"Have you guys noticed the purse she is carrying? It is decorated using rubies. Imagine how much that many rubies cost."
"Oh my God! Rubies are so rare yet she is carrying a purse decorated with hundreds of them to go shopping? This kind of life is really a dream."
"How much do you think the purse costs?" one lady asked her friend.
"How would I know? But it's obvious that it's custom-made and one of a kind. Why don't you ask her how much it costs? Maybe you will get a chance to marry a wealthy husband and he might buy you one."
"You think all men are like Mr. Mo? But let me thicken my skin and ask."
"Hello Mrs. Mo, may I ask how much the purse you are carrying costs?"
"I don't know, everything in my closet is bought by my husband. So I don't know how much any of them cost." Weiwei replied.
She was not trying to flaunt Mo Shian's love for her. It was true that he bought everything in her closet, including clothes, shoes, bags, lingerie, and everything else she might need.
"Wow! I didn't expect such an accomplished and busy CEO would take the time to choose a new wardrobe for his wife. He must love her very much."
"And to think that she is so low-key and does not even put on airs. If it was me, I would be behaving like a peacock and announce to the world how much my husband dotes on me."
"That's why you are still single."
"Hahahaa….."
Xia Xinya was so dumbfounded that she could not even hear the discussion in the store. She had worked so hard to brainwash Weiwei and ensure that her marriage to Mo Shian remained a secret but the little bitch just announced it to so many people. By the end of the day, everyone in City Y will know that Weiwei was Mo Shian's wife. What was she going to do then? How was she going to marry him after their divorce?
She was still delusional in believing that she could still separate them. She was so angry that she could feel her heart, lungs, liver, spleen, and intestines hurting. If she was not a healthy young lady she would have vomited blood out of anger.
By the time she came back to her senses, Weiwei and Feng Tian were long gone. Since she didn't have the money to pay for the bag she wanted, she could only leave and move on to execute the second plan of the day.
She had to create another misunderstanding between Mo Shian and Weiwei. After leaving the store, she took out her phone and dialed a number. As soon as the other party picked up she asked with an irritated tone,
"Where are you?"
"What is it babe? Did someone annoy you?" the other party asked.
"Who else other than that slut Weiwei? She announced her marriage to Mo Shian in the Hermes store filled with upper-class people. I am sure that by the end of the day everyone in the upper-class circle will know she is Moshian's wife."
"You don't have to worry about that babe, once our plan succeeds, it will not matter whether she announces her marriage or not."
"Shen Hao, are you stupid, or are you just pretending to be stupid? If everyone knows that she is married to Mo Shian then I cannot marry him once they divorce because people will say I caused their divorce so that I can snatch my sister's husband. Then the reputation I worked so hard to build will go down the drain. No one in the upper-class circle would ever accept me. Do you understand?"
"Alright, I got it, but right now forget about her announcement and focus on the next step. We will think of a solution when the time comes."
"Okay, did you wear the shirt I sent you?"
"Of course, I am wearing it. It is a big part of today's plan. How can I not wear it?"
"Alright, let's meet in the restaurant on the third floor of the mall. I will call that little bitch to invite her, then we can continue." Xinya informed Shen Hao before disconnecting the call.
She then called Weiwei.
At this moment in a café opposite the mall, two girls were talking to each other. They had become fast friends as they realized that they share a lot of views regarding jewelry design. At first when Feng Tian realized that Weiwei was Mo Shian's wife, she felt intimidated, but after talking for a few minutes, she stopped minding so much about her status as she realized that Weiwei treated her like just a normal person.
"Do you have any ready designs?" Weiwei asked.
"Yes, but as I had mentioned, I don't have the capital to manufacture them."
"Do you mind if I take a look?"
"Of course not. Here take a look." Feng Tian said as she opened her phone gallery and presented her phone to Weiwei.
Looking at those sophisticated designs, Weiwei appreciated the fact that she had met this talent early on before someone else discovered her. But seeing how easily Feng Tian showed her her work, she understood why in her previous life she had been accused of plagiarism. She must have shown someone her work and that person copied the designs and registered them under their name as their intellectual property.
If someone does that, no matter how she explains it, no one will believe her and her integrity will become questionable. Regardless of what she designed, the crime of plagiarism will follow her and there will always be people doubting the authenticity of her designs.
"They are absolutely exquisite. You have also combined nature in almost all your designs. If someone wears your jewelry, they will have an experience of taking a walk in a quiet and tranquil forest or taking a bath in a natural river. I really like them."
"Thank you. If I could manufacture them, then I would feel very accomplished."