The cousin continued to puff out clouds of smoke, his attitude arrogant. The mont he saw Yan Xixi—it must have been their first eting—he apparently hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful. His eyes imdiately lit up. "Yo, this is Xiaojue’s girlfriend? My brother’s wife, huh? She’s pretty."
The cousin had been unemployed for many years, spending most of his ti at ho playing mahjong, a typical leeching freeloader. Aunt Huang often secretly gave money to this disappointing nephew. This ti, to deal with Yan Xixi, the nephew had volunteered to repay his aunt.
As he spoke, he reached out to pat Yan Xixi’s shoulder. Yan Xixi, disgusted, backed away, causing him to pat the air. His expression imdiately changed, and he let out a cold HUMPH. "Where’s the tea? Visitors are guests; how can you be so negligent?"
Yan Xixi patiently said, "Please, take a seat in my office, everyone."
"Why would I go to the office? I’m here to choose a bag for my wife..." His shifty eyes darted around, looking at price tags. "TSK TSK. Why are these bags so expensive? Over 5,000, over 7,000... HA! This one is even over 10,000? Are you serious? Is it made of human skin?"
A few female custors who were browsing in the shop heard him and eyed him warily before quickly leaving.
Yan Xixi’s expression soured further. Seeing that the burly man ant trouble, Xu Xiaoya quietly tugged Yan Xixi’s arm, cautioning her against acting rashly.
At this mont, Aunt Huang strode over with a haughty expression and sat down on the couch.
The shop attendants, already annoyed by their repeated habit of taking items without paying, all pretended to be busy elsewhere. No one ca to serve tea. Yan Xixi also remained still.
Aunt Huang let out a cold HUMPH. "Well? Where are the attendants? Can’t they even pour a cup of tea for a guest?"
Yan Xixi steeled herself, poured a cup of coffee, and handed it over. "Auntie, please have so coffee."
With a sweep of her hand, Aunt Huang knocked the coffee cup to the floor and lowered her voice. "Yan Xixi, let’s drop the pretenses today. To be honest, I really despise you. Can you just disappear from my sight? There’s no way I’ll ever let you marry my son..."
Yan Xixi suppressed her rage and said, "Whether or not Xiaojue and I get married is not up to you to decide."
Aunt Huang sneered, "Is that so? I broke you two up back then, and I can do it again now! Yan Xixi, if you don’t believe , just try ."
Yan Xixi took a step back, her attention suddenly drawn to the cousin. He was already holding seven or eight bags, smirking. "These few are passable. They’ll make suitable gifts for my wife."
Xu Xiaoya stepped forward, picked up the price tags, and said composedly, "Sir, are you sure you want to take all eight of these bags?"
"Of course."
"These eight bags total 105,000 yuan. We’ll waive the odd amount, and I’ll give you our best discount..."
"What’s 100,000? I’ll take them!"
"Alright, I’ll draw up an invoice for you right away. You can pay in cash or by card. Of course, since you’re purchasing so much, you’ll imdiately beco a VIP custor, and I’ll give you the maximum discount..."
As Xu Xiaoya spoke, she efficiently wrote up the invoice and handed it to him. "Let take you to the checkout counter; it’s right up front..."
The cousin’s eyes bulged. "Pay for what? Miss, you must be joking."
"I’m sorry, sir, but we’re running a business here. If you take the bags, you naturally need to pay for them."
"HAHA! Do I need your approval to take things from my cousin’s store? Who do you think you are?"
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