Either way, it's shameful!
No! He can't let himself lose face like this; he has to get his revenge!
After thinking it over and over, Feng Gan decided to go find his lovers the next day and get back the face he had lost from them.
The next day, Feng Gan dressed up like a peacock and went out.
After getting into the carriage, he felt it was too ostentatious, so he asked someone to go to a clothing store and buy him a set of simple and elegant new clothes. Only after changing into them did he realize that the size was wrong.
But he didn't care about that, and got off the carriage wearing his new clothes.
He had his men drive around the streets to attract attention, while he took a different route.
In his view, by diverting other people's attention in this way, no one would notice him, and he could swagger off to find his girlfriend.
Just then, he heard voices behind him.
“Sister, that man’s figure looks like Young Master Feng to me,” said a woman dressed in a rather flamboyant manner.
The person next to her looked up and said, "It does look like it, but Young Master Feng wouldn't dress like that."
“But his walking posture is exactly the same as Young Master Feng’s; I feel it’s like him.”
"I remember everyone outside said he was sick, so it's impossible for him to be here, right?"
"Who knows...why don't we go and take a look?"
When Feng Gan heard the two men say they were coming to see, he quickly changed his walking posture, which appeared stiff and awkward.
Just as the two women passed by him, he turned around and casually picked up something to look at.
The two sisters looked back several times, but didn't clear their faces.
"No, I don't think so."
"I don't think so either. Why would Young Master Feng buy such inferior goods?"
"Let's go, let's go!"
The two exchanged a few words, then turned and left.
Feng Gan finally breathed a sigh of relief, threw the rouge back onto the stall, and said with a look of disgust, "What kind of cheap stuff is this? How dare you put it out to sell!"
He muttered a few curses, put his hands behind his back, and swaggered away.
The rouge vendor looked bewildered, picked up the smashed rouge, wiped it clean, and said unhappily, "What kind of person is this! If you don't like it, don't look at it! You smashed my stuff and then cursed that there's something wrong with what you're selling!"
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