For Jiang Feifei, it was no longer just about the pain, but about dignity.
Her cheeks were swollen like fermented steamed buns, red and puffed in the center. The place where she was slapped continued to throb, pressing on her eyes and mouth.
The humiliation sent Jiang Feifei’s mind into chaos, only the urge to kill surfacing.
"If I ever see your mouth spewing filth like this again, it won't be just a slap," Jiang Ziyu stated, her gaze fixed on Jiang Feifei's resentful eyes without a flicker.
She was no longer the Jiang Ziyu who was bullied and could only cry helplessly. Nor would she allow anyone close to her to be humiliated even in the slightest.
Jiang Ziyu raised her hand and pointed towards the counter. "Is that dress something you absolutely must have?"
Jiang Feifei’s gaze followed Jiang Ziyu’s body.
Arriving at the counter, Jiang Ziyu hooked her finger upwards, and the dress obediently fell into her hand.
"It seems your habit of coveting other people's belongings has persisted through the years. You could throw your body for a man, and now you've stooped to throwing yourself for a dress. If you like it so much, a few kind words would suffice; I'm a generous person." Jiang Ziyu fiddled with the lace trim of the dress.
Her lips parted, and the pain brought tears to Jiang Feifei’s eyes. But a fierce unwillingness roared within her. Enduring the immense pain, she retorted, "Pah!"
Her sharp gaze returned, and Jiang Feifei immediately restrained herself.
Jiang Ziyu stopped what she was doing, raised her arm, and with Jiang Feifei’s evasive movement, placed the dress in front of her.
Feeling no pain, Jiang Feifei opened her eyes.
A flush of peach red met her gaze, and she took a hesitant step back.
"As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take what another desires. Since you like it, it's yours," Jiang Ziyu said.
Jiang Feifei didn't believe her.
"Give me a break, you’d actually give it to me?"
Their animosity wasn't just about snatching things. Could Jiang Ziyu, who had never shown sisterly affection, be so kind? Though impulsive, Jiang Feifei wasn't foolish.
With a show of cleverness, she tried to expose Jiang Ziyu, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You want to flaunt your generosity with this trash dress, you dream on!"
"Heh~" Jiang Ziyu was amused.
Did she need to prove her generosity to outsiders?
Hadn't it been her all along, using various pretexts to fight for this dress?
Jiang Ziyu withdrew her hand, clicking her tongue with regret. "Since you don't want it, I won't force you."
As her words fell, the sound of tearing fabric echoed around them.
The limited edition dress, in just a minute, was reduced to scraps and discarded on the floor.
"How much is the dress? Please swipe your card!" Jiang Ziyu looked at the general manager.
The store manager was calculating the discounted price when a sound came from the general manager's pocket.
After answering the call, the general manager's shock only intensified. He repeatedly uttered, "Good."
After the call, he said with a beaming smile, "Madam Di, you don't need to pay. President Di has purchased the entire store. You can do whatever you wish with all the clothes here."
Purchased the entire store?
Jiang Ziyu quickly understood.
It seemed some whispers had reached Di Mingjue. Since he was so generous, why should she be coy and refuse?
Jiang Ziyu pointed her chin, held high with arrogance, at the intensely jealous Jiang Feifei. "Cancel her VIP status and escort her out!"
The shop assistants were not stupid; they knew who would be signing their paychecks in the future. Without a word, several of them banded together and blocked Jiang Feifei's path.
"Miss Jiang, we hope you understand!"
"How dare you!"
Jiang Feifei resisted.
With Jiang Ziyu behind her, why would the shop assistants fear Jiang Feifei?
Her warning was as insignificant as farts. The assistants directly grabbed her arms and pulled her outward.
Seeing this, Wang Ke dared not resist and quietly walked out on her own.