Chapter 683
Watching Liu Zhaodi's back gradually disappearing around the corner of the street, Su Miao curled his lips into a meaningful smile, his fingertips unconsciously moving the spoon in his hand.
The afterglow of the setting sun stretched her shadow very long, like an extended calculation.
Liu Xu and Wang Dachui... How could they, who are so concerned about reputation, still treat Liu Zhaodi, who already has a criminal record, as well as before?
However, Liu Zhaodi was taught by Liu Xu and Liu Ming, so how could she be a good person?
He is very good at scheming and taking advantage of others. Now that he is out of prison, I am afraid he has become even more shrewd.
"Once the plaster is applied, it's very painful to remove it."
She squinted her eyes and looked in the direction where Liu Zhaodi disappeared in the distance. The wind from the street corner picked up a few fallen leaves, which swirled and drifted away.
As for how much profit Liu Zhaodi can gain from it, it depends on her own ability and bottom line.
After all...it's all in our hands, hehe.
Su Miao sneered in her heart. She wanted to see how this good show would continue.
Lin Wang sat over and said hesitantly, "Su Miao, your cousin..."
"Yes, it's the one who bullied Zhang Yan's sister." Su Miao came back to his senses, nodded and said frankly.
After hearing this, Lin Wang frowned even more tightly. "Ah? Really? Isn't she in jail?"
"I met her on my way home just now. She said that she behaved well in prison and was released six months early." Su Miao said lightly.
Lin Wang frowned worriedly: "I don't know if she has learned well. Is she coming to you to make things difficult for you? I just saw you giving her money..."
Su Miao chuckled. "I lent her that money. We're relatives, so I can't let her live on the streets without any money. I'll give her some money for the trip home."
"It's good that she's not blackmailing you for money. I think you should stay away from her. After all, she bullied you before. She might still hold a grudge against you."
Su Miao said lightly: "It's okay, she is quite sensible. If she doesn't want to be arrested again, it's best for her to stop provoking me.
Besides, I was also wary of her, so I brought her here to talk to you."
Lin Wang smiled, his eyes curved, and said, "Okay, if you want to talk to her in the future and it's inconvenient to take her home, just bring her to my stall.
Are you going back now? I'll give you a ride after I close my stall."
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At the same time, Liu Zhaodi clutched the twenty-three yuan like a life-saving straw, her knuckles turning white.
She stood at the busiest intersection in the city center, looking at the busy department store.
"I must dress appropriately..." she muttered to herself, a sickly persistence emerging on her thin face, "Aunt and Uncle love respectable people the most..."
Her eyes swept over her reflection in the street window - dry and yellow hair, old clothes that were washed white, and the whole person looked like a malnourished weed.
This was in stark contrast to Su Miao's bright and delicate image just now, causing her stomach to ache.
By the way, you can’t go wrong if you learn to dress like Su Miao. My aunt said that Su Miao’s only advantage is that he looks like her.
She first went to the "Beauty" barber shop on the corner.
When I pushed the door open, the bell rang crisply, and the sweet smell of shampoo wafted in from inside.
The proprietress was a middle-aged woman with big wavy hair, who was sitting with her legs crossed reading a magazine.
Liu Zhaodi gestured with her head, her voice a little sharp due to nervousness:
"Hello, I want a haircut. I want it to be this long, with the ends curled inwards, and the bangs like this..."
The barber was confused. After a moment of reflection, he lazily pointed to the yellowed poster of Rosamund Kwan in the corner.
"Like that?"
Liu Zhaodi's eyes lit up and she nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, yes! This is exactly the hairstyle I want."
The sound of the scissors moving through her hair made her feel strangely at ease.
More than twenty minutes later, she looked at herself in the mirror. The carefully trimmed hair style did make the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the mirror more delicate, and the lines of the cheekbones were also softened.
But the yellowed clothes and the cracked shoes ruined the overall effect like an ugly patch.
After paying for the haircut, she walked towards the department store. Standing in front of the tall door, she took a deep breath, as if she was about to step into not a shopping mall, but the threshold of a new life.
The women's clothing department on the first floor was crowded with people, and the smell of various perfumes mixed together.
She was like a nimble fish, weaving among the well-dressed customers, her eyes greedily scanning every beautiful piece of clothing.
Finally, she stopped in front of a pale blue chiffon dress - the skirt was decorated with delicate lace and had a delicate bow at the neckline.
Fifteen dollars a piece! She stared at the price tag, her throat tightening.
Even though the price is not cheap, the style and fabric are much worse than the skirt Su Miao is wearing.
More than two years of forced labor made her desire for money concrete, and her fingers unconsciously rubbed the banknotes given by Su Miao in her trouser pocket.
For someone like her who has no education and is young, she would probably only earn a few dozen yuan a month doing odd jobs.
Su Miao could easily give her more than 20 yuan. As expected, with money, most of the troubles in the world would disappear.
Liu Zhaodi's eyes were fixed on the dress. The salesperson next to her looked her up and down, and said in a professional and perfunctory tone:
"Comrade, this dress is the last one left. It's the latest model this year. It's 15 yuan."
"But...can I try it first?"
"Sure, try it over there. Be careful not to get it dirty, or you'll have to buy it."
Liu Zhaodi took the skirt and hid in the fitting room separated by a curtain. She quickly took off her clothes and carefully picked up the skirt.
The zipper got stuck halfway down, revealing a light brown scar on his lower back.
That was left behind when she was fighting with someone inside. Now it looked like a twisted earthworm in the mirror, reminding her of her shameful past.
"No..." - She pulled at the zipper in a panic, leaving several red marks on her skin with her nails.
After finally zipping up, I practiced smiling in front of the mirror, trying to make the protrusions of my cheekbones appear less sharp and my eyes look more innocent.
When I walked out of the fitting room, the salesperson was packing clothes for a woman wearing coral lipstick, and she didn't even glance at her.
Liu Zhaodi raised her voice: "Hello, can this skirt be cheaper?"
The shopping guide rolled her eyes and deliberately stretched out her voice:
"Why are you bargaining in a department store? I've already told you the price. If you can't afford it, don't try it."
The gazes of several customers around her immediately pierced her like needles. Liu Zhaodi felt a rush of hot blood rushing to her head and her ears buzzing.
Inside, because no family came to visit her, she had seen this kind of contemptuous look many times, but it was particularly painful at this moment.
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