Chapter 331 The Scoundrel Young Master 17 (2/2)

As if he had just noticed Shen Zixi's empty hands and simple clothes, his face immediately changed to one of pity and concern.

"Little sister, you've finished shopping? Won't you take a look around a bit more? I heard they've got some new face creams, and they smell really good."

"Brother-in-law, it's not often you bring me here, why don't you buy me more? A woman should have a few decent things to show for herself, shouldn't she?"

As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Lu Ran and sneered.

Wang Juan, standing next to Shen Yurong, smiled in agreement, her eyes darting back and forth between Shen Zixi's old cotton-padded jacket and Lu Ran's tense face, her gaze full of disdain.

Yu Rong is right. So what if he's from the Lu family? Lu Ran is skinny and weak, and he's a scoundrel.

Her adopted sister always bullied Yu Rong. Marrying such a scoundrel is her own fault, and she will suffer endlessly in the future!

Seeing that Lu Ran's face darkened while Zi Xi remained expressionless, Shen Yurong felt an even stronger urge to show off.

"Sigh, that's true. Your Lu family was just investigated, and things aren't what they used to be. Life is tight for you, so you really have to be careful with your money."

"Unlike my Qingjian, who insists on not treating me badly. He just got his salary and forced it on me, telling me to buy whatever I like. It's really..."

Shen Yurong sighed, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for those around her to hear.

She complained, but the sense of superiority in her tone was almost overflowing.

These veiled criticisms, seemingly praising but actually criticizing, caused Lu Ran to clench his fists tightly, his knuckles making a slight clicking sound.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and his eyes instantly turned fierce; he was about to explode.

Just then, Zi Xi, who had been silent all along, gently pulled his arm.

Her movements were very light, yet they seemed to carry a strange, soothing power, causing Lu Ran's angry rebuke, which was about to burst out, to get stuck in his throat.

Zi Xi raised her eyes and looked calmly at Shen Yurong, who was performing.

Instead of showing any embarrassment at being hit where it hurt, her lips curved slightly upwards in a very faint arc.

That smile held no warmth, only a condescending pity, as if looking down on a clown.

She is no longer the frog in the well she once was, but Niohuru Zixi!

"Sister, the color of this fabric is quite bright."

“I think I saw my brother-in-law’s sister with a perm at the entrance of the Overseas Chinese Store a few days ago. She also got a similar outfit a few days ago and is planning to have it made into a dress.”

"But it's quite unique that you all have to make skirts in the middle of winter."

Zi Xi did not respond to Shen Yurong's veiled sarcasm about being poor and stingy.

Instead, he focused his gaze on the few feet of bright red Dacron fabric in Shen Yurong's hand, speaking in a calm tone.

His tone even carried a hint of sincere advice.

Shen Yurong's smile froze instantly, as if she had been punched in the face, and all the color drained from her face in a flash.

Her fingers tightened suddenly around the fabric, her nails almost digging into it.

Zhou Qingjian has been helping the Zhou family, initially trying to hide it, but now he doesn't hide it at all.

But to be exposed by Zi Xi in public, especially in front of friends, was an utter disgrace.

Wang Juan turned her face away awkwardly, pretending to look at the goods next to her.

"The fact that my sister likes to wear the same clothes as Zhou also proves that the relationship between you two sisters-in-law is stronger than gold."

Shen Zixi, however, seemed oblivious to their dramatic change in expression, and delivered the final blow in her calm and composed tone.

This calm mockery was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Shen Yurong could no longer maintain her carefully crafted composure, and her chest heaved violently.

Her eyes were like poisoned knives as she glared at Zi Xi, filled with shame and anger, unable to utter a single polite word.

She stomped her foot and practically fled, not even wanting to take the few feet of bright fabric.