Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Song Tingyou's head hit the chain of the other person's bag, leaving a red mark on her fair forehead.

She sat up abruptly, covering her forehead with her hand.

The other person's shrill voice rang out again: "Who do we have here? It's just you, the tofu seller."

Zhang Yingying looked Song Tingyou up and down: cheap old T-shirt, faded jeans, and rough, hand-sewn cloth shoes.

What era are we living in? Why are people still wearing those hand-sewn cloth shoes with foam soles?

Zhang Yingying made no attempt to hide her mockery: "You're really shabby."

She fiddled with the chain of her LV bag, pointing to the spot where Song Tingyou had bumped into her earlier. It was spotless, without a single mark.

Zhang Yingying said, "This is my brand new LV bag. You broke my chain, but I don't need much. Just compensate me 500,000 yuan."

Song Tingyou: "You really think highly of me. Didn't you say that I'm a poor tofu seller? Let alone 500,000, I can't even come up with 50 yuan."

Zhang Yingying: "How much money do you think you can compensate me?"

Song Tingyou: "Zero yuan."

Zhang Yingying was stunned for a moment, her face twisted in anger: "You damaged my bag and don't want to pay for it? Is there such a thing as a free lunch? You're so young and already so unreasonable and argumentative. Sure enough, poverty breeds wicked people, and the poor are just inherently wicked!"

Song Tingyou: "If you think I damaged your bag, you can go to a professional luxury goods agency for appraisal. I will compensate you whatever amount the appraisal shows I need to pay you."

Zhang Yingying dared not get it appraised; her LV bag wasn't damaged at all: "I can see that you, young lady, just don't want to compensate me."

Song Tingyou: "I can see it too. You, this older single woman, are just trying to extort money from me."

Older single women!

When those four words reached Zhang Yingying's ears, she automatically translated them as, "an old woman no one wants."

Especially when she thought about how Song Xinya had successfully married Qin Yuhe, the son of a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles, and become a wealthy socialite, Zhang Yingying felt that she was nothing in comparison.

Therefore, she blamed Song Tingyou for the reason why she could not marry Qin Yuhe.

Zhang Yingying reached out and grabbed Song Tingyou's wrist: "Since you have no money, come with me to find your grandma. Your grandma has sold tofu all her life; even if she doesn't have much, she'll still have some. Give me all the money your grandma has saved in her life!"

Song Tingyou: "Let go of me!"

Zhang Yingying: "I won't loosen it!"

Song Xinya walked to Zhang Yingying's other arm, grabbed the bag slung over her shoulder, ripped it off, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it twice.

Zhang Yingying immediately let go of Song Tingyou's hand and ran over to pick up her bag: "Ahhh, my bag, my precious bag!"

She picked up her bag from the ground and examined it carefully, turning it over and over: "Song Xinya, since you're so protective of Jian Yiyi, you should compensate me 500,000 yuan on Jian Yiyi's behalf. No, now my bag is even more damaged, you should compensate me 1 million yuan!"

Song Xinya: "I'll pay you back with a hundred slaps."

Zhang Yingying held up the LV logo on her bag and showed it to Song Xinya: "Look for yourself, this is LV, a designer brand, very expensive."

Song Xinya glanced at it indifferently: "LV mahjong bag, entry-level, 14,000 yuan. The material is not new and has signs of use. If you put it on the market, it would be worth at most 7,000 yuan after a 50% discount."

Song Tingyou: "So she can buy this bag for seven thousand yuan? I heard her say it was very expensive. I was thinking it must be worth at least seven million."

Zhang Yingying's face was full of embarrassment at being exposed. She pouted and said, "You poor tofu seller, you really dare to dream. Where in this world can you find a bag worth seven million?"

Song Xinya raised her arm: "The rose gold Hermes bag with black gemstone buckle in my hand is worth seven million RMB."

Zhang Yingying stared wide-eyed at the bag in Song Xinya's hand. She really hadn't expected that Song Xinya would just casually pull out a bag worth seven million.

Even among the elite socialites, such a top-tier luxury handbag worth seven million is only used when attending banquets or important occasions.

Song Xinya carried this bag so casually, which shows how luxurious her life was after marrying into the Qin family.

Thinking about all this made Zhang Yingying feel even worse.

Song Xinya curled her red lips slightly, her gaze sweeping over Zhang Yingying's face with disdain, and led Song Tingyou into the Chanel boutique.

The shop assistants overheard Song Xinya and Zhang Yingying's conversation and all looked at the bag Song Xinya was carrying.

A bag worth seven million!

Even though they sell luxury goods and deal with rich young ladies and socialites all year round, this is the first time they've ever seen a bag worth seven million.

