Salted Fish Lady Loves to Eat Melons

Chapter 143 Who is weak and who is right?

Everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a beautiful woman who seemed to have walked out of a painting.

She was competing with a weak and sickly woman for a piece of the latest fashion, and the amazing thing was that she was the one who couldn't win.

The noble and inviolable lady was about thirteen or fourteen years old, while the weak girl looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

But she was half a head taller than the frail 17-year-old girl, and everyone could see that she didn't dare to use any force.

The noble lady's peach blossom eyes flashed with sharp light, as if she wanted to overwhelm the onlookers with her eyes.

The sick woman's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and panic. The two of them standing together were dwarfed by each other and the difference in height was immediately apparent.

"Thank you, sister. Rou'er likes this dress very much. Please give it to me." Fan Yurou said weakly, but suddenly she exerted force with her hands and the dress was in her hands.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was robbing, but who could blame her for looking so pale and sickly?

Anyone who claims to be kind-hearted will sympathize with the weak, and Fan Yurou's pale and sickly appearance makes her look particularly weak.

Her figure was so light that she seemed like a floating cloud, and even if she forcefully grabbed the clothes, she looked like she would fall down at any moment.

Two long black hairs swayed gently on her shoulders, adding a touch of charm to her fragility.

Everyone will unconsciously favor the weak, so a kind-hearted lady spoke up.

"Miss, you are so beautiful, don't compete with a patient for it, change another one."

"Yes, yes, Miss, please stop nagging here. It is said that Yunjin will release new products in a few days."

"Miss Xie, you are so beautiful, don't compete with a patient for it, just change into another one." A noble lady said with a smile.

"Miss Xie? Is she the one who almost beat the only young lady of the Su family to death some time ago?"

After one of the young ladies finished speaking, she covered her mouth with her delicate hands, as if she was afraid that Xie Wanhua would hit her.

"I didn't expect that such a person would appear in Xiao's Yunjin Store. It's really scary!"

"Oh my, I'm so scared. Where's the shopkeeper? Come out quickly. We don't have the energy to choose clothes anymore."

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Miss Xie, and some of the timid ones even hid themselves directly to avoid being affected.

The two maids beside Xie Wanhua clenched their fists and seemed extremely angry.

"What? Miss Xie wants to beat our Rouer again?" Fan Yurou's cousin asked sarcastically.

"You...you guys..." Xie Wanhua was so angry when she saw everyone turning to Fan Yurou that she was shaking all over. After a long time, she could only squeeze out three words.

Suddenly, a pleasant sound like the sound of a mountain spring sounded: "Everyone, please be quiet and listen to what I have to say first, okay?"

Following the sound, everyone saw a beauty, more beautiful than Miss Xie, slowly walking down the wooden stairs.

She smiled gently, and her every move was graceful and calm. She didn't look like the pretentious girls from aristocratic families, but more like a lady from a noble family.

She is like a goddess who has descended to the earth, full of mystery and inviolability, making everyone irresistibly addicted to her.

Her appearance was like a flash of lightning, instantly lighting up the entire scene, like the brightest and most dazzling star in the sky.

Everyone stared at her intently, waiting for her next words and forgetting to refute.

"Miss, please return the clothes in your hand to her." Wen Qingwan said with a smile. "Who are you? Why do you want me to give it to her?" Fan Yurou hid the clothes behind her and asked rudely.

"Just because you robbed others' things, don't think you are right just because you are weak. Everyone who comes here wants to buy the clothes they like.

I saw with my own eyes that this lady got the clothes first, so the clothes should belong to her. "

Wen Qingwan's voice was proud yet charming, like a beautiful yet fierce peacock spreading its feathers.

It seemed as if she could suppress all the eagles around her under her feet. Everyone was impressed by the woman's aura.

They were even more frightened by her words. Yes, they also witnessed with their own eyes the sickly beauty snatching Miss Xie's clothes.

But at that moment just now, they took it for granted!

Instantly, everyone's opinion leaned towards her, "Yes, I also saw that Miss Xie got the clothes first."

"We came here early to line up just to buy the clothes we wanted. This lady just took away the clothes that people had lined up for with great effort just because she was sick. How shameless."

"I was wrong just now. I thought this young lady was right because she was weak. I was blinded by her appearance. You should return the clothes to Miss Xie."

The lady who was speaking was the second wife of the Shen family. Her sister-in-law called the old lady of the Fan family aunt, so she was the first to stand up and support Fan Yurou.

But she knew that Wen Qingwan was the wife of Marquis Weiwu, and this Yunjin shop was their family's property.

If they offended Madam Hou, the women in the Shen family would be in trouble as they would not be able to buy Yunjin in the future.

What made her even more terrified was that the Mighty Marquis Xiao Jin was the recognized living devil in Shangjing City.

If she offends the King of Hell's wife, then the Shen family will never live in peace!
"Madam, please don't meddle in other people's business. Do you know who Rouer's father is?" Fan Yurou's cousin stood in front of Wen Qingwan and questioned.

"I am just telling the truth. Don't we have to tell the truth these days? Who cares who her father is?" Wen Qingwan replied forcefully.

"You...you bully me...wuwu...I hate you." Fan Yurou cried loudly and tore the clothes in her hands hard.

The dress was pulled in her hands and seemed to be torn, as if telling of the anger in her heart.

Wen Qingwan thought she was very uncultured and didn't know how to cherish the clothes she had snatched with great effort, so she spoke mercilessly.

"You hate me, what does it have to do with me? As if being liked by you can elevate my life, are you a pig from that village? Why are you so arrogant?"

"Puchi..." Xie Wanhua laughed unkindly. It was okay for her to not want the dress, but she felt very aggrieved.

"Fan Yurou, please stop tearing up your gorgeous dress. I'll give that dress to you!"

"Who asked you to give in, Miss... wuwu..." Fan Yurou really wanted to say no in a firm tone.

But she couldn't bear to do so and could only cover it up by crying. The reason why she tore it hard just now was that she thought Xie Wanhua would not give it to her.

She thought: Since she couldn't get it, Xie Wanhua couldn't get it either, but she pulled hard and it didn't break.

She still wanted it very much. The East Palace would hold a flower-viewing banquet in a few days. She would surely dazzle the Third Prince when she put on this dress.

"If you have the guts, just say no. You're just pretending to be stupid when the daffodils don't bloom." A young lady who was good friends with Xie Wanhua said indignantly.

"Hmph! Who do you think you are? How dare you speak in front of me?" Fan Yurou sneered and put the clothes in her hands into her arms without giving any explanation.