Chapter 58 Do You Only Have a Head Just to Look Taller?

Nan Weiguo had expected Nan Xing to know when to stop and call him to admit her mistakes and soften her stance.

To his utter astonishment, however, Nan Xing’s counter-move completely caught him off guard.

"Look at that, this is the good daughter you've raised!" Qin Peicen scoffed bitterly. "When the old lady calls back in a moment, let's see how you plan to explain this!"

Hearing this, Nan Weiguo’s face turned as cold as frost as he cast a nervous, uneasy glance at the landline telephone.

Nan Zhen'er walked down the stairs, dressed to the nines and looking radiant. "Dad, isn't Sister being a bit too unreasonable?"

"This is the most critical juncture for our Nan family to secure a partnership with the Li Corporation. How could Sister show such blatant disregard for your dignity?"

"If Old Madam Li is displeased in the slightest, what future will our Nan family have in Beixin City? Isn't Sister deliberately pushing our Nan family into a pit of fire?"

"Who's to say otherwise? That little wretch Nan Xing is just as ungrateful as her dead mother!" Qin Peicen vented, feeling somewhat vindicated.

Nan Weiguo was inherently driven by profit and devoid of loyalty. Prompted by Nan Zhen'er's reminder, he could not help but grow anxious.

Right now, the most important task to prevent the old lady from getting suspicious was to bring Nan Xing back immediately.

Yet, judging by Nan Xing's attitude just now, did she expect him to beg her to come home?

Sensing his hesitation, Nan Zhen'er leaned over to Nan Weiguo's ear and said understandingly, "Dad, since I'm heading out anyway, why don't I go and bring Sister back?"

Nan Weiguo smiled with relief. "Zhen'er, I'll leave this matter in your hands."

"Dad, Mom, I'll be heading out now."

Nan Zhen'er waved at them, picked up her exquisite little handbag, and got into the family's chauffeured van.

Meanwhile, Nan Xing arrived at the Leno Studio. After briefly examining the materials needed to restore the tea set, she hailed a cab and headed for the Haitian Tower Shopping Center.

Her internship was starting in a few days, and Nan Xing figured she should prepare a few suitable outfits for herself.

She was about to become a working professional, after all, and couldn't dress too casually.

Just as Nan Zhen'er stepped out of her car at the Haitian Tower Shopping Center, she spotted Nan Xing getting out of a rather dilapidated-looking taxi.

Talk about the enemy crossing paths in a narrow alley.

A sarcastic smile curled the corners of Nan Zhen'er's lips as she quickly sent a message to Nan Weiguo.

[Dad, I've found Sister. Don't worry, I will definitely bring her back.]

With that, Nan Zhen'er put away her phone and hurried after her.

Nan Xing walked at a brisk pace, practically moving like the wind. Teetering in her slender high heels, Nan Zhen'er had to run and pant all the way just to intercept her at the mall's entrance.

Seeing that it was her, Nan Xing's face instantly filled with disgust.

Naturally, Nan Zhen'er despised the sight of Nan Xing as well.

Being a consummate green tea bitch, however, she smiled brightly at Nan Xing and said, "Oh, Sister, what brings you to a place like this? Could it be that you had nowhere to go yesterday and spent the night sleeping in the mall?"

"Sister, you've got some nerve. I heard that right before this mall closes at night, lots of homeless people sneak in and hide to sleep overnight."

"As a young girl, Sister, you weren't harassed by them, were you?"

Nan Zhen'er's gaze swept back and forth over Nan Xing before she suddenly let out a scoff of derision. "Ah, I almost forgot—given Sister's looks, I suppose even the homeless would reject you. Haha."

Nan Xing shot her a teasing look. "Is your head just for height?"

"Say that again!"

"Say it again? You look like a country dog with indigestion—you've eaten way too much crap!"

Dropping those words, Nan Xing strode forward.

"Nan Xing, you stop right there!"

Having suffered a loss, Nan Zhen'er had no intention of letting Nan Xing go and chased relentlessly behind her.

Passing by a high-end designer clothing store, Nan Xing planned to step inside and take a look when two people walked toward her head-on.

It was Xi Meng and Lin Hao.

What a small world.

Xi Meng's sharp eyes spotted Nan Xing immediately, and she walked over, arm-in-arm with Lin Hao.

Looking past Nan Xing, she addressed Nan Zhen'er, who was trailing behind. "Zhen'er, what a coincidence. How come you're with Nan Xing?"

Not wanting Xi Meng to know about her relationship with Nan Xing, Nan Zhen'er lied, "I came here to buy some clothes and ran into Nan Xing purely by chance."

"Oh, I thought so," Xi Meng said, casting an icy gaze at Nan Xing. "Nan Xing, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you couldn't find a proper internship and came to the mall to work as a cleaner?"

Seeing Nan Xing knit her brows in silence, Xi Meng became even more convinced of her guess.

She chuckled mockingly and said, "Didn't I give you my boyfriend's business card? If you really have nowhere to go, you can always call us. I could..."

"What? Did you think you bought this mall?"

Nan Xing side-eyed Xi Meng. "What business is it of yours whether I work or not? Am I not allowed to come here to buy clothes?"

"Heh," Xi Meng and Nan Zhen'er exchanged a glance and laughed in unison.

Even Lin Hao, standing beside them, didn't show it quite as overtly, but the disdain in his eyes was crystal clear.

In their eyes, a bumpkin like Nan Xing could never afford the clothes sold here.

The luxury fashion boutiques on the third floor of the Haitian Tower exclusively carried international designer labels, starting at five figures and going much higher.

Even if Nan Xing pawned herself off right here, she probably wouldn't be worth that much money.

Ignoring them completely, Nan Xing walked straight into the boutique.

A sales associate sized Nan Xing up from head to toe and greeted her with a chillingly cold attitude.

Yet when Nan Zhen'er—exquisitely dressed and polished—walked in, the salesperson's demeanor underwent a complete transformation, greeting her with a smiling nod and attentive service.

Witnessing the salesperson's night-and-day attitude, Nan Xing shrugged dismissively.

There was no comparison without a baseline: Nan Zhen'er and Xi Meng were treated like royalty, while Nan Xing was coldly ignored.

Nan Xing didn't care, however. She silently memorized the name tag of the rude salesperson and went off to browse for clothes she liked on her own.

Finally, when Nan Xing emerged holding a Louis Vuitton professional pantsuit, Nan Zhen'er was the first to sneer. "Nan Xing, that outfit is pretty, but did you look at the price tag?"

"This is Louis Vuitton. It's not some piece of junk you randomly order off a discount app like Pinduoduo. Can you even afford it?"

Nan Zhen'er hadn't expected Nan Xing to be so ungrateful. If she couldn't afford it, she should have just walked away, yet she insisted on playing hardball with them.

What good did that do her?

She was utterly humiliating herself!

Xi Meng laughed as well, handing a newly selected Chanel handbag to the sales associate while deliberately speaking loud enough for Nan Xing to hear. "Unlike certain people who put on airs they can't back up! Please wrap this up for me, and let me look at a few other things."

With that, Xi Meng turned back to smile at Lin Hao. "My boyfriend will take care of the bill in a bit."

Meeting Xi Meng's gaze, Lin Hao offered a strained smile. "No rush, baby. Take your time browsing, I'll pay for everything together later."

"Thank you, darling."

Seeing the young couple so affectionate and generous, the salesperson beamed warmly. "Miss, please follow me, you can also take a look over here."

With that, she ushered Xi Meng and Nan Zhen'er toward the ultra-luxury section.

After all, she earned a commission on items sold through her hands, so naturally, she treated the two of them like gods.