Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Clinging like a Dog Skin Plaster

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As she finished speaking, a well-maintained lady of high status immediately patted her hand and scolded with affection, “You, you always don’t listen to me, no matter how many times I’ve said it. Don’t worry about us, your dad and I are old and different from you. You are young and should buy more clothes for yourself.”

“I’ve bought a lot for myself already, too many to wear out. You and dad have been so good to me, I want to be filial-” Rong Weiwei said sweetly, clinging to her arm.

Following beside the two of them was a thin old lady, extravagantly dressed even in her advanced age, draped with jade jewelry. The corners of her eyes and mouth sagged heavily due to the passage of time, making her face seem not friendly, “Your mom’s right, you should take good care of yourself and not worry too much about them.”

“I know, Grandmother. But I still want to be filial to you all.” Rong Weiwei was not as girlish with Old Madame Jiang, appearing remarkably sensible and well-behaved.

Whatever Old Madame Jiang said seemed to be taken to heart by Rong Weiwei.

Her sensible and well-behaved demeanor was impeccable!

It was precisely this attitude that endeared her to the old lady’s heart, just like with Jiang Meiqi, always taking her side in everything.

In the past, she was driven out of the house because she was accused of ‘pushing’ her grandmother down the stairs.

She remembered clearly that she hadn’t even touched a finger of the old lady.

It was the old lady herself who had tumbled down the stairs. Yet, she had framed Rong Weiwei immediately afterward!

To this day, she still couldn’t understand what she had done wrong for the old lady to resort to such a despicable method against her!

“Mom, Grandmother, wait for me a moment.

Rong Weiwei had already taken a step ahead to find another sales associate, heading toward the sweater she had her eye on earlier. With a faint smile, she pointed to the clothes on the mannequin and said, “Could you please take that down for me.

The sales associates in this area were accustomed to seeing celebrities, and while they were excited to see one, it wasn’t overly so. Seeing her pointing to the sweater, the sales associate showed a look of difficulty, “Well…”

Rong Weiwei had only seen this expression yesterday, and encountering it again, she thought of the frustration from being thrown out of the store. Her smile cooled a bit, “What, is it not possible to take it down?”

“It’s not that.” The sales associate sensed her irritation and quickly waved her hands to explain, “Here’s the thing, Miss Rong, that piece of clothing was just bought by that customer over there. This is a limited edition, with only one of each made, so…”

If it’s been purchased by someone else, it’s theirs now, of course, it can’t just be taken down!

Purchased by someone else? Rong Weiwei felt a tightness in her chest, and that sense of humiliation from being ousted from the store the previous day resurfaced.

She suppressed the discomfort in her heart and asked, “Who bought it?”

The sales associate pointed to Rong Yan not far away, “That customer over

there.”

Rong Weiwei looked up in the direction the sales associate was pointing and suddenly saw a familiar figure—how much that figure resembled Rong Yan!

Impossible, right?

How could Rong Yan possibly be in this neighborhood?

Generally, only locals would shop on this street, and nearby there were only a few residential areas, excluding Dihor Garden, the rest were also upscale communities.

Even if not on the level of Dihor Garden, it was not a place Rong Yan could afford!

Jiang Meiqi also saw the figure, and without thinking as much as Rong Weiwei, her expression darkened, and she abruptly said, “Rong Yan?”

At the sound of that name, Rong Weiwei’s heart skipped a beat; even if she didn’t want to accept it, she had to acknowledge that the person who had bought the sweater she coveted was Rong Yan!

Old Madame Jiang, upon hearing the name Rong Yan, first frowned, then her stern face showed a look of disgust, “Isn’t she supposed to be abroad? When did she come back?”

“Hmph, she’s got her own legs, how can I keep track of her!” Jiang Meiqi snorted coldly, her face as full of disgust as Old Madame Jiang’s.

Rong Yan had no intention of entangling with them, but now the situation left her no choice—whether she liked it or not, some people were destined to cling like a dog’s skin plaster..