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Chapter 9 Could it be that she's being kept by someone?
Song Youan tried on two bags recommended by the sales assistants, and they were indeed very suitable for her, just as he said.

She loves it.

"I want both of them, two of each."

Song Youan appeared casual in her tone, but she was actually overjoyed inside. Being able to spend money without even blinking was incredibly satisfying!

"Okay...okay." The sales assistant seemed surprised that Song Youan would agree so readily, and paused for a moment before reacting: "Please wait in the rest area for a moment."

"Don't rush, I haven't finished choosing yet." Song You'an said, walking to the glass display case to the side, her slender fingers lightly pointing to the jewelry displayed in the case: "This, this, and this..."

Then we went to another booth: "This, this, and this..."

Song Youan was already very familiar with all the products from this brand, so she knew at a glance which one suited her best.

After we finished making our selections and sat down in the rest area, the sales assistant next to me was sweating profusely. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover; truly wealthy people are as low-key as Ms. Song in front of me.

Fortunately, I have always treated all customers equally and have not picked up the bad habit of some sales assistants who treat customers differently based on their status. Otherwise, such a large customer would have been lost to someone else.
Looking up at Ms. Guo across the street, I saw that she spends nearly a million yuan a year at the store, but every time she comes, she puts on airs and bothers the sales assistants for two or three hours before finally buying only a few tens of thousands of yuan worth of items.

Today, I was holding a pair of earrings that cost less than 20,000 yuan and hesitating for an hour without paying.

In contrast, Ms. Song would buy anything that caught her eye without hesitation, spending hundreds of thousands of yuan in less than half an hour.

A bottle of premium mineral water was handed to her, and Song Youan completely ignored Guo Wanfang across from her, taking out her phone to send a message to her best friend Cheng Muzi: "Baby, are you at work? I'm near your hospital."

The other end replied instantly: "What else would a working person be doing if they weren't at work? What are you doing near our hospital? Having an interview?"

Song Youan: "I have some business to attend to. I'll come find you in a bit."

Cheng Muzi: "Okay, I'll talk to you later. A seriously ill patient is coming."

Guo Wanfang, as an elder, was completely ignored, and with a salesperson watching nearby, she felt utterly humiliated: "So you just came here to mooch water."

Song Youan paused her trembling movements and gently raised her eyes to glance at the person opposite her.

The salesperson was sweating a little and gave Song Youan an embarrassed smile.

"Is your bottle of water chargeable?" Song Youan asked abruptly.

Guo Wanfang frowned, not understanding her words: "What?"

"I asked if your bottle of water was chargeable?" Song Youan asked again.

"Of course not." Guo Wanfang raised her head arrogantly.

"So you also mooched it off?" Song Youan asked.

Guo Wanfang was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red with anger: "I'm here to spend money, it's you who doesn't spend any money, that's what you call freeloading!"

Despite Guo Wanfang's excitement, Song Youan remained calm. She glanced at a pair of earrings in front of Guo Wanfang, which didn't even have a packaging bag and were obviously still being tried on. She casually raised her chin and asked, "Did you buy them? Did you pay for them?"

Guo Wanfang: "..."

Song Youan chuckled and rolled her eyes, then unscrewed the bottle of water and drank about half of it.

The salesperson, seizing the opportunity, said, "Ms. Guo, what do you think of these earrings? If you're satisfied, I'll wrap them up for you." Guo Wanfang: ?

Actually, she didn't really like them. She felt the earrings were too youthful and unsuitable for someone in their forties; they were more like something a girl in her twenties would wear.

But Song Youan was looking at him with a smile in her eyes. If he didn't buy anything, wouldn't he really be just like her, coming to freeload?

Even if she didn't like it, she wouldn't feel bad about spending more than 10,000 yuan.

"Wrap it up," Guo Wanfang said, twisting her body affectedly and speaking in a tone that seemed indifferent.

The salesperson was overjoyed and subconsciously glanced at Song Youan. She wondered if she was seeing things, but it seemed like the young lady in front of her winked at her.

Was she deliberately trying to provoke Ms. Guo into placing the order?

Returning a grateful look, the young lady also felt that Song Youan was beautiful and generous.

Having made a real purchase, Guo Wanfang was about to say something sarcastic to Song Youan again, but before she could finish her sentence, the sales assistant came over carrying two large shopping bags.

"Miss Song, everything is packed. Have you driven? Let me help you put it in your car." The young man was beaming; he could earn tens of thousands of yuan in commission today alone.

"Let me add you on WeChat and send you the address," Song Youan said, her WeChat QR code already open.

The sales assistant nodded quickly, took out her phone and scanned the message while saying, "Ms. Song, if you need anything about our brand, please feel free to message me. If new products arrive or can be pre-ordered, I will also send you a message to notify you."

After adding each other as friends, the other party took out a bill and a payment machine: "Ms. Song, your total consumption today is 698596 yuan. Just scan it here."

"I don't want those spring-themed wind chime earrings anymore; I suddenly feel they're a bit old-fashioned," Song Youan said casually.

The pair of earrings she mentioned were the very pair that Guo Wanfang had just bought.

"Okay, I'll take it out for you. In that case, the total cost is 681708 yuan."

Song Youan showed her payment code and made the payment in a second.

She stood up, picked up two new bags, and left without looking back, leaving all the sales assistants in the store staring at her!
Guo Wanfang was still in a daze. How much money did that brat just spend?
68?
How is that possible? How could she possibly have so much money?
Is it possible...

Was she being kept by someone?
"Ms. Guo, your earrings." The saleswoman, noticing that she was lost in thought, called out to her cautiously while carrying her shopping bag.

She was thoroughly humiliated by that brat Song Youan, who had mocked her in front of the sales assistant for being poor and unable to afford anything. In the end, Song Youan spent 68 yuan, which was equivalent to her annual spending on that brand.

Who knows how the sales assistant might laugh at him later?

To save face, Guo Wanfang casually remarked, "Having a pretty face is really convenient. I wonder which rich man she's hooked up with this time."

The young woman smiled on the outside, but was inwardly cursing. What kind of people haven't these salespeople seen? Everyone is the same in their eyes; no matter how they made their money, as long as they're willing to spend money in their store, they're treated like royalty!
Guo Wanfang still felt embarrassed and added, "Do you still have that bag I came to see last time? I really like it, let's get it wrapped up together too."

The sales assistant's inner turmoil instantly turned into a smile: "Okay, Ms. Guo, please wait a moment!"

Turning around, the young lady rolled her eyes and muttered, "Idiot."

(End of this chapter)