The glass door of the dress shop was pushed open.
Ding Caiyan walked in elegantly, wearing a long orange printed dress. She stepped in with high heels, her movents breezy as if she brought the wind.
All the shop assistants, upon seeing her, imdiately beca highly alert, as if sothing was about to happen.
"Miss Caiyan, why are you here?"
The manager of this store was a close confidant of Ding Suzhu, and naturally knew the discordant relationship between the two sisters. Even though there was small talk, deep down, she wished the other would leave quickly.
"This is my sister’s store. Is it not okay for to visit?" Ding Caiyan fanned herself, more as a provocation, clearly not respecting this store manager.
"This is a dress shop, there’s nowhere here for Miss Caiyan to sit."
The manager did not give face and did not treat Ding Caiyan as the boss’s sister. Her attitude was more like she was dealing with an enemy of the boss.
"I’m here to pick out a dress, what’s wrong with that? Also, stop calling Miss Caiyan all the ti. Don’t forget, my last na is also Ding!"
Ding Caiyan was a bit embarrassed, even bringing up Ding Suzhu as a pretext, indirectly warning the manager that no matter how unpleasant things got between sisters, it was their business, and others had no right to interfere.
However, clearly, the manager was not intimidated and said, "The boss said that Miss Caiyan is Miss Caiyan, and the boss is the boss. Even if they share the sa surna, there’s a difference. So she specifically instructed us not to call Miss Caiyan Miss Ding to avoid confusion."
"You, she..." Ding Caiyan was furious, embarrassed, and gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear the manager to pieces.
"So, Miss Caiyan, is there anything else?" The manager showed no fear, eager to drive this troublemaker out to avoid displeasing the boss if she was seen.
Of course, there is!
Ding Caiyan clenched her pink fists and said angrily, "The Zhao Family’s old lady is hosting a banquet tomorrow. Is it not right for to pick a nice dress?"
Ding Suzhu recently opened a new dress shop with styles more novel than those outside. Ding Caiyan loved beauty and, above all, loved getting a good deal, so how could she miss such an opportunity?
Originally, she intended to leave with a dress, but who would have thought she’d encounter such an uncooperative manager.
Hmph, she’ll have to talk to Old Ma and sweet-talk him into changing the manager or opening a shop for her as well, to satisfy her wishes.
The "Old Ma" she was thinking of was none other than Ma Zongyu, Mrs. Ding’s husband.
Who would have thought that the reason for the discord between the Ding sisters was because of Mrs. Ding’s husband...
"What identity are you using to attend the old lady’s banquet at the Zhao’s? As Ding Suzhu’s sister, or as Ma Zongyu’s mistress?" Ding Suzhu’s steady voice echoed in the shop as she took a sip from a steaming cup of coffee.
"Sis, why do you have to speak so harshly..." Every ti the mistress issue ca up, Ding Caiyan felt a sense of injustice.
Why is it that, with sisters from the sa family, the eldest can marry well and rise effortlessly, while the second one has to struggle to work hard without a promising future?
"Hehe, harsh? And ugly too." Having her younger sister beco her husband’s mistress was intolerable for Ding Suzhu, and had it not been for her parents’ feelings, she would have taught her a lesson on how to behave long ago.
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