C14 Situ Yun's Difficulties

Ling Yifei, caught up in the stream of shoppers, marveled at the array of clothing stores before him. Each piece seemed appealing, and why wouldn't it? He knew he had the looks to make any outfit shine. Indulging in a bit of self-admiration, he couldn't help but feel a touch of vanity.

He wandered into one of the stores, running his fingers over the garments, scrutinizing them with nods and shakes of his head. The sales clerk remained unfazed by his indecision, not showing the slightest hint of irritation.

Ling Yifei was impressed by the customer service on the pedestrian street. He mused that if he were in a more upscale establishment, the staff would probably eye him suspiciously, judging by his attire. Comforted by the thought, he lingered in the store, enjoying the atmosphere.

He soon selected an outfit and was about to pay when a voice at the entrance interrupted him, "Susu, why on earth did you bring me here?" The tone was unmistakably annoyed.

Ling Yifei paused, recognizing the voice. It sounded so familiar, as if he'd heard it somewhere before. Curious, he turned to see who it was. To his surprise, he found himself face-to-face with Jiaang Xueer.

Jiaang Xueer, who had planned to spend her weekend relaxing at home, had been coerced by Liu Susu into a shopping expedition. Not only that, but she was also dragged to a place she deemed unworthy. Already harboring a slew of complaints, her mood soured further upon encountering Ling Yifei, whom she considered beneath her. Her expression chilled instantly.

Seeing Jiaang Xueer, Ling Yifei felt a sense of resignation. Was it too much to ask for a peaceful shopping trip without running into her? He decided to ignore her, and Jiaang Xueer reciprocated, acting as if he were invisible.

"Well, if it isn't Ling Yifei! Look, Xueer, it's your Mr. Fei," Liu Susu couldn't resist stirring the pot with a sneer.

"Susu, stop it. I don't know him," Jiaang Xueer retorted, pouting and not bothering to hide her aversion. Liu Susu giggled behind her hand, but Ling Yifei was unfazed by their mockery. He simply pulled out his wallet, ready to pay and leave the petty drama behind.

Just when one wave had settled, another arose. "What's wrong with Xueer? Why isn't she going in?" A male voice rang out again. Ling Yifei let out a cold laugh upon hearing it; he didn't need to look back to know who it was.

Who else could it be but Situ Yun, the one who pestered Jiaang Xueer daily? He strode in, glanced at Jiaang Xueer first, then followed her gaze straight to Ling Yifei, who was about to make a payment.

Situ Yun was known for holding grudges, still bitter about the last banquet incident. Spotting Ling Yifei, he paused before a mischievous smirk spread across his face. Ling Yifei had humiliated him in front of a crowd before, and Situ Yun was determined to exact his revenge.

With a sneer, Situ Yun taunted, "Well, if it isn't Ling Yifei, the esteemed Young Master." He put extra emphasis on "Young Master" as he continued, "Finally decided to change out of your perpetual attire, have you?"

"This might not be the fanciest place, but buying a new outfit must have been quite the sacrifice for you, right? Haha." Situ Yun's mockery was relentless, while Jiaang Xueer and Liu Susu stood by silently, looking as if they were there for the spectacle.

Ling Yifei shot Situ Yun a dismissive glance, chuckled coldly, and turned away, ignoring the foolish chatterbox. His nonchalant demeanor only fueled Situ Yun's rage; he felt as if Ling Yifei regarded him as nothing more than a dog.

Fuming and clenching his teeth, Situ Yun thought, 'Damn it, you want to buy clothes? I'll make sure you can't today. I'll have you humiliated in front of everyone.' Imagining Ling Yifei's embarrassment, a vile smile crept onto his face.

"I'll take this outfit!" Situ Yun declared, eyeing the sales associate with a smirk.

"Sir, I apologize, but this gentleman has already made the purchase. Could you perhaps take a look at our other selections? We have many new items in the store," the sales associate politely suggested to Situ Yun.

"I'll take this outfit. Please wrap it up for me," Situ Yun declared, his intent to embarrass Ling Yifei clear. There was no way he would consider purchasing anything else.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but we really can't accommodate your request!" the saleswoman firmