Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Wrap it up for me

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Estelle had sent her a message saying to meet at ten thirty.

Rong Yan left the residential complex and checked her watch—it was only nine o’clock.

There was still plenty of time.

There was nothing to do that early anyway.

Across the street, there happened to be a men’s clothing store. After thinking it over, Rong Yan, guitar on her back, crossed the road.

“Welcome.”

As soon as she entered, the sales associate behind the glass door came up to greet her warmly and attentively, “Welcome. Ma’am, can I help you with anything?”

“No need, I’ll just have a look myself,” said Rong Yan as she walked in casually.

Seeing her attire, the sales associate didn’t think she was a ‘customer’ and her smile faded a bit. Once Rong Yan said no need, the associate grew cooler,

“Alright, then please have a look.”

Rong Yan didn’t mind her attitude and browsed on her own.

It had to be said, luxury brands are indeed luxury brands—the simple style of the clothes didn’t sacrifice sophistication, and even a random thin sweater exuded quality.

She came across a black sweater that was similar to one Li Shengxiao had worn before. Walking over to take a look, she asked the associate, “How much is this

Those who shopped here were wealthy people who never asked the price but simply bought. The associate was used to serving the wealthy and became even less pleased with someone like Rong Yan who asked about the price.

Where did this country bumpkin come from?

The sales associate frowned, and although she did not wish to deal with Rong Yan, still replied, “That one? That’s a creation by Designer Kayleigh, a new model from this year. It’s thirty-eight thousand.”

Thirty-eight thousand for a thin sweater!

Indeed, the fashion industry is exceedingly profitable; robbing a bank wouldn’t be as quick.

No wonder there are so many fashion weeks every year, with all the endorsements from celebrities and supermodels pushing products—none of it comes cheap. Isn’t it all funded by people who spend thirty-eight thousand on a thin sweater?

Seeing that Rong Yan didn’t respond for a while and kept looking, the associate’s expression showed impatience, “If you like it, ma’am, shall I pack it up for you?”

She was clearly being sarcastic to Rong Yan!

She thought Rong Yan couldn’t afford it yet insisted on wasting her time here!

Rong Yan hadn’t paid her any mind from the beginning but after a moment’s hesitation, she finally turned her head to give the sales associate her first glance since entering the shop and said, “Mhm, please pack it up for me.”

“Uh…” The sales associate didn’t expect her to actually buy it, much less so decisively, and was taken aback.

Rong Yan didn’t mind her reaction and asked, “Can I pay with a card here?”

The sales associate snapped back to reality, her perfectly made-up face displaying embarrassment, her complexion alternating between pale and flushed as she struggled to meet Rong Yan’s gaze. With a strained voice, she answered, “Yes, you can.”

Rong Yan took out her bank card from her bag and handed it over, “That’s good, please go ahead and process the payment.”

The sales associate’s embarrassment deepened. Taking the bank card awkwardly, she looked uncomfortable all over, “Alright, please wait a moment. I’ll go process your card for you.”

“Mhm.”

After handing over her card, Rong Yan went off to look at other styles.

The face of the sales associate was metaphorically slapped, and she felt so ashamed she didn’t want to stay there any longer, hurrying off to handle the transaction with the bank card.

“Ding dong—”

As Rong Yan browsed, the glass door of the shop rang—someone else had come in.

“Mom, the sweater I mentioned is from this shop. I remember dad likes this brand’s clothing, so I specifically came here to take a look after work yesterday. Originally, mom and I were going to buy it for dad yesterday while shopping at the mall, but something unexpected happened and we didn’t get it. Coincidentally, there’s also one of their brand stores here, so I brought you to have a look. Could you help me see if the sweater I picked for dad is nice or not?”

This voice was…

Rong Yan felt a tightness in her spine, suddenly getting the feeling that she had run into some bad luck.

It couldn’t be this coincidental, could it!