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The woman who snatched the crystal was stunningly beautiful, with heavy makeup on her face, cascading brown waves of hair, and wearing a deep purple low-cut dress that accentuated her ample bosom.
She carried a new LV handbag, adorned with Chanel jewelry on her ears and wrists. Her eyes reflected a sense of entitlement and malice, suggesting she was the type of high-class escort often found in nightclubs.
"This is what I saw first," she declared arrogantly with her striking red lips.
The sales clerk hesitated, saying, "But... these two customers already said they wanted to buy it..."
"So what? What I, Sister Juan, have set my eyes on will never be given to anyone else."
"How about I introduce you to some other items instead?" the sales clerk tried to defuse the situation.
"I don't want anything else; I only want this. Didn't that little brat just say he didn't have enough money? I have plenty of money; it's only right for me to buy it." Sister Juan said boastfully.
"But ma'am, the store's rule is first come, first served. If you really like it, I can ask the manager to restock it..."
"Stop babbling! You should find out who I am, Sister Juan! Your boss should know to cater to me! Be careful or I'll get him to fire you!"
This little commotion quickly drew attention, causing both customers and staff in the store to pause and curiously glance over.
The sales clerk felt wronged but dared not offend her, so she turned to Xia Xihe.
"I'm sorry... customers, could you please let this young lady have the vase?"
Yan Yulong remained silent, raising an eyebrow coldly while Xia Xihe looked at them helplessly. Not wanting to cause trouble, he conceded, "Alright then, I don't mind..."
The clerk sighed in relief and apologetically said, "I'm sorry; let me show you some other styles..."
Seeing Xia Xihe back down only made Sister Juan unsatisfied as she suddenly changed her mind: "Wait! I don't want this anymore; give it back."
Aside from Yan Yulong maintaining his indifferent demeanor, both Xia Xihe and the clerk were left in shock.
"But miss, you just..." the clerk began to inquire when she interrupted:
"That was then; I don't want it now."
She finished speaking and disdainfully threw the crystal vase onto the cabinet. The crystal hit the glass surface with a bang and fell to the ground.
"Ah!" The shop assistant screamed as she rushed over, picked up the crystal, and saw that it had already cracked. Holding the crystal, the assistant looked so wronged that she was about to cry.
Sister Juan coldly remarked, "You still say it's sturdy? It breaks with just a touch. What a lie."
The female shop assistant sat on the ground, sobbing, while other staff members came over to help her up.
Xia Xihe glanced at Yan Yulong, who was merely watching indifferently. Xia Xihe still couldn't bear it and ran over to the assistant.
Sister Juan snorted coldly, tossed her long hair, and cast a flirtatious glance at Yan Yulong, provocatively saying:
"Little brother, if you want to show off in front of your friends, you should consider the occasion. I, Sister Juan, can't stand you little brats who come pretending to be rich with just a few bucks from your parents."
As she passed by Yan Yulong, she patted his shoulder and said, "Since you look decent, let me teach you a little lesson. Showing off in front of friends is useless. Wait until you have the ability to attract women like me before trying to show off."
Yan Yulong's eyes showed no sign of emotion; a cold smile appeared on his lips.
After Sister Juan finished speaking, she walked away. Yan Yulong turned his head and saw her approach a middle-aged fat man with a bald head, surrounded by several burly thugs.
Sister Juan nestled against the fat man and sweetly called out, "Brother Hui."
He Hui leered as he wrapped his arm around her waist and asked, "You seem in a good mood. What good things did you buy?"
"Nothing much, just taught a few blind little brats a lesson. I'm feeling particularly good."
"Hahaha, you're something else..." They gradually walked away. Yan Yulong took out his phone and dialed—
"Hello, Old Wu? Help me check on someone..."
After giving his instructions, he put away his phone and walked over to Xia Xihe.
Xia Xihe was trying to comfort the tearful shop assistant, whose eyes were red from crying. "Let me buy it; my allowance should be enough..."
"No... no need... just let me pay for it... I can't trouble you..." the assistant sobbed.
"But I was going to buy it anyway... It’s just a little cracked; it shouldn’t matter..."
"Xihe." Yan Yulong said lightly, "Let’s go."
"But this..." Xia Xihe hesitated, holding the broken crystal vase. Yan Yulong impatiently pulled him along and casually grabbed a nearby crystal swan, walking straight to the counter.
"These two, please." Yan Yulong placed the vase and swan in front of the cashier.
"Alright, that will be three thousand twenty yuan."
The upset shop assistant looked at him with immense gratitude, and Xia Xihe was also pleasantly surprised, though he quickly remembered that he should have been the one paying for this gift.
"Um, let me pay for it..."
"Stop being so annoying." Yan Yulong squinted his eyes and said softly, "If you keep complaining, I might just take action."
"Uh..." Xia Xihe immediately fell silent. The cashier was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard. She quickly regained her professional demeanor and politely asked, "Would you like it wrapped?"
"Do you want it wrapped?" Yan Yulong asked Xia Xihe.
"Um... just wrap the swan a little..."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Yan Yulong played with the small vase and asked, "What about this one?"
"This..." Xia Xihe was at a loss.
"Forget it; I'll just take it back." Yan Yulong casually stuffed the vase into his pocket.
Xia Xihe took the swan wrapped by the shop assistant and followed Yan Yulong out of the store. He thoughtfully observed Yan Yulong's profile, while Yan Yulong's sharp gaze turned back towards him.
"Why are you staring at me like that, daydreaming?"
Xia Xihe's face flushed, and he stammered, "I’m not..."
"If you have something to say, just say it. Stop overthinking," Yan Yulong stated bluntly.
"Eh?" Xia Xihe was taken aback; how did he know that he had something to say?
"What do you mean 'eh'? Your face can't hide your thoughts at all. Just speak up," Yan Yulong seemed to see through his confusion.
Xia Xihe thought to himself, he’s so impressive, it’s like he can read minds. Gathering his courage, he asked, "Um... thank you for buying the broken vase too; you really helped that shop assistant a lot..."
Yan Yulong coldly shattered his idealistic fantasy: "What choice did I have? If I didn’t buy it, you would be too embarrassed to leave. Don’t think of me as some kind-hearted person."
"Uh... but you didn’t even argue with that rude customer just now," Xia Xihe tried to paint him in a better light.
Yan Yulong laughed coldly and said meaningfully, "You don’t need to worry about that; let that woman enjoy her little victory for a few more days."
"Ah?" Xia Xihe felt there was something terrifying behind those words, but he neither had the courage nor the ability to probe further.
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