Limited Edition Love

Tang Mianmian felt a wave of awkwardness. She had never imagined such a situation. That familiar sense of disparity washed over her again, and the uneasiness she'd been trying to suppress surged anew. Long Ruoshui's words only deepened the feeling that she and Long Yejue were from completely different worlds.

But remembering what he said the night before, her restless heart slowly calmed. She managed a smile and said, "Alright then, I'll get a bag."

Long Ruoshui nearly lost her temper—how could this woman still smile? Does she not realize I'm mocking her? Or is she just pretending not to care, playing dumb while hiding her sharpness?

After a moment of silent fury, she regained her composure. Bringing Tang Mianmian out today had a purpose, after all.

"Let's go. There's a boutique next door that just got some gorgeous limited-edition bags. I asked the manager to hold a few for me—we'll take a look."

Wanru responded indifferently, casting Tang Mianmian a meaningful glance.

Tang Mianmian, clueless as ever, didn't notice.

The bags were expensive, so Mianmian opted for a simpler, more affordable crossbody style. Meanwhile, Long Ruoshui stepped out for a moment, leaving her and Wanru to browse.

She soon returned, carrying a shopping bag and cheerfully handed it to Tang Mianmian. "Here, I bought this for you."

"For me?" Mianmian blinked in surprise.

"Of course. You didn't buy anything earlier, and I've never given you a gift. So here you go." Ruoshui said with forced generosity.

"This is too much… I wasn't refusing to buy, it's just that I already have a lot at home. The stuff here is really expensive—maybe return it?" Mianmian said, embarrassed.

"Oh come on, just take it." Ruoshui pushed the bag into her hands and then went to pay for her own bag.

Feeling guilty, Tang Mianmian suggested, "How about I get this bag for you instead? I haven't given you anything either."

Ruoshui smiled brightly. "Well then, I won't hold back."

Tang Mianmian handed over Long Yejue's black card to the sales assistant. The moment they saw the card, their attitude turned extra respectful.

When the bill came, Mianmian was shocked.

Her own bag had cost over 20,000 yuan, and she'd already thought that was pricey. But Ruoshui's was over 500,000!

What the hell?!

How would she explain this to Long Yejue later?

Thankfully, the card was accepted without issue. Just how much money did he put in this card?

Ruoshui and Wanru bought even more things, totaling over a dozen shopping bags. Since both were wearing heels and struggling, Mianmian—wearing flats and carrying fewer bags—offered to help.

They gratefully handed over all their heavy bags, leaving her to carry everything while they continued shopping with ease.

She regretted it instantly. No wonder Long Yejue said I'd get sold off—looks like he was right.

Trailing behind, she still hadn't found the right birthday gift for Long Yejue. He lacked for nothing, so anything she bought felt redundant. After some thought, she settled on a luxury belt.

While the other two were distracted, she wandered over to the men's section.

There, a Dior belt caught her eye—elegant, high-quality, and, of course, expensive. She didn't understand the sales pitch, but the words limited edition were clear enough.

Phones, bags, clothes, even a belt… everything in this world seemed to be limited edition.

So this is what a rich person's life is like…

She sighed and hesitated, but thinking about the 500,000-yuan bag she just bought for someone else, she gritted her teeth and made the purchase.

When Ruoshui came out and saw the belt, she asked, "Buying that for a guy?"

"For Long Yejue's birthday," Mianmian smiled.

Ruoshui was reminded of his upcoming birthday and started thinking about her own gift.

Just then, Mianmian's phone rang. She didn't even need to check—it was obviously Long Yejue.

She answered lazily, "What's up?"

"When are you coming home?" His voice was filled with impatience.

Mianmian sighed, "I want to come back too. Shopping is so boring."

"Want me to pick you up?"

"...Maybe not?" She glanced at Ruoshui and Wanru still choosing gifts.

"Why not? Just tell me where you are." His tone was urgent—he probably didn't even realize how much he missed her.

