Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 399 The Phoenix Man's Scheme 3

"Mu Qiuqiu, you bitch, tell me, whose child is it?"

Who is this "bitch" calling a jerk?

"Slap." Qingmo slapped him so hard that his face swelled up.

"Watch your words. I'm a sensitive person and can't stand being insulted."

"You bitch!" Sun Mingyang roared, covering his face, a savage glint in his eyes.

Qingmo curled her red lips into a cold smile: "Oh? So you're insulting yourself?"

She took two steps closer, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor. "Trying to live off me? Don't you even know if you're worthy—"

"Mu, Qiu, Qiu".

He practically squeezed those three words out through gritted teeth.

He had been planning for so long, all for the sake of marrying a city woman, and this woman dared to betray him.

What about all the humiliation and hardship he endured before?

Sun Mingyang could no longer keep up the act. He suddenly loosened his tie, and the gentle pretense in his eyes was completely torn away, revealing a fierce glint like that of a jackal.

He was just about to make his move.

"Ouch!" An Ning kicked him hard in the groin...

"Stop dawdling, do you think I'll wait for you to unleash your ultimate move?"

Sun Mingyang was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he curled up on the ground like a shrimp that had been scalded by boiling water.

He clutched his groin, his voice trembling: "Call...call an ambulance..."

An Ning looked down at him condescendingly and sneered, "Oh, so now you know to call an ambulance? Weren't you pretty arrogant just now?"

She slowly took her phone out of her bag, but didn't rush to dial. She just liked watching him look like that.

It's so heartbreaking.

"What...what are you doing?! Hit me!" Sun Mingyang was both shocked and furious. He struggled to get up, but even the slightest movement made him wince in pain.

"Crack!" The egg really broke...

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Didn't you tell me to hit it?!"

She lightly covered her red lips with her teasing expression, her eyes filled with mockery.

However, being a good girlfriend, she still called an ambulance for him, and a VIP was carried away on a stretcher.

I also unlocked Sun Mingyang's phone and transferred all the balance to my own card.

Not many, only around 100,000.

Sun Mingyang used the remaining money to pay the down payment for the new house.

They were together for four years and worked for two years. Whether it was the money she earned at work or the pocket money given to her by her parents, the original owner gave it all to Sun Mingyang for safekeeping.

They call it: I know how to manage money.

Ah! Yes, yes, yes, damn it.

Those masks, bags, and broken hair clips—they're really something else.

Who would take their own old, worn-out jeans, turn them into a bag, and give it to someone as a gift?

I reckon only a bald guy from some South Korean country could be compared to him.

They simply called a cleaning lady to pack up and throw away all of the original owner's belongings.

Anyway, apart from the clothes her parents gave her, very few of her clothes cost more than a hundred yuan.

It's really disgusting.

Romantic? Romantic my ass.

Wearing smelly socks on your head—what kind of crazy person could do such a thing?

"Miss, are you sure you want to throw all these things away? If you don't want them, may I take them home?"

Forehead!

Seeing the aunt's sincere expression, Anning still kindly offered a reminder.

"Auntie, these clothes are all cheap, you can take them if you want, but you'd better throw away those little trinkets, they were given to you by your ex-boyfriend, they're not very hygienic."

Anyway, she said that if the aunt still wanted it, it was none of her business.

buy buy buy.

A major overhaul is necessary.

He was still wearing tattered clothes.

Let's not say anything more, let's go to the lottery shop and buy some scratch-off tickets. This 100,000 yuan isn't enough for her to spend.

When she came out of the prize redemption area, hehehe, she had 300,000 yuan in hand, and she was going to spend it all.

"Oh my! Customer, if you don't want it, please don't touch it. This dress is very expensive."

The saleswoman strode over in high heels, her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, flashed in front of her before she snatched away the clothes she had just touched.

I casually patted off any dust that wasn't even there.

He was muttering to himself, "These days, anyone can walk into our store without even considering whether they can afford it."

To be honest, this sales assistant is very pretty, extremely pretty.

If you're not pretty, you can't work as a sales assistant in a luxury store.

But she was wearing work clothes, shoes that cost a few hundred yuan, and perfume that cost a few hundred yuan.

What is she so proud of?

She's a working-class person, yet she looks down on customers who come into the store to make purchases, acting as if she could afford it herself.

Qingmo walked straight up to her, the tip of her high heel precisely grinding against the other's toes, the heel slowly rotating on the leather, creating fine wrinkles.

"what!"

The sales assistant screamed in pain, and everyone else in the store looked over.

Qingmo didn't care at all and simply took out a thousand yuan in cash from her bag and threw it on the ground.

"Is that enough? I'll pay for your shoes."

Then, pointing to another sales assistant, she said, "Wrap up this piece, that piece, and all of these according to my size."

The sales assistant being pointed at paused for a moment, then her face lit up with ecstasy.

He immediately flattered her: "Okay, beautiful lady, please wait a moment, I'll wrap it up for you right away. Please have a seat here."

The saleswoman whose foot was stepped on looked incredulous.

I simply couldn't believe that she, a country girl whose entire outfit cost less than 100 yuan, could actually afford these clothes.

"Don't believe her, you poor wretch. What are you pretending for? Who are you trying to humiliate with this thousand? Pay up, you stepped on my foot and ruined my shoes."

A pair of bright red lips, beautiful as they are, but unfortunately, her face is mean-spirited.

Qingmo sat on the soft sofa, crossed her legs, and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Ha! Not enough?! If I'm not mistaken, your shoes alone cost a few hundred yuan. The rest is for your medical expenses."

The female sales assistant, who was being watched by others and was always vain, felt embarrassed when the price was pointed out in public.

He immediately retorted, "So what? It's still better than your cheap street vendor stuff. What are you pretending for? Can you really afford these clothes? Are you just putting on a show?"

"Don't think you can get rid of me with a thousand dollars. If there's anything wrong with my foot, you'll be responsible for it!"

Qingmo yawned casually, "Okay, if you think the money is too little, how about this, one hundred yuan per slap."

"How much money do you want? Just name your price."

That's pure insult. If she slapped her and gave her a thousand dollars, maybe the saleswoman would have offered her her face.

That hundred yuan, isn't that just a complete slap in the face?

There's a sense of death about someone who's both poor and domineering.

At this moment, another sales assistant respectfully presented Qingmo with the clothes and bags she had chosen.

"Miss, your things are all packed. The total is 372,000. Let me round it down to 372,000."

Qingmo took out her bank card from her bag and handed it over casually, "Swipe the card."

The person accepted the card with a smile, entered the PIN, and the card was successfully swiped, making their smile even more genuine.

Thankfully, that idiot messed up, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten her commission.

The beautiful saleswoman who had been beaten stared wide-eyed, never expecting that the woman was really rich.

He felt even more ashamed and indignant.

If you have money, why pretend? Dressing so poorly, who would know?

She gritted her teeth and said nothing more, silently picking up the thousand yuan from the ground.

After all, he's a rich person. If she keeps pestering him, she might lose her job.

Before Qingmo walked out of the store, she patted her on the shoulder and gave her a mocking smile.

The saleswoman thought Qingmo was just showing off, but little did she know that Qingmo was not a magnanimous person.

I suppose her arrogant attitude is just because she has a pretty face?

I wonder if she'll still be able to be so proud after her face is covered in pimples in a few days?

Ah--