My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: The Face being Slapped Resoundingly

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She turned around gracefully, put down the cufflinks she had been examining, gave a quick glance at the three people at the door, and asked the salesperson without any preamble, “Could you please pack up the clothes I’ve bought? I have things to attend to shortly.”

“Certainly.” Her request to have the clothes packaged was perfectly reasonable, and the salesperson went off to find a bag.

Soon, with the bag in hand, the salesperson returned to begin packing the clothes.

Rong Weiwei, watching Rong Yan with her haughty disregard for others, felt her beautiful face turning faintly green with anger.

Was she slapping her own face?

She had clearly heard her conversation with the salesperson, yet she acted as if nobody else was there and asked the salesperson to pack up her clothes. What was she trying to imply?

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Rong Weiwei’s eyes narrowed as she approached Rong Yan and spoke softly, “Sister, I wanted to buy that piece of clothing for Dad. Could you let me have it?”

Rong Yan didn’t consider it for a second before bluntly refusing her.

“Sister, it’s men’s clothing, and I’ve already told Dad about it. If you’re not in urgent need, couldn’t you let me have it?” She appeared to be in great difficulty asking.

However, her words were peppered with hidden jabs at Rong Yan.

Men’s clothing!

What was Rong Yan buying it for?

Sure enough, Jiang Meiqi’s eyes filled with even more disdain as she marched over and demanded, “Why are you here?”

“Do you live nearby?”

“How can you afford to live in this area?”

She bombarded Rong Yan with three questions in quick succession, stopping just short of accusing Rong Yan of being kept by a sugar daddy or engaging in disreputable work to afford living in such an area.

Even though Rong Yan had long since had no expectations of Jiang Meiqi, she still couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart when hearing these words, and she responded with a tense face, “Where I live doesn’t seem to concern Mrs.

Rong!”

“How dare you speak to me like that!” Jiang Meiqi retorted, furious at Rong Yan’s response, “Is this the way to speak to me?”

Rong Yan didn’t want to argue and turned her head away, urging the salesperson, “Excuse me, could you please hurry up?

“Right away.” The salesperson sensed the building tension between the two groups and quickened the pace.

It didn’t take long for everything to be packed.

The salesperson handed over the neatly wrapped clothes to Rong Yan, “Ma’am, your items are all packed.”

Just then, the original salesperson who had processed the payment came over.

Seeing the standoffish atmosphere, she quickly handed over the bankcard to Rong Yan, “Ma’am, here’s your receipt and card. Please keep them safe.”

“Thank you.”

Rong Yan took them, gathered her belongings, and prepared to leave.

Jiang Meiqi, her body trembling with rage at not being given any regard, blocked Rong Yan’s path and commanded, “Stop right there!”

As Jiang Meiqi blocked her way, Rong Yan was forced to stop. She looked at her impassively, waiting for what she would say next.

It was precisely that untamed look in her eyes that fueled Jiang Meiqi’s growing loathing.

“Do you enjoy snatching things from your sister? From men to clothes, must you grab everything? Where has Weiwei wronged you that you, as her elder sister, have to be so spiteful toward her?”

Rong Yan hadn’t intended to respond, but couldn’t help letting out a scoff. She glanced at the person beside her who was secretly pleased and asked, “Rong Weiwei, have I snatched your man?”

Rong Weiwei, caught off guard by Rong Yan’s direct confrontation, could only awkwardly quirk the corner of her mouth and said, “Sister, what are you talking about?”

Playing dumb again!

Rong Weiwei’s act was clearly one she never grew tired of.

Jiang Meiqi couldn’t bear to see her disturbing Rong Weiwei, quickly stepped in front, and defended, “What are you doing picking on Weiwei again? Weiwei hasn’t provoked you!”

Rong Yan, long accustomed to Jiang Meiqi’s baseless favoritism, coolly shot back, “I’m afraid I might have remembered it incorrectly, just checking with her.”

“If I’m not mistaken, whether it was Shi Mufeng or the piece of clothing I’m holding now, I was here first. If Rong Weiwei has her eye on something that belongs to me, even if there’s a snatch, it would be her snatching from me, right?”

“But it doesn’t matter. A tainted man is like a worn sock; whoever wants to pick it up, can have it!”

Rong Yan raised the piece of clothing Rong Weiwei desired and said, “…As for the clothing in my hand, sorry, it’s mine!”

She meant to say that Shi Mufeng was nothing but a pair of stinking socks, not even comparable to a piece of clothing.

Now that Shi Mufeng was her boyfriend, Rong Yan saying so was like a slap to her face!

Rong Weiwei’s face alternated between shades of green, white, and red as she clenched her fists silently.

Rong Yan, expressionless, no longer wishing to see these three people, moved past Jiang Meiqi whose face was ashen with rage, “I have other matters to attend to. Mrs. Rong, please enjoy your shopping.”

Having said that, she walked away without looking back!

Leaving only the three generations staring after her in resentment..