The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

"Really? That's impossible."

Looking at the customer with an unfriendly expression, Hao Huaping explained calmly and confidently:

"I just squeezed this fresh juice at noon."

"Then what do you mean? Are you saying I'm trying to scam you? It clearly smells bad!"

The customer who had just bought the juice and was about to pay heard this and hurriedly put down the juice in his hand.

Hao Huaping shouted anxiously, "Don't listen to him, this is really freshly squeezed today."

"real or fake?"

A young man asked skeptically, suggesting that Hao Huaping open the bucket lid so everyone could see.

Hao Huaping was only focused on proving that there was nothing wrong with the contents, so she immediately opened the lid of the bucket containing the juice.

A pungent, slightly sour smell wafted out, and the customers in front of the stall quickly backed away, pointing at Hao Huaping and saying that she was dishonest, selling spoiled goods.

"Impossible! I just drank it, and it didn't smell bad at all. The weather isn't hot either; it couldn't have gone bad in just half a day."

Before Hao Huaping could finish her explanation, with a loud "bang," the customer who had bought the juice slammed the cup down on the stall and shouted:
"Give me my money back! I just drank it all, and my child drank it too. If they get diarrhea, you'll be responsible!"

The onlookers nodded in agreement, feeling that the customer's request was not unreasonable at all.

This was Hao Huaping's first time setting up a stall, and she never expected to encounter something like this.

She had no experience and had no idea that fresh juice would spoil if left in a container for half a day without any treatment.

Before setting up the stall, I was thinking that my homemade juice would be very popular and I would make so much money that my hands would be sore.

However, they ended up selling spoiled juice.

Faced with the buyer's angry face and the pointing fingers of passersby, Hao Huaping felt a sudden rush of heat to her head, and her face turned bright red.

As more and more people gathered around, Hao Huaping had no choice but to hurriedly return the money she had just received to the customer.

At the same time, I guarantee that I will take full responsibility should any problems arise.

She couldn't flatter customers like other vendors, and her apologies only made customers feel that she wasn't sincere and was just putting on an act out of necessity.

Immediately, anger surged again, and he shouted, "What kind of attitude is this? I'm asking you, what kind of attitude is this?!"

Hao Huaping took a deep breath, walked up to the guest, and said in a serious tone:
"I'm sorry, I'll compensate you three times the amount, okay?"

He was about to take out his money.

The customer sneered and said, "With this kind of attitude, what kind of stall are you setting up? Don't you understand that the customer is always right? I've really run into a ghost today. I thought you were so polite and your stall was clean, so I was going to patronize your business. But look what happened! You can't judge a book by its cover. You gave me a glass of spoiled juice, and this is how you treat me?"

Hao Huaping closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and bowed deeply: "It's all my fault. I'm sorry to you and the children."

Seeing her like this, the onlookers advised the guests to let it go and not to stoop to the level of a young person.

The customer said irritably, "Damn it, I guess I'm just unlucky!"

"Who do you think you are? You're so young, why are you selling this harmful stuff?!"

The guest glared at Hao Huaping before taking the child and leaving.

Hao Huaping kept her head down, her ears burning so badly she couldn't hear the people around her talking, and she didn't want to hear them.

A whole bucket of juice was wasted. In order to sell juice here, she even bought a second-hand tricycle.

I thought I could have a booming business like the vendors in this square, but I never expected that doing business would involve so many unexpected events.

Some people advised her to leave quickly, some people asked her hypocritically why a young person was selling things at the night market, and others looked her up and down with unfriendly eyes.

Even though it was dark, there was only a dim flashlight illuminating the stall.

But Hao Huaping felt as if she were under a spotlight at that moment.

Countless eyes were fixed on her, and countless mouths huddled together, whispering unintelligible words. Hao Huaping, who had always lived a glamorous and respected life, experienced the feelings of a stall owner for the first time.

She remembered Gao Qinghe and her brother, who used to set up a stall on the streets of Qingxian County to sell clothes.

She watched them from a passerby's perspective and thought the siblings were really working hard at their sales pitch; such beautiful women weren't afraid of being seen.

Only now do I understand how strong a person's heart must be to reach that level.

Hao Huaping silently packed up the stall.

He turned off his flashlight, refused to let the homeless man try to take the leftover juice from the bucket, and awkwardly pedaled away on his tricycle.

There were countless vendors in the square, so there were no more or fewer than her.

Aside from giving passersby something to talk about because of what just happened, she acted as if she had never been there.

Hao Huaping felt that she must have something wrong with her brain to come here as a part-time street vendor.

If she weren't short of money, she wouldn't have bothered with these late-night food stalls.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and occasionally a taxi carrying late-night passengers would speed by on the road, or a leisurely stroll would pass by.

Second-hand tricycles are very cheap, which is proportional to their poor quality.

Hao Huaping stomped on the ground with great effort, so tired that she was starting to hallucinate.

She vaguely saw the happy and warm appearance of that family of three.

They stood in front of her, as if she didn't exist, chatting and laughing amongst themselves.

To be honest, seeing Gao Qinghe and her husband so relaxed and carefree, Hao Huaping couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment.

She didn't know why, but she could sense that Gao Qinghe was deliberately targeting her.

For example, at Gao Qingsong's wedding last National Day.

The system taught her to be a magnanimous woman, to always look on the bright side, and to see suffering as a blessing.

But Gao Qinghe made her suffer a great loss this time.

A huge loss that turned her from being praised by everyone into being despised by everyone!

Gao Qinghe may know, or she may not.

Because of what she said at her wedding, she lost the opportunity to become a university teacher in the provincial capital that she was about to get.

Her father treated her as a stain, nearly killing her by accident, and even forced her to completely sever ties with Zhenghua.

If she doesn't stop, he'll pretend he doesn't have her as a daughter anymore and won't care about her anymore.

The system always says that loving someone means giving your all.

How can there be happiness and reward without sacrifice?
Besides, she had been waiting for this man for far too many years, wasting far too much of her time.

She couldn't just give up like that.

Otherwise, it would make her seem foolish all these years.

The system won't harm her!
She must persevere and show everyone the enormous rewards she will receive.

When the time comes, she will give those who look down on her a good thrashing!
Hao Huaping resolutely registered her marriage with Zhou Zhenghua.

The two of them exchanged their marriage vows in the Civil Affairs Bureau, in a corner where no one else could witness it.

This was undoubtedly a declaration of war against his father.

Hao Huaping hadn't anticipated that, besides losing her father's help, there would also be members of the Gu family secretly sabotaging her behind her back. (End of Chapter)