed into slits as she smiled at Tong Jun and said:
"This handsome, dashing, debonair, and charming young nobleman, please, have mercy and buy this rosewood bed. I beg you."
Lin Rou's last three words were spoken in an exceptionally coquettish tone, giving Tong Jun goosebumps.
However, he still appreciated the words Lin Rou used to praise him earlier.
Lin Rouren had praised him and pleaded with him, yet she remained very sincere, maintaining a bowing posture.
"They really are willing to bow down for a mere five pecks of rice," Tong Jun thought to herself. There was no major grudge between them; it was just a matter of venting her anger.
"Alright, I've bought the beds." Tong Jun said arrogantly to Lin Rou, then turned to the sales assistant and instructed, "Ship them to Beijing together with the two beds I bought. Just charge the packing and shipping fees as usual."
"Okay, sir." The sales assistant replied with a smile, since they could earn some money by packing and delivering these items.
Lin Rou quickly took out her phone, opened Alipay, and showed Tong Jun her payment QR code.
Zhang Wanru, standing behind her, was so anxious she was scratching her head. She wanted Tong Jun to transfer the money to her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, since she had been saying that she didn't care about the money and would rather throw it away than sell it to Tong Jun.
Tong Jun waved his hand: "Xiao Wang, pay up!"
Xiao Wang, who was standing guard to the side, immediately stepped forward and transferred the 320,000 yuan to Lin Rou without missing a single penny.
"Thank you, thank you." Lin Rou thanked him repeatedly. This humility did not stem from good upbringing, but from a worship of money. Mainly, she found that the other party was really too rich, letting the dog sleep in the bed that her father, Lin Haoran, regarded as a treasure.
As the sun set, Tong Jun, exhausted, looked at Lin Rou's pale face and said:
"Alright, no need to thank me. Be more polite to people and things in the future. Things change, and fortunes can turn around in a hundred years. Don't go to extremes in your actions, or you might need someone's help someday."
These were words his grandfather often taught him.
After saying this, Tong Jun led Xiao Wang out of the shop.
Lin Rou was overjoyed to see the more than 300,000 yuan deposited into her phone, but she seemed not to have listened to what Tong Jun had said to her at all.
Seeing that Tong Jun had walked away, Zhang Wanru hurriedly stepped forward and said anxiously:
"My dear daughter, please transfer the money to me quickly."
Upon hearing this, Lin Rou's face turned cold. She had dragged her body, which was still recovering from a miscarriage, along with her mother for half a day, just to get a share of the money. But the 900,000 yuan from the previous sale had all gone into Zhang Wanru's pocket, and she had no intention of sharing it with her daughter. Now she still had the nerve to ask for this money.
"Mom, just keep this money with me. After all, I earned it by humbling myself," Lin Rou said in a deep voice.
"What do you mean by that? This is your father's bed, our joint property. You can sell it for money because the bed itself is valuable. What does it have to do with you?"
"What does it matter? I told you to sell it for 50,000 less, and you're only getting this price because of me."
Just a few minutes later, Zhang Wanru denied her own achievements, which made Lin Rou very dissatisfied.
"So what? Just transfer the money to me now." Zhang Wanru's tone became more aggressive.
"I won't transfer it. I don't have the ability to make money, and I need to save some money to live on."
Lin Rou spoke firmly, determined to pocket the money.
Seeing this, Zhang Wanru felt she couldn't be forceful; the money was in her hands, so she decided to coax her into handing it over first, speaking softly:
“Oh, Xiaorou, why would you worry about these things? You are my own daughter. As for life, your mother is here. If I have food to eat, you will have food to eat too. How could I mistreat you?”
"My dear daughter, put the money here with Mom. I'll invest it and let it make more money. If you need money, I'll give you more."
"Xiaorou, be a good girl."
Lin Rou sneered inwardly, thinking, "Do they really think I'm a fool like Lin Wan and Lin Xia?" She then sneered:
"So what if she's your own daughter? You don't even care about your own son, Lin An. Now that the Lin family is bankrupt, do you think you can take care of me?"
Zhang Wanru was taken aback by Lin Rou's retort and hurriedly said:
"What are you saying? Are you the same as Lin Aneng? You grew up by my side. Haven't I treated you well?"
"Are you as good to me as you are to Lin Zhe? He's an adopted son, and you treat him like a treasure."
Zhang Wanru clutched her chest and said angrily, "I was deceived by your father, that's why I was so good to him."
"Stop washing him. You're just sexist. Even if he's not an illegitimate child, he's still an adopted son, a fake young master of the Lin family. In the end, you're just selfish. You think he's a boy who can inherit the family business, so you fawn over him and rely on him, hoping he'll support you in the future. You've only ever thought about yourself."
“What do you take us sisters for? Have you ever cared about raising us? If Grandpa hadn’t given us names, shouldn’t we be called Pandi or Zhaodi?”
“You can’t fool me. If Dad has money, he’ll definitely leave it to Lin Zhe. You’ll have money to spend yourself. I won’t get anything. I will never give you this money.”
Zhang Wanru was so angry that her chest heaved violently and she gasped for breath.
In the past, if Lin Wan had seen her like this, she would have felt sorry for her health and immediately granted her every wish. But now it was Lin Rou who was arguing with her. The wicked will be punished by the wicked, and Lin Rou didn't care about such things.
No one understands Zhang Wanru's psychology better than Lin Rou, because they are the same kind of people.
Seeing that Lin Rou wouldn't respond to gentle persuasion, Zhang Wanru prepared to take a tougher approach.
She reached out to snatch Lin Rou's phone, knowing that Lin Rou liked to use her idol's birthday as a password, and she wanted to take it and try it out.
Lin Rou didn't tolerate her at all. She dodged and pushed Zhang Wanru again, causing Zhang Wanru to fall flat on her face.
For the sake of money, she disregarded everything else, bravely got up, and threw herself into Lin Rou's arms:
"Give it to me! Give me the money!"
"No way! I'd rather die than give it to you!"
The two of them grabbed each other's hair and pulled at each other.
The sales assistant was stunned. Were these two, mother and daughter, really that dramatic? He quickly poured himself a cup of tea and watched intently.
Sitting to one side, Butler Li, having watched too many farces, felt his eyes were getting tired, but after a long day of commotion, he was too exhausted to get up and discussed the matter with the sales assistant:
"Go and separate them."
The sales assistant, still not satisfied, joked, "Let them fight it out, let's just sit back and watch."
Butler Li pointed at Zhang Wanru and said, "Look at that old woman, she has heart disease."
He then pointed at Lin Rou and said, "Look at that little one, she just had an abortion."
"They're so short of money, if something serious happens, they'll blame your shop. You'd better..."
"Why don't you hurry up and pull them apart?" The boss's urgent voice came from behind the sales assistant, making him tremble with fear.
Turning around, he saw the shop owner standing behind him with sunflower seeds.
The sales assistant had no choice but to put down his teacup and shout, "Let go, you two, stop fighting!"
He rushed between the two.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com