Mrs. Xia and Gu Fenyi didn’t have a friendship—just shared shopping sprees. The original Gu Fenyi had desperately clung to this connection.
Mrs. Xia was loud, stylish, and held her husband’s wallet like a hostage negotiator. Shop assistants adored her. Brands spoiled her.
She raised an eyebrow. “No makeup today?”
Gu Fenyi replied, “Too lazy.”
Mrs. Xia looked horrified.
No wonder Ye Wen never liked her—no fashion sense, no effort. Though, weirdly... she looked better like this. Prettier. Healthier.
“Did you see the news?” Mrs. Xia whispered, eyes gleaming.
“What news?”
“You don’t know?” Mrs. Xia’s voice dropped to a fake-sympathetic tone. “Rumor says Lu Meng is pregnant... with Mr. Ye’s child.”
Gu Fenyi: “Fake.”
Mrs. Xia scoffed inwardly. Sure it is.
“Weren’t we going to Gucci?” Gu Fenyi asked flatly.
Mrs. Xia let herself be redirected.
But as the receipts piled up, her jaw slackened.
Tens of thousands... hundreds of thousands... in mere minutes.