Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 48 Can't I Still Trust You?
Imperial Times Square.

All the world's top luxury brands can be settled here. From the first floor to the seventh floor, clothing, shoes, bags, jewelry, as well as dining and leisure are all available. It is a shopping paradise for the rich.

An Qianya held Song Siqiao's arm affectionately. One of them was wearing a white dress and the other was wearing a red dress. With sweet smiles on their faces, they looked like a pair of sisters.

Entering a store that specializes in clothing for middle-aged and elderly people, Song Siqiao looked around and said, "Qianya, I don't know what Grandma Ye likes, you can choose by yourself."

An Qianya couldn't wait for this sentence, so she nodded quickly: "Don't worry, leave it to me."

Song Siqiao then sat down and played games. She seemed to have nothing else to do, but secretly watched An Qianya's every move closely.

I saw her look around under the guidance of the clerk, and then pointed to a shawl and said something to the clerk. The clerk nodded, took it off graciously, and went to the cashier to pack it.

Song Siqiao sneered in her heart. In her previous life, it was because of this shawl that she made her first ugly face at Grandma Ye's birthday party. There was no other reason. That shawl was embroidered with the red plums that Grandma Ye hated the most.

And An Qianya successfully used an orchid-patterned silk scarf to win Grandma Ye's appreciation. Since then, rumors that she is Grandma Ye's prospective granddaughter-in-law have also spread like wildfire.

"Sisi, I've chosen." Song Siqiao was recalling the past when a sweet voice suddenly rang in his ears.

She looked up and saw An Qianya standing in front of her with a smile on her face, carrying two identical paper bags.

"The status and status of the Ye family definitely don't lack anything. As juniors, we just do our best. So I chose a shawl and a silk scarf. Do you want to see it?"

An Qianya smiled kindly, but she decided in her heart that Song Siqiao would not watch it. Few people knew that Mrs. Ye didn't like Hongmei. She also heard Ye Ningyue say it by accident, so even if she watched her I don't know, wait until her ugliness is over and I can just explain it casually.

Everything is still under his control.

"No need, you're my best friend, can't I still trust you? Just tell me how much it is and I'll give you the money later." Song Siqiao held back her nausea and showed gratitude.

An Qianya immediately reproached and said, "What's the relationship between us? I paid the money for you."

"I'm afraid it's not good, is it?"

"What's wrong, what's mine is yours, so don't say it, or I'll be angry."

Song Siqiao nodded, and when she stood up, a subtle sneer flashed across her face.

In her previous life, it was because of what An Qianya said, so she didn't tell her when everyone blamed her. Instead, she took all the responsibility by herself. Afterwards, An Qianya blamed herself and explained that she accidentally took the wrong one. It's okay to comfort...

You can't live by doing your own crimes...

Song Siqiao sighed slightly, at this moment, she suddenly caught a sharp glimpse of a familiar figure not far in front of her, and looked closely, it turned out to be An Qianya's mother Zhu Meiwei.

She was wearing a tight-fitting dress, and there was a young man beside her. The two of them were close together like a couple. The man's hand was still pinching her waist...

An intriguing gleam flashed in Song Siqiao's eyes, because this scene reminded her of a neglected incident. It was half a year ago before the collapse of the Fengting organization. A member of the organization was ordered to collect an official to find Xiaosan. Unexpectedly, in the process, another restricted-level picture of a man and a woman was accidentally photographed.

That woman was none other than Zhu Meiwei.

(End of this chapter)