roccoschili Chapter 11 Gold Card with No Limit
Chapter 11 Gold Card with No Limit
Cui Ma knows Fu Wantang's personality all too well.
Worried that An Xiaoyue would be taken advantage of, Cui's mother gave her a gold card before she left.
"That person is the young master's aunt. She's all smiles on the surface but not on the inside. She's very dissatisfied with the young master. This is a card the young master left for you. There's no limit. Buy whatever you like. The password is the last six digits of the card number."
An Xiaoyue looked at the gold card, touched by Cui Ma's words, and felt a warmth in her heart. "I understand, Cui Ma, thank you."
"I should thank the young mistress for protecting me so much just now." Miss Wan Tang was notoriously spoiled and willful, and she was also the old master's youngest daughter.
If it weren't for her husband being a politician and keeping her in check, few people in Beijing would dare to disobey her.
An Xiaoyue wasn't good at this kind of back-and-forth gratitude, so she put away the gold card and left.
Shang Qi followed Fu Wantang's car in his car. "Young Madam, the route is to Taihe Shopping Mall. Taihe Shopping Mall is a property of the Fu family, and it's all under the young master's name. Don't be afraid."
An Xiaoyue wasn't afraid, but she felt that it wasn't worth it to spend money superficially.
However, Fu Shengyang's aunt came with ill intentions, clearly wanting to use Fu's grandfather's name to give her a hard time.
No matter what Fu Wantang wants to do, she will not let the other party succeed.
My mother once said that if someone bullies you, you should be even more domineering than them, and they will have to think twice before trying to harm you again.
After getting off the bus, An Xiaoyue followed Fu Wantang.
Fu Wantang visited several stores in a row, her eyes were discerning. Whenever a sales assistant asked her, "Mrs. Jiang, is this for yourself or for this young lady? I can make recommendations."
She immediately lost interest. "Your clothes are all so-so, and the new styles aren't anything special." With that, she put on her sunglasses, turned around, and left.
Seeing the sales assistant's face fall instantly, An Xiaoyue felt a pang of sympathy for her.
Sure enough, it's tough to do business in any industry.
When she worked part-time at a bubble tea shop, some customers would complain that the bubble tea wasn't good, but she would always order two cups for herself.
There are people in this world who have to find fault with others in order to show off their own superiority.
Little do people know that every individual is unique in the world, with their own strengths and weaknesses.
Fu Wantang entered another store, and as soon as the sales assistants saw her, they immediately came up to her and surrounded her with great enthusiasm.
"Mrs. Jiang, welcome. Why didn't Miss Jingyi come with you?"
Fu Wantang raised her index finger and pointed at An Xiaoyue, "She's there."
The sales assistant's gaze fell on An Xiaoyue behind her, looking her up and then down.
A white T-shirt, cardigan sweater, and loose casual pants make for a plain and somewhat shabby look.
The entire outfit is completely unbranded. Aside from being spotless after washing, it has no redeeming qualities.
The sales assistant commented with great tact, "It seems Mrs. Jiang is responding to the call for clean governance and is going for a minimalist style lately."
Fu Wantang was very satisfied with the sales assistant. "Our Lao Jiang has always been frugal and honest. The reason I can come here to shop is because this is my family's business."
The sales assistant readily agreed, saying, "Yes, yes, yes..."
This month's performance target hasn't been met yet, and it all depends on this sucker in front of me.
If it weren't for the reminder from the sisters who work in other stores in the group, she still wouldn't understand what this old woman was trying to do.
It now seems they wanted to make this poorly dressed, seemingly dull-looking girl suffer a bit.
Has Young Master Jiang gotten into trouble again? Mrs. Jiang was just thinking of buying some clothes to get rid of him.
"Mrs. Jiang, shall we arrange a show, or would you like to choose one yourself?"
Fu Wantang then gave An Xiaoyue a look and said, "Go and take a look."
An Xiaoyue observed their reactions; such methods were ineffective.
When I was doing part-time work, I wasn't immune to being rude to customers.
She also worked part-time at a clothing store specializing in fast-food brands, so she has a deep understanding of how tiring it can be.
The sales assistant greeted Fu Wantang and sat down to her side, offering her snacks and tea. She then knelt down at her feet and began to chat with her, attending to her every need.