The moment Song Xinya stepped through the door, the shop assistants swarmed towards her like a tidal wave, their enthusiasm burning brightly.

"Madam, it is an honor to serve you."

"Madam, would you like coffee or tea? What brand? Hot or cold? Whatever you'd like, we'll bring it to you."

"Madam, we've brought you all of Chanel's latest collection. The styles are elegant, sophisticated, and vibrant. You can try them all on."

Song Xinya casually placed the Hermes bag on the table beside her: "No need. Take out all the youthful, sweet, gentle, and ladylike Chanel styles and let my sister try them on."

The shop assistants were startled and turned to look at the little girl they had overlooked.

Old T-shirt, faded jeans, hand-sewn cloth shoes.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

The shop assistants immediately surrounded Song Tingyou and warmly welcomed her.

A row of Chanel's latest dresses was brought out, each one exquisitely crafted and luxuriously beautiful.

Song Tingyou selected one of the items and went into the fitting room.

Song Xinya picked out a pair of silver chunky heels with a single buckle for her to match the dress.

In the fitting room, old T-shirts, faded jeans, and roughly stitched cloth shoes were taken off the girl's slender, fair body.

The fitting room door opened, and a slender young woman, dressed in a gorgeous dress and silver rhinestone-studded high heels, walked out gracefully.

People rely on clothes, and horses rely on saddles; one can judge a person's appearance by their clothes.

This is true.

Wearing a Chanel haute couture gown, Song Tingyou shone brightly, her beauty beyond compare.

The shop assistants stared at her, utterly stunned by her beauty.

At this moment, Song Tingyou was a newly sprouted sapling, and even more so, a lotus flower that broke through the silt and bloomed brilliantly in the water, completing its most magnificent transformation.

Her slender white fingers lifted the hem of her skirt, and with a shy look on her face, she looked at Song Xinya: "Sister, do I look good in this dress?"

Song Xinya: "I've thought of all the nice things to say, but none of them can compare to how beautiful you are."

Song Tingyou covered her mouth and laughed happily.

Being with my sister is so much fun!

Song Xinya: "Are we just taking this dress?"

"Wait a minute," Song Tingyou picked up the price tag on the dress, glanced at the price, and her jaw almost dropped in shock.

One million eight hundred and eighty thousand!

A little dress, 1.88 million!

Song Tingyou recalled a quote from the internet: "They could have just robbed her, but they gave her a little dress instead."

Her face was filled with panic as she whispered to Song Xinya, "Sister, something terrible has happened."

Song Xinya: "Did you suddenly get your period and get blood on your skirt?"

Song Tingyou: "...No, that's not true."

Song Xinya: "What is it?"

Song Tingyou: "Too expensive."

Song Xinya glanced at the price tag in her hand; it was indeed expensive.

Song Xinya has never bought herself such an expensive dress before.

Song Tingyou, being very sensible, began to take off her skirt: "I think clothes are fine as long as they can be worn. They don't necessarily have to be expensive. I don't want this one anymore. I'll go pick out another one."

She pinched the zipper and pulled it down, but Song Xinya pressed her hand down, bent down, looked her in the eye, and asked, "Youyou, do you like this dress?"

Song Tingyou: "I like it, but..."

"No buts," Song Xinya said, looking at her. "If you like it, I'll buy it for you."

She turned to the shop assistant and said, "We don't need to pack this dress; we can just wear it and go."

Song Xinya had the shop assistant pack up all the clothes on the shelf.

After paying, Song Xinya and Song Tingyou walked out of the Chanel boutique with their arms full of purchases.

The assistant took the packaging bag from the two women and couldn't help but praise them: "Miss Song, you look absolutely stunning in this dress. You and your wife are truly sisters, both so beautiful and outshining everyone else."

He praised two people in one sentence, covering all aspects of their lives.

Song Xinya: "You're so good with words, I'll treat you to Mixue Ice Cream."

The assistant, being very considerate, ordered the cheapest drink: "lemonade."

Song Xinya: "You've been following me around, holding my umbrella and carrying my bag. Shall I just order you an expensive drink?"

Assistant: "No need, madam. I don't like any expensive drinks. I only like Mixue Ice Cream lemonade, not because I don't have money, but because I just like the taste."

"A clean social circle, a regular life, and my favorite Snow King ice cream. I have a cup every day before work. It's not about showing off, it's just one of my few hobbies. Once, I was so thirsty at work that I ordered a Mixue Ice Cream lemonade. Who knew my colleagues would gossip about me, saying I was showing off. I ignored them because I never expected my everyday drink to become something they would call showing off."

Song Xinya: "I'll buy you two drinks."

Assistant: "Thank you, ma'am...."

The assistant drank a 4-yuan cup of Mixue Ice Cream lemonade, while Song Tingyou ate a 79-yuan Häagen-Dazs ice cream.

At lunchtime, Song Xinya led two people to eat at Haidilao.

At the entrance of the mall, I ran into Zhang Yingying, Li Cuirou, and Song Xuanli.

Zhang Yingying looked Song Tingyou up and down: "You've gone from a pheasant to a phoenix in just a short while."

Song Xinya: "I can't compare to you. I've always been a pheasant."

Li Cuirou: "Alright, we're all family. Let's not be at odds as soon as we meet. Harmony brings wealth."

Song Xinya: "It's no use telling me this. You should tell your daughter that the one who starts trouble the moment they meet is her, not me."

Song Xuanli glanced at Song Xinya's hand: "I heard you're using a bag that costs 700 million each now."

Song Xinya: "Is there a problem? My husband bought it for me, why can't I use it?"

Song Xuanli: "The Song family is having business difficulties right now. You have so many luxury goods in your possession, why don't you sell them and give the money to me to help the Song family get through this crisis?"

Song Xinya laughed: "When the Song family was making money, you didn't give me a single penny. Now that you're broke, you shamelessly ask me for money. People need face, trees need bark, but you have no shame at all, you're invincible."

Zhang Yingying spoke up for Song Xuanli, trying to flatter him, saying, "Dad, look at Song Xinya, she's so annoying."

Song Xinya brushed a strand of hair from her forehead with her fingers, her movements elegant and deliberate: "You hate me, but my bank account hasn't decreased, my hair hasn't fallen out, the earth still spins, the river still flows, and even my light bulbs haven't broken. What can your hatred change, you sour chicken?"

"Have you ever seen a happy person who is always criticizing others? Have you ever seen a wise person who is always arguing about right and wrong? Have you ever seen a person with a rich inner life who is always negating others? Happy people are busy experiencing life, focusing on enjoying it rather than judging others. Only those who are unhappy in life keep making things difficult for others."

Looking at the dark circles under Zhang Yingying's eyes, Song Xinya asked, "Have you been sleeping poorly lately?"

Zhang Yingying: "Yes, somewhat."

Song Xinya leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry about insomnia, a cockroach will crawl into your ear and say goodnight for me."

The extremely provocative words burrowed into Zhang Yingying's ears, creating a highly immersive experience. They evoked the sensation of cockroaches crawling on her skin, as if they were actually crawling inside her ear.

Zhang Yingying screamed and took a big step back, panicked.

Song Xinya led Song Tingyou and her assistant forward.

Song Xuanli's voice came from behind: "The Qin Group has spread the word that it will soon announce the winning bidders. Those selected companies have already received the Qin family's message, but our Song family has not."

Song Xinya: "So what are you still hesitating for? Agree to my two conditions, and I can let the Song family win the bid."

"You can hesitate a little longer. Once the winning bid is officially announced, the matter will be settled, and you'll have no chance at all."

Song Xuanli stood there, stunned, watching Song Xinya's resolute departure.

He had originally thought that by using persistent persuasion, he could get Song Xinya to soften her demands and lower her requirements.

We will not allow Rouying Education Technology Co., Ltd. to change its name to Yating Education Technology Co., Ltd.

It now appears that Song Xinya's attitude is firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

Song Xuanli let out a long sigh.

As he turned around, his gaze swept past Song Xinya's side, landing on the little girl in the Chanel dress. The more he looked at the girl, the more familiar she seemed, as if he had seen her before.

After finishing their meal at Haidilao, Song Xinya took Song Tingyou back to SKP shopping mall to continue shopping.

After buying clothes, shoes, and bags for Song Tingyou, it was already 8 p.m.

When Song Tingyou felt she had bought everything and could go home, Song Xinya walked into a men's products store.

Song Tingyou and her assistant waited outside.

An hour later, Song Xinya walked out of the men's products store with a carefully wrapped gift bag in her hand.

Song Tingyou asked, "Sister, what did you buy?"

Song Xinya: "A gift for Mr. Qin."

A very special gift...

-

Author's note: If I only update one chapter a day, it will be two short chapters combined into one long chapter, with each chapter being over 4000 words.

Please give me a five-star review!

We currently have 10,000 book reviews. Please help us reach 11,000 five-star reviews.

We need 1 more five-star reviews!

I'll update like crazy as soon as I get there! Over 6000 words!

Thank you to every reader who gave a five-star review, love you!