The clerk hurriedly apologized, but upon checking, discovered that the previous shift's clerk had failed to properly hand over duties.
She spoke apologetically to Xu Yiran, "I'm sorry, it was indeed Miss Ouyang who ordered the style first. We'll refund the payment here, and you can give the bag to Miss Ouyang, is that alright?"
"Can't."
Song Nuan refused calmly, her tone composed, "This is your store's mistake, and the customer shouldn't have to pay for it. What you need to do is negotiate compensation with Miss Ouyang."
“Exactly,” Xu Yiran agreed.
The shop assistant seemed to think it was a good idea. Compared to Song Nuan and the others, Ouyang Chengyi was a rich young lady who had everything she needed, so she probably wouldn't care about a small bag.
"Ms. Ouyang, why don't you come back tomorrow? We'll get the goods from our branch right away..."
"You mean you want me to give it to them?"
Ouyang Chengyi was pampered and cared for from a young age, and had everything she wanted.
She was forced to comply at the last banquet, but now she has to give in even when buying a small brand bag?
That's not true!
"I want this one." She raised her chin, adopting a superior posture and displaying an attitude that left no room for negotiation.
The shop assistant seemed to be a recent graduate with no experience in handling such matters. Seeing that she was pleasing neither side, she became so anxious that her eyes turned red.
Xu Yiran didn't want to talk to her and grabbed Song Nuan's hand to leave.
Unexpectedly, two black-clad men, each nearly two meters tall, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and blocked their path, forming a towering wall that blocked out much of the light.
A sense of oppression washed over them.
Xu Yiran's face turned green. "What do you mean? In broad daylight, do you intend to use violence to force me?"
"So what if it is?"
Ouyang Zhoujing smiled broadly, her eyes filled with provocation, as if violence and coercion were trivial matters in her eyes.
Do you think you're the only one with connections?
Xu Yiran didn't back down, nudging Song Nuan with her elbow and raising her voice, "Call out your 1.9-meter-tall friend, let her see what you're made of..."
She suddenly fell silent.
When Song Nuan turned around with her, they found nothing behind them; Lu Ziyang was nowhere to be seen.
Ouyang Chengyi laughed loudly, "Where? There's someone there, I don't see anyone."
After she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something else.
She did see a tall man standing next to Song Nuan, but she didn't see his face clearly.
"oh--"
She drew out the last syllable of her tongue and laughed, "Are you talking about that man in the black suit from earlier? He left as soon as he saw me, he left really fast."
Xu Yiran was so angry she felt like she was going to grind her teeth to powder.
"Song Nuan, I'm telling you this now: if you get together with this man, I swear I'll cut ties with you! He's utterly irresponsible, just like Qin Yuchuan—they're both shit!"
Song Nuan clenched and unclenched her fists. Perhaps it was because she was used to Lu Ziyang always being there to protect her whenever something happened. At that moment, it was impossible not to feel disappointed.
However, the feeling of disappointment did not last long.
She said calmly, "Miss Ouyang, is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a bag?"
"It's really unnecessary, but you do need to."
Women's hatred and malice towards other women are truly inexplicable.
Song Nuan offered a solution: "My friend has already bought this bag, and it was a mistake on the part of the store, so it has nothing to do with us. How about this, whichever one you like, I'll pay for it, okay?"
Ouyang Chengyi smiled and said, "Okay."
The money in this woman's hand was probably given to her by An Sze-ze; how dare she pretend to be a tycoon in front of her?
Without lifting a finger, she slightly parted her pink lips and said, "I want all the bags. Wrap them all up and deliver them to the villa. If they're not delivered by 8 p.m. tonight, you'll be in big trouble. Remember to pay me!"
The last sentence was clearly addressed to Song Nuan.
She winked coquettishly at Song Nuan, a look that was both beautiful and wicked.
After saying that, he left with his bodyguards.
"She's crazy! She's taking advantage of our politeness. Song Nuan, ignore her, let's just leave!"
Xu Yiran was so angry that she was fuming.
The shop assistants were tidying up the bags when they heard this and nervously looked over at them.
Song Nuan pulled Xu Yiran back, "You work at Xingci, so you're bound to have some interaction with her. It's no good to completely offend her. If it were just a minor squabble between us, that would be fine, but she has the Ouyang family behind her."
“I’ve met her brother. He’s all smiles and no pushover. Besides, Ouyang Zhoujing dotes on her. If this little conflict escalates into a family feud, it’ll be too late to regret it.”
"But……"
"It's alright, anything that can be solved with money isn't a small matter."
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Song Nuan whispered in her ear, "I'll use Qin Yuchuan's card."
"Pfft—"
At that moment, Qin Yuchuan's phone vibrated while he was discussing a project. He looked at it subconsciously and saw a long string of countless numbers enter his field of vision, causing his eyes to widen suddenly.
"Mr. Qin, is something urgent?"
"It's nothing." He smiled politely and placed his phone face down on the table. "Let's continue."
After paying, Song Nuan and Xu Yiran carried their bags down the elevator to the parking garage.
Xu Yiran complained the whole way.
"Now I understand why he has the face of a star but only works as a hostess. A guy like him can't even get into the entertainment industry."
"I guess when he's having dinner with a big shot, the big shot tells him to pick up some food, and he just picks up the plate and starts eating."
"You're really pathetic, Song Nuan. It's fine for you to play around with, but don't take it seriously."
Song Nuan's head was spinning from all the nagging.
She interrupted, "I left my coat in the store. Wait for me in the car, I'll go up and get it."
They disappeared in an instant.
Xu Yiran noticed that she hadn't taken her phone and turned to call her, but the elevator doors had already closed.
She pursed her lips and was about to put her phone back when a call came in.
The note says Lu Ziyang.
They ran away halfway through, and now they dare to call me?
Xu Yiran was feeling simmering with anger and had nowhere to vent it, so she answered the call without thinking. The man's voice immediately came through: "Nuan Nuan..."
"How dare you call me Nuan Nuan?" Xu Yiran interrupted gruffly.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.
Then the man's voice became even colder and lower than before, "Where is Song Nuan?"
"What do you care where she is? She was running pretty fast just now, why are you calling her now to play the victim and beg for forgiveness?"
Lu Ziyang frowned.
"Let her answer the phone, I need to talk to her."
"You're really shameless. Don't bother Song Nuan anymore." Xu Yiran was too lazy to waste words with him. After giving him a warning, she hung up the phone.
Listening to the mechanical, rhythmic beeping, Lu Ziyang's face darkened considerably.
Lin Xuan didn't know what had happened during his disappearance, but it wasn't hard to guess that President Li was in a bad mood, and it was because of Song Nuan.
Every time he gets involved with Song Nuan, it's either a wonderful thing or a terrible thing that could destroy the world.
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