Chapter 472: No Comparison
"I’m sorry, I don’t recognize that name," Qin Xiangnuan seemed indifferent, "My name is quite common. There are many people with the same name. Sister Tang, weren’t you here to look at clothes? We recently got some new arrivals that would suit you well. Would you like to try them on first?"
Sister Tang was absolutely thrilled by being called ’sister,’ considering she could be Qin Xiangnuan’s mother. Calling her ’sister’ really lifted her spirits, and it made her forget her previous annoyance. She focused on trying on clothes. It’s undeniable that Qin Xiangnuan has a great eye for fashion, able to match clothes perfectly according to one’s temperament, figure, and skin tone. Mrs. Song constantly admired herself in the mirror, extremely pleased with her appearance.
Regular customers get a 20% discount. The prices are high, but it’s still much cheaper than the regular price.
And since the clothes suited her so well, she was eager to pay.
She dressed beautifully and went back home. Upon seeing her, Qin Xiangmei couldn’t help but purse her lips. At her age, dressing so flamboyantly, who was she trying to impress? She herself would hesitate to buy clothes that cost hundreds, whereas this old woman dressed like this every day, which was infuriating.
Mrs. Song scoffed, intentionally dressing so beautifully, "So what? Qin Xiangmei, Qin Xiangnuan, such similar names, yet look at her, managing such a big clothing store, and you, without even a job. Though our Song Family isn’t short of that bit of money, idling around all day is truly laughable."
Upon hearing Qin Xiangnuan’s name, Qin Xiangmei felt a surge of anger, her facial features contorting. Qin Xiangnuan, always Qin Xiangnuan, why must she persist like a haunting spirit? In her life, nothing annoyed her more than the name Qin Xiangnuan.
She was so angry that she felt her insides burning. She immediately slammed the door in Mrs. Song’s face, which left Mrs. Song’s face flushed and red as a liver.
When Mr. Song came home, he saw Mrs. Song sitting on the sofa, angrily clenching her teeth and gripping the TV remote control so tightly she seemed like she might crush it.
"What happened?" Mr. Song got goosebumps seeing how hard she was gripping.