Chapter 13 Was that guy a tycoon last night? (Part 3)

Ji Anning was stupefied.

Immediately, Lin Yanqin's voice, filled with mockery, came through. "Over ninety thousand? Yang Yufang, you really are generous with the pocket money for your future daughter-in-law."

Yang Yufang was displeased. She turned around, ready to argue with Lin Yanqin. Her future daughter-in-law, the future mistress of the Ji Family, what's wrong with having ninety thousand in pocket money?

Seeing this, Ji Anning hurriedly spoke up first, "No, it's a knockoff, I bought it for a thousand."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ruoqian sneered, "Hmph, I knew it. How could you afford such an expensive dress on your own?"

Her tone was full of disdain, and her mocking gaze swept up and down Ji Anning.

As if she were looking at a beggar.

Following that, Ji Xiangting suddenly slammed the table in rage and glared at Ji Anning, demanding, "Ji Anning, by wearing a fake, are you trying to disgrace our Ji Family when you go out?"

Ji Anning: "..."

If she said it was real, they accused her of wasting money; if she admitted it was fake, they said she'd lose face when going out.

She pursed her lips and simply bowed her head, staying silent. The mother and her two daughters could snipe at her all they wanted. After all, she had grown accustomed to their cold ridicule since she was young.

Yang Yufang was very angry, but with the patriarch present, he would definitely intervene at a certain point. If she reacted impulsively, it could backfire on her.

She turned to look at the patriarch. He was calmly drinking his milk, not even glancing their way.

"Ji Anning, if you can afford to wear it, then wear it. If not, don't try to be a poser. By wearing a fake, you're not only losing face for Jingfeng, but for the entire Ji Family," said Ji Xiangting bitterly.

The sisters, Ji Xiangting and Ji Ruoqian, took turns criticizing Ji Anning with each remark more caustic and unpleasant than the last.

It was hard to bear.

Yang Yufang's face was ashen. Seeing that the patriarch still made no move, she could no longer hold back. Gritting her teeth and glaring at the sisters, she was about to speak when a lazy male voice preempted her.

"For an adult of the Ji Family not to have a credit card with a limit of at least one hundred thousand, that's truly embarrassing," said none other than Ji Chicheng, seated beside the patriarch.

He finished his last sip of milk, set down the cup, and looked at Ji Anning with a lazy gaze and a cryptic smile on his lips.

"..."

Those words seemed to mock Ji Anning, but upon closer inspection, they appeared more to be a satire directed at Lin Yanqin and her daughters.

It's not just any adult of the Ji Family; even Ruoqian receives a fixed fifty thousand in pocket money every month.

Therefore, for someone like Ji Anning to buy a dress costing over ninety thousand was nothing out of the ordinary. Not being able to afford it would actually make it seem like the Ji Family was being stingy with her.

'Cough'

As soon as Chicheng spoke, the patriarch immediately showed a reaction, giving a soft cough to quiet the atmosphere.

Everyone's gaze turned towards the patriarch, and then he looked at Yang Yufang and said in a deep voice, "Yufang, Anning is in college now. It's appropriate to let her have financial freedom to spend as she pleases."