An Xiaoyue looked at the clothes in the store. They were mostly khaki and black, and the simple colors were covered with brand logos. They looked exaggerated and tacky when worn.
Fu Wantang brought her to a store like this, clearly intending to pick out some ugly clothes, label her as tasteless, and also team up with the sales assistant to give her a hard time.
The sales assistant is just doing her job; she naturally wouldn't do anything else, otherwise she would deserve it.
Fu Shengyang didn't say he wanted to keep the marriage a secret. She was just using Fu Shengyang's power to intimidate her. He probably wouldn't be angry knowing that.
Thinking about all this, An Xiaoyue pointed to the simplest piece of clothing in the entire store and looked at the three sales assistants surrounding Fu Wantang.
"This one, please get me a medium size."
She didn't use polite phrases like "please" or "hello."
Politeness is for those who know it.
The three people over there suddenly burst into laughter, whether they were talking about something funny or just laughing on purpose for her to hear, it was unclear.
But no one paid any attention to her.
"Oh my, that's hilarious." Fu Wantang picked up the exquisite and intricate teacup and took a sip, her orchid-like fingers pointing out with obvious pride. "You guys go quickly, they're calling you."
Only after Fu Wantang spoke did someone come over.
Once everyone had arrived, An Xiaoyue moved her slender fingers along with her steps, touching many clothes wherever she went.
"You've chosen so many, do you even have the money?"
An Xiaoyue pulled out her gold card and said triumphantly, "No limit!"
The sales assistant rolled her eyes at her.
She happily ordered a few more clothes made of fabric that was difficult to care for and wrinkled easily.
The sales assistant took down two items and didn't want to move on.
An Xiaoyue's gaze fell on the three people, but none of them moved.
Shang Qi was furious and stepped forward to help her out, saying, "Young Madam, let me take it."
“No need.” An Xiaoyue pulled Shang Qi back.
Some people are like that; the weaker you are, the more smug they become.
Seeing An Xiaoyue's weakness, the three looked at her with even more disdain, thinking she was nothing more than a dog relying on her gold card to gain power once.
The next second, An Xiaoyue revealed a sly smile, "I don't like the ones you have anymore. Just the three I mentioned earlier, and that jacket, and those two pairs of pants, bring me the medium size so I can try them on."
The three sales assistants looked extremely distressed. "How could you do this?"
An Xiaoyue opened her big, innocent eyes and asked, "Why can't I do this?"
Fu Wantang paused in her hand holding the bone china teacup. "Get her some. I'll pay for whatever she likes."
I told you this girl was interesting.
Since Mrs. Jiang has spoken, we have to do this job.
The three of them had shot themselves in the foot; they didn't bother to cry out in pain, nor could they complain, and silently went back to work.
An Xiaoyue tried on clothes one by one in the dressing room. Anyway, she had nothing to do today, and since the baby was getting bigger, it was time for her to change her clothes.
Fu Shengyang wouldn't let her work part-time, so she had no money and could just ask Aunt Cui for help.
If Fu Shengyang had something to say, she could suggest not taking any pregnancy and childbirth courses and instead work part-time to support herself.
After more than half an hour, An Xiaoyue concluded that she was indeed not suited to clothes that looked expensive but were very uncomfortable to wear.
I still prefer wearing a long cotton T-shirt and casual pants.
She placed a pile of clothes on the sofa in the dressing room, changed her clothes, and came out.
"Auntie, I didn't find a suitable one."
"Huh?" Fu Wantang asked in surprise, "Why isn't there anything you like?"
The three sales assistants were busy ironing and hanging clothes.
Before we could even hang up a few of the items we had taken down, we suddenly heard An Xiaoyue say that she didn't like any of them.
The sales target has been wiped out!
The three of them felt as if struck by lightning, as if struck by a thunderbolt, and felt like they wanted to die.
An Xiaoyue: "Yes."
“Perhaps your temperament doesn’t quite fit in here. Why don’t you go to the market?” Fu Wantang suggested.
An Xiaoyue nodded in agreement, "Then I'll call Mr. Fu first to report my whereabouts."
No matter which Mr. Fu in the family she was in, Fu Wantang could handle him. "Whatever you like."
"What do you need to report?" a deep, magnetic voice rang out.