Aoying was startled, raised her head, looked forward, and saw a beautiful, elegant, gentle and dignified girl standing in front of her.

The girl was wearing a long brocade skirt with a mixture of moon white and goose yellow. The skirt and cuffs were trimmed with silver thread and embroidered with delicate patterns. The fabric of the dress was superior and the workmanship was fine. It was obvious that the girl was of extraordinary origin.

The girl also turned her head to look at Aoying. She smiled slightly with her lips bent, and her voice was as gentle as water: "What a coincidence, young lady, do you also like this box of rouge?"

The owner of the rouge shop was a middle-aged beautiful woman with a charming demeanor. When she heard the girl's voice, she immediately raised her head, her eyes shining, as if she had seen gold.

She hurried out of the counter, smiled and greeted the girl in front of her with a warm tone: "Miss Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. I've been looking forward to seeing you. You like that box of rouge, I'll pack it for you right away."

Miss Zhao pointed to the pink rouge in the middle of the second row and said, "Aunt Mei, I think this box of rouge is good. The young lady next to me also likes it. Do you have any extra stock in your store?"

Aunt Mei looked in the direction Miss Zhao pointed and saw the box of pink rouge.

She turned her head, looked at Qingying, and then looked at Miss Zhao, with a look of embarrassment on her face: "What a coincidence, there is only one box left."

Miss Zhao is the daughter of a wealthy family and often patronizes the rouge shop. She is so powerful that Aunt Mei dare not offend her. Today, she must give Miss Zhao enough face.

It was Qingying's first time here. Aunt Mei had never seen her before. Qingying wore plain makeup and ordinary clothes, and she didn't look like someone from a prominent family.

Aunt Mei's heart had already been secretly leaning towards Miss Zhao. She looked at Qingying and smiled gently, "Young lady, I saw you just walked here. Do you live nearby?"

The Meng family was not far away, and it only took half a minute to walk there. Qingying didn't bother to send someone to drive a carriage out.

She nodded: "Yes, I live nearby."

Aunt Mei pointed at Miss Zhao and said to Qingying: "My dear, the one next to you is Miss Zhao from the South City Commercial Bank. Her family lives in the south of the city, which is far away from here. It would be bad if she came all the way here and returned empty-handed." Miss Zhao

from the South City Commercial Bank?

Qingying froze when she heard this. She widened her eyes in surprise, raised her head, and stared at Miss Zhao in a daze.

Is this girl in front of her the wife that Meng Zhao is not going to marry?

Aunt Mei was still chattering away, trying to smooth things over: "This pink rouge will be restocked in ten days. When you come to the store to buy it, I'll give you a 50% discount. Today, you can pick any other rouge in the store and I'll give it to you for free." Qingying

was still in a daze. She didn't listen carefully to what Aunt Mei said, but she knew that Aunt Mei was not going to sell the only box of rouge left in the store to her, but to the noble Miss Zhao in front of her.

Miss Zhao not only bought the pink rouge, she also bought other powders, perfumes, and lip balms. In total, she spent a lot of money.

Aunt Mei took the silver and smiled until her eyes narrowed into slits. She had long forgotten Qingying who was standing quietly beside her.

The rouge she liked was bought by someone else. Qingying felt indescribably depressed. She no longer had the desire to buy rouge.

After taking one last look at the graceful figure of Miss Zhao, Qingying walked out of the rouge shop and walked slowly back to Meng's house.

At this time, Meng Zhao was sitting at the desk reading the account book. When Qingying walked into the room, he immediately threw down the account book and pen, turned the wheelchair and drove towards her.

Seeing Qingying with empty hands, Meng Zhao was a little surprised: "Qingying, didn't you buy the rouge you like?"

Qingying shook her head: "A rich lady and I both liked a box of rouge. The shopkeeper was more familiar with the lady, so he sold the last box of rouge to her. I didn't like the rest of the rouge, so I didn't buy it."

Meng Zhao noticed the disappointment in Qingying's words. He took her soft little hand, took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and put it on her. 's palm, she consoled him tenderly, "Qingying, mother said that the thousand-year-old tiger bone has been found. After a while, when my leg is healed, I will go with you to buy your favorite rouge. This silver ingot is for you. Next time you see something you like, if there is only one left, add a little more money to buy it, and the shopkeeper will definitely sell it to you."

Qingying lowered her eyes and looked at the handsome and gentle man in the wheelchair. She didn't feel happy when she heard his considerate words.

This man's gentleness and thoughtfulness soon no longer belonged to her.

Meng Zhao was just like the box of rouge that was bought by someone else. Sooner or later, he would belong to Miss Zhao.

When his leg heals, he will marry Miss Zhao. The one he drags to buy rouge is Miss Zhao, who is a good match for him, not her. We

have always seen new people smile, but never old people cry.

She, a concubine of humble origin, will naturally be forgotten.