Su Yun was counting the expired sandwiches, rice balls and some milk in the refrigerator. The supermarket teacher was two years younger than her, forty years old, named Ji Mingyuan, and he had always taken good care of her.
"Sister Su, these will last until tomorrow morning. Take them back and feed them to the children in the evening."
There were some foods in the store that were about to expire, and Ji Mingyuan would ask Su Yun to take them back for the children. Su Yun was about to speak...
"Still so poor..."
A teasing voice came from behind her. Su Yun turned around and saw Zhong Hui, her ex-husband's current wife.
Zhong Hui was covered in jewels, jade bracelets, emerald rings, the latest Chanel suit, and a limited edition Hermès crocodile leather bag, each costing four hundred thousand.
In comparison, Su Yun looked much shabbier, wearing a cotton shirt, khaki wide-leg pants, and a burgundy plaid apron. After a busy day, her hair was a little messy.
"What's up?"
Su Yun clenched the rag in her hand and looked at Zhong Hui.
Zhong Hui glanced at the oden being cooked next to the cash register and gently covered her nose with her hand, her disgust evident in her expression.
It was as if she was born into a wealthy family, never struggled at the bottom of society, and never entered a small convenience store on the street.
She completely forgot that before she became Wen Jianmin's secretary, she lived in an old-fashioned tube-shaped building with one bedroom, one living room and the kitchen in the corridor.
Zhong Hui chuckled and said, "Su Yun, I really underestimated you. You are so old, but you are still so coquettish. How come you can only take advantage of these little things with your face? Bread and milk that are about to expire? Aren't you too picky?"
Zhong Hui looked at Su Yun with contempt and blatant eyes.
Ji Mingyuan was so angry that he said, "What nonsense are you talking about, woman?"
Zhong Hui sneered: "Isn't it? Su Yun, you are very clever. You hooked up with your boss with one hand, and persuaded your daughter to ask Jianmin for money with the other hand. You are not letting go of either side. You are very ambitious..."
Wen Qiao rushed over and grabbed a bottle of rock sugar and snow pear tea from the shelf, unscrewed the cap, and poured it directly over Zhong Hui's head.
Chanel suits and limited edition Hermès bags were all ruined by her.
Zhong Hui screamed: "Ah... my bag..."
After saying that, she held the bag in her arms. Her true nature was revealed at the critical moment. Would a real wealthy family care about a mere limited edition bag
Ji Mingyuan laughed unceremoniously, but Su Yun looked worried.
Wen Qiao finished pouring a whole bottle of rock sugar and snow pear tea and threw the empty bottle heavily on the ground.
Zhong Hui turned around and saw that it was Wen Qiao. "Are you crazy? Do you know how much this bag costs? Can you afford to pay for it if it is damaged?"
Wen Qiao lifted her hair and said, "My daughter got into trouble, so let me pay for it. Go back and cry to Wen Jianmin and ask him to buy you another one. You are crying all the time. It's just a crocodile leather bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. This will make you look not rich at all, and you don't look like a rich lady, you know?"
Zhong Hui hurriedly took out a pack of tissues from her bag and wiped the sticky drink off her face in a messy manner. Her hair was all matted together in clumps. Customers who came to buy things pointed and talked about her in a low voice.
She had never been so embarrassed.
She transferred her anger to Su Yun: "No wonder you were kicked out of the Wen family. You really contributed a lot to raising such a vulgar girl. Also, you and Jianmin have divorced, how dare you order this girl to ask for money? And she asked for a huge sum of money, two million at a time."
Su Yun was a little shocked.
(End of this chapter)