Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: The Evening Gown was Ripped Off Forcefully

"Who gave you permission to buy this? I already said I wanted this dress—are you deaf?" Nan Huiru’s face flushed red as she shouted aggressively at Ji Wei.

"Mrs. Nan, this dress was indeed picked out first by Miss Ji. You should—"

The shop assistant, seeing Nan Huiru go too far, tried to intervene, but Nan Huiru shoved her hard, causing her to fall to the floor. "Get out of here! This is none of your business!"

The assistant’s head hit the marble pillar by the dressing table, making her eyes red from the pain, though she dared not cry out.

Ji Wei, seeing Nan Huiru’s unreasonable behavior, raised her eyes to meet the aggressive glare and responded coolly and sharply, "Mrs. Nan, if you have anger, take it out on me. This young girl has nothing to do with this. Pushing someone like that is unbecoming of a lady from a prestigious family."

"I didn’t realize Miss Ji had any sense of compassion left. Your spoiled behavior is far worse than mine—what right do you have to lecture me?"

Ji Wei didn’t want to waste time here; Mo Qian was still waiting for her.

If she couldn’t remove the dress, she’d just wear it out to the counter.

"Mrs. Nan, the air in the fitting room is suffocating. With your condition of frequent headaches, it’s best not to stay too long."

As Ji Wei took a step forward to leave, Nan Huiru hurriedly reached out and grabbed the hem of her dress.

"Stop! You can’t leave without taking off that dress!" Nan Huiru fiercely tugged at the back of the dress, her voice harsh.

"Please let go."

briefly glanced back at her, her patience

Qian’s mother, but

forward, but Nan Huiru

A ripping sound—

The fabric tore!

had ripped off a piece

fair, delicate back was suddenly exposed

react before suddenly feeling a dark suit jacket, faintly scented with gardenias, drape

eyes and met

"Let’s go."

cold, furious expression flashed as he briefly glanced at Nan Huiru

onto Ji Wei and walked out of the dressing

that

hand clutching the torn fabric trembled

had calmed down a lot. No matter what, Gu Moqian was her son;

relationship, but after today’s commotion, his attitude toward her had grown even colder. He couldn’t even spare her

"Mo Qian!"