Spoiling a Good Young Wife

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Their father also bought something from Qipinguan, but this Mo Qian had always liked to take things from him, ranging from jewelry to clothes. They had come to Yaoji's shop together three months ago, and it was obviously she who first liked him, but since she didn't carry enough silver, it was snatched away by Mo Qian.

She was really mad at him, but who made Mo Qian the youngest daughter and was greatly loved by her father. However, her father has five daughters, and she is not the one she loves the most.

The waiter scratched his head: No, a girl upstairs bought it.

“Which girl?” Qiao Yurou looked up and only saw a woman wearing linen clothes standing at the side.

“That's the girl.” The servant pointed towards Su Zijin.

Qiao Yurou glanced at him, and immediately a hint of ridicule appeared in her eyes: Is your YaoJi going to close? You let such a person in, can he buy such expensive materials? Go and pack it for me.

Qiao Yurou's voice was clearly intentional, her clothes were robbed by Mo Qian three months ago, and this time someone came, to let her vent her anger.

Su Zijin heard the voice and saw a well-dressed woman standing on the red wooden staircase. She was a beautiful woman, she looked the same age as Su Zijin, but her attitude was very dignified.

This waiter has been working in this store for a long time, and has met many famous people. Most of them are well educated and well-meaning. Even if they liked the same material at the same time, they always respected each other, but of course, there were some people who were arrogant, and unreasonable, just because her father was an official, especially Miss Qiao, the golden daughter of four thousand cabinet calligraphers.

"Miss Qiao, the girl first liked this material, and she already asked us to pack it."

"Does he look like he has the money to buy it?” Qiao Yurou immediately scolded him when she heard his words.

When the shopkeeper saw this, he immediately walked towards Qiao Yurou, pulled Qiao Yurou down, and said with a smile apologizing: Miss Qiao, the, although the girl above was dressed simply and roughly, she was the one brought by general Qi

General Qi received a lot of money from the court, and the young ladies liked him very much, especially Qiao Yurou.

As soon as she heard that Su Zijin was being carried by Qi Rui, her petite face instantly turned into an outpouring of anger: A noble status like General Qi is something she is capable of? You must have mistaken the others as General Qi .

He turned around to go upstairs, but the shopkeeper immediately stood in front of Qiao Yurou and whispered: Miss Qiao, how can we mistakenly recognize General Qi? The girl upstairs came with the general back then. Look at the girl's appearance, not to mention her beauty, it was like the appearance of clouds and the moon.she was probably General Qi's concubine. We dare not offend him.

“What?” Qiao Yurou frowned when she heard this, her face became even uglier, and she stomped her feet violently to the ground: Don't talk nonsense here, my father promised me to marry General Qi. How can I take a concubine?

The more Qiao Yurou thought about it, she became even more furious, and her heart felt like it was burning. He wanted to push the shopkeeper away, but the shopkeeper persuaded him: Miss Qiao, this is just our guess. Perhaps this girl was a distant relative of General Qi.

"Miss, relax. If she really was General Qi's concubine, wouldn't the lady increase her prestige by doing this?" The servant next to Qiao Yurou immediately reminded: She only has a pretty face. Her identity was very low, and could only be a concubine, but the young miss was different. If miss is married in General Qi's house, miss will be the main wife.

After the servant's persuasion, the anger in Qiao Yurou's heart slightly eased, then she straightened her appearance, stroked her sleeves, and said to the shopkeeper: the girl has not paid the money, right? Since he hasn't paid for it. Then I'll pay first, it doesn't belong to anyone who saw it first, it belongs to whoever paid the money first.

The shopkeeper became even more embarrassed upon hearing this. Although their threshold for entering the store was high, they still had rules. Even though the girl did not pay, she had already asked them to pack it. After all, they could not sell the Phoenix Flame to Miss Qiao.

"Miss Qiao, otherwise, just wait for next month, if the fire Phoenix arrives at our store, how about I personally send it to you?" the shopkeeper said with a smile.

Qiao Yurou did this on purpose, so she naturally refused to agree: Shopkeeper, whoever pays first will get it. It's a common problem. Why should I wait until next month? Why don't you let the girl on top wait until next month.

The servant next to Qiao Yurou had taken out a five hundred taels silver banknote and was about to hand it over to the shopkeeper.but of course, the shopkeeper did not dare to accept it.

Su Zijin had already chosen the materials he wanted. Cui'er and Xiaoyue followed Su Zijin down with the ingredients in their hands.

Su Zijin and Qiao Yurou looked at each other. The first is indifferent, while the second is upset. Especially when he saw Su Zijin's face clearly, Qiao Yurou suddenly felt jealous.

Without waiting for the shopkeeper to say anything, Qiao Yurou walked right in front of Su Zijin and said in a disdainful and arrogant tone: I want that Phoenix Flame.

When Cui'er heard this anger, he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Xiao Yue.

Although Qiao Yurou did not say anything, but Su Zijin had seen a look of jealousy and hatred in Qiao Yurou's eyes, and Qiao Yurou had already lost her mind.

Su Zijin raised the corner of his lips and smiled with a clear smile, the pear-like dimples on his cheeks were slightly concave, and his voice was like the sound of nature: Sorry, Miss, I've bought this fire phoenix.

“You haven't paid it yet, so you haven't bought it?” Qiao Yurou said with a proud face, then said to the shopkeeper: Shopkeeper, this phoenix flame pack is for me.

However, the shopkeeper still refused to accept the money and stood there with a look of shame on his face. If one of them accepts it. But in this world, there would be no one who would be humble or give up voluntarily, even though not selling a single one, the shopkeeper could not break Yao Ji's mark.

Su Zijin looked at the servant Qiao Yurou who was holding the five hundred taels of silver banknotes, he ignored Qiao Yurou's reckless attitude. And speaking in a still light tone, but his words were very firm: Miss, if you really want this material, I can sell it to you, but it is impossible for me to give it to you.