Mianmian considered it. They were nearly done, so she gave him the address.

Then, a voice cut through her thoughts.

"Tang Mianmian?"

Startled, she looked up and saw… Yan Youlan.

Seriously? Why is this woman always showing up?

Yan Youlan was clearly wary of Mianmian now. After all, the last time she messed with her, the Su family paid dearly.

She scanned Mianmian's outfit and the bags around her—all high-end luxury goods she herself wouldn't dare splurge on, even as Su's young madam.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm, "Looks like you really know how to land a rich man. Didn't take long after dumping Su Shijie to hook Long family's heir, huh? Must be loving all this luxury, right? Bet you're thrilled to have dumped that wannabe rich guy."

Mianmian wanted to roll her eyes.

Does this woman have some kind of persecution complex?

Why does she keep pinning nonsense on me?

She'd taken enough abuse in the past. But now?

She stood tall and sneered, "If that's how you see it, fine. At least my husband is a hundred times better than Su Shijie. See all this? Limited-edition bags, dresses, shoes, phones—and his love for me? Also limited edition."

Yan Youlan's face turned white. She gritted her teeth, eyes blazing, "So you admit you're a gold-digger? I knew you were never the pure-hearted girl you pretended to be. Su Shijie was just your stepping stone. You're nothing but a materialistic fraud!"

"Say whatever you like. Only people who've truly lost everything scream the loudest—get it?"

That was what winning looked like.

Yan Youlan was utterly defeated, stomping away in fury.

It was the first time Tang Mianmian had ever come out on top in front of her. She felt amazing. "Try stepping on me again—I'll crush you next time!"

Grinning ear to ear, she returned to her seat, waiting for Ruoshui and Wanru.

Not far away, the two women had captured the whole scene on their phones.

Ruoshui was thrilled. "Can you believe we got something this juicy? Totally worth coming out today."

Wanru tucked her phone away, casting a meaningful glance at Mianmian. "I told you she wasn't simple. Now you've seen it for yourself. There's no way she's with your brother for love."

"I'm telling Grandpa as soon as we get home!" Ruoshui was giddy at the thought of having leverage.

Wanru shook her head. "Not yet. This video alone isn't enough—we need more concrete evidence."

"How do we get that?" Ruoshui asked.

Wanru's lips curled into a malicious smile. "That woman who just stormed off? She probably knows everything about Mianmian's past. Let's investigate her. Follow the thread—we'll definitely find something useful."

Ruoshui nodded eagerly. "You're so smart! I'd never have thought of that."

"You weren't bad either—getting her to buy you a 500,000-yuan bag." Wanru praised her.

Ruoshui chuckled. "Thanks to your advice. That dress I gave her cost a few thousand, and I got a bag worth fifty times more. Super worth it. And once my brother finds out how much she spent, he'll be pissed. That's our opening."

Wanru blushed coyly, "You make it sound like I'm desperate."

"I'm the desperate one," Ruoshui teased. "In my heart, you're the real sister-in-law. I only called her that earlier to play along."

"I know." Wanru hadn't said the title herself—she'd been careful to call her by name.

When they returned, Tang Mianmian asked, "Are you two done shopping?"

"Not yet. Why, are you tired?" Ruoshui asked with fake concern.

Mianmian shook her head. "No, I just need to use the restroom."

"Then go!" Ruoshui said quickly.

Mianmian thought she sounded annoyed. "I can wait if it's a bad time—"

"No worries, go ahead," Wanru cut in smoothly. "We'll wait here. Everyone needs a break sometimes."

Mianmian gave them a quick look before nodding. "Alright, I'll be right back."

"Wait, sis-in-law," Ruoshui called sweetly. "Can I play with your phone while you're gone?"

Mianmian hesitated but handed it over. "Sure."

As she walked away, Ruoshui and Wanru exchanged a glance and smirked.

Predators, ready to strike.