"Are you saying, that I should just give her the things?" An Xiaonuan asked.

"This…" The shopkeeper was caught in a dilemma.

An Xiaonuan saw that the shopkeeper wasn't a difficult person, and these things didn't seem to be her intention. She looked at the girl again and spoke once more.

"My money and cards are gone, I don't have any cash on me, but that doesn't give you a reason to insult me."

It's not right to say someone who can't afford things shouldn't buy anything, or that they should rob people... Those words are too harsh.

At least An Xiaonuan was very angry.

"Oh, poor and trying to pretend you're not? " The girl looked down at An Xiaonuan with disdain. "Think wearing a knock-off of Valentino makes you look rich? You're just ruining the brand! With so many of you around, I don't even know what brands to wear anymore, for fear my taste will be dragged down to your level!"

An Xiaonuan: “???”

This dress I'm wearing was given to me by that older gentleman two years ago.

Because it's out of season, she hasn't worn it in a long time.

After all, her uncle sends her new clothes every year, and they are designed by her herself. Plus, her grandmother also sends her some, so she simply can't wear them all. That's why these high-end couture pieces from big brands aren't really worn by her.

Who would have thought that in this person's mouth, it became a counterfeit product?

Besides, aesthetics are aesthetics, how does it involve social strata?

"So, which class do you belong to?" An Xiaonuan asked irritably.

This person thinks she's poor, and she thinks this person is too harsh in their words!

“Of course I’m way out of your league,” the girl scoffed, “It must be hard for someone like you to even afford a trip to Europe, right? Are you fantasizing about finding a rich and handsome guy here? Honey, that kind of plot only exists on TV. Rich guys are all people like me, not someone like you!”

"That's right, someone like you should just stay home and not go out to embarrass yourself."

"My wallet was torn and all my money and cards are gone... Is there such a coincidence in the world?"

"What a shameless liar! You even came up with such a blatant lie!"

Once again, a series of eerie and strange sounds echoed through the air. It was the arrival of several female companions. They were adorned with exquisite makeup, dressed in lavish attire, each accompanied by bodyguards. At first glance, it was evident that they were wealthy daughters who had been pampered from birth.

"Hey, this bag is a fake too? It looks pretty real." Someone immediately noticed that the bag in An Xiaonuan's hand was a limited edition from a top luxury brand.

“I remember, this limited-edition bag has less than ten in the world. Two years ago, one of them was bought at an auction by Rui Shao from the Longcheng Ye family and given to his mother, Xiaonuan Madam. Tsk tsk, you poor fool, even if you're trying to put on a show, at least make it look convincing. Can you even afford this kind of bag?”

This person keeps calling me a pauper. An Xiaonuan was angered by her arrogant expression and was about to speak when a kind hand suddenly grabbed her.

That was Ye Mingjue.

Ye Mingjue, wearing a hat and sunglasses, was as silent as a statue when he didn't speak. It was easy for people to overlook his presence.

But when he took An Xiaonuan's hand, his aura was instantly impossible to ignore.

"You... who are you?" The girl looked at Ye Mingjue, involuntarily frowning.

For some reason, she always felt that this person looked familiar.

Ye Mingjue didn't take off his sunglasses, but his cold gaze seemed to solidify into a tangible presence, causing several girls to involuntarily take a few steps back.

He coldly spoke, "Apologize."

"An apology?" The girl at the front seemed to have heard a joke, "Hey, mister, are you out of your mind or have you been watching too many idol dramas? Did I say something wrong? Why should I apologize?"

When leaving the house today, An Xiaonuan specially dressed Ye Mingjue towards the "handsome uncle" direction. With a hat and sunglasses on, he looked more mature than usual, no wonder these people called him "uncle."

Perhaps An Xiaonuan was mistaken, but Ye Mingjue's face became even colder.

It's not just because these people were spewing insults at his little girl, but also because no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

This nickname belongs exclusively to the little girl. No one else has the right to call her that.

"We don't apologize how about that? Can you bite us?"

"She's putting on a show, acting like some kind of domineering CEO. Constantly demanding apologies from everyone! Did we do something wrong? No, right? She just couldn't afford to buy things herself, so why should we apologize to her?"

Several people argued back and forth, their words becoming increasingly harsh.

Ye Mingjue's face had turned as cold as ice.

An Xiaonuan felt that if this continued, these people being buried as corpses in the ancient castle estate wouldn't be impossible.

She tugged at Ye Mingjue's sleeve: "Uncle, don't hold a grudge against them, I'll handle this..."

Only she could calm the anger of Ye Mingjue.

It took great effort for him to restrain himself from bankrupting these people for three generations. He nodded slightly: "Alright, I'll do as you say."

The girl at the front, seeing that so many people were supporting her, and only two people on An Xiaonuan's side, became even more smug: "I told you, I won't give you this statue. Even if you have money, I will snatch it."

"Yaoyao, isn't she just a little thing, is that really a big deal?" someone in her "sisterhood" couldn't help but whisper.

"Yao Yao," as she was called, casually spoke up, "Who named this statue to look so much like the one Zixuan's brother broke? When he was little, he got a good scolding from Uncle An for that. I bought an identical one and gave it to him. Maybe he'll agree to my confession!"

An Xiaonuan looked at the girl's face and instantly remembered someone.

She chuckled and said, “Even if you bought ten statues, Zixuan wouldn't agree to your confession.”

"What did you say?" The girl exploded like a balloon pricked by a needle, "You dare to say it again! Do you know who Brother Zixuan is? Do you know who I am? What right do you have to say such things in front of me?"

"Meng Yao, is it?" An Xiaonuan called out a name.

The girl's face stiffened immediately, clearly she hadn't expected the other person to actually know her.

But she quickly regained her composure: "Hmph, did you see my photos and information in a fashion magazine? Since you know who I am, why don't you get lost and stop being an eyesore in front of me?"

An Xiaonuan was about to be amused by her anger.

She had never seen Meng Yao in fashion magazines. She had only vaguely remembered that An Zixuan had a suitor, the eldest grandson of a prominent Meng family in Longcheng, named Meng Yao.

Because this person always follows An Zixuan, and their methods of pursuing him are endless, they even hired someone to secretly film An Zixuan, rummaged through his trash cans, and attempted to have someone hack his phone…

(Editor in charge:mystery novels)