Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 504: Chapter 504: Farce

Ever since Ariel entered the store, she had noticed the two approaching her. She looked at them dispassionately, indifferent to their theatrics, not even sparing them a direct glance. But now that they pointed their swords at her, Ariel finally devoted a smidgen of attention to them.

"I spotted this dress first. If you want to buy it, you’ll have to wait until I’ve decided. Shopping means adhering to shopping manners," Ariel remarked, glancing with disdain at the woman who inexplicably seemed proud of herself.

The woman, who had been lost in admiration of Ariel’s stunning beauty, finally snapped back to reality. She reluctantly tore her infatuated gaze away from Ariel, and with a pair of eyes cooler than ever, addressed the two incoming individuals, "Sorry, you two, but this lady was the first to see the dress. If you’re interested in buying, please line up and wait."

The woman was caught off guard by the store clerk’s words, and a flush of embarrassment and anger crossed her face, "I noticed the craftsmanship of this dress and it looks quite high-end, are you sure this woman can afford it? She’s probably just trying it on because it looks nice. I’ve seen many women like her who are penny-pinching; they can’t afford it but still want to try it on. You’ll only be wasting time on her. Better to get her to take it off and pass it to us sooner."

The woman assessed Ariel with a particularly critical eye, as if convinced that Ariel was a penniless pauper.

Ariel couldn’t help but chuckle at the certainty in the woman’s gaze, "Don’t you folks in China have a saying that you can’t judge a person by their appearance? Also, with my looks, I surely don’t appear to be dirt-poor, right? So I’m curious, where did you get the conclusion that I’m broke? Did you take a peek at my bank balance?" Ariel gave the woman a half-smile, casually grabbing a dark green hat from the store and placing it on her head, leisurely adjusting it in front of the mirror.

though Ariel wasn’t looking at the woman, the woman felt like Ariel was ridiculing her through the mirror, leaving her almost breathless with suffocation at

you’re standing on our Chinese soil now, not abroad. I’m Chinese, and I’m buying clothes from a store owned by my fellow people in my own country, what does that have to do with you, a foreigner? You’d better go back where you came from before you disgrace yourself here; be careful, you might end up

and elevate herself once more. She warned Ariel, "On our Chinese turf, you foreigner better recognize your position and behave, understand? We Chinese are very united,

for

Maybe because she was in a fairly good mood, Ariel’s voice was calm and even had an inexplicable tenderness that

related. Does your unity mean that goods in the store will choose you? Those are my two questions. I was wondering if you could clear these

woman, making her expression even more twisted, ruining

with a look of disdain, her comment cutting like a razor-sharp knife, piercing the woman’s heart

with

to smack Ariel’s face, hoping to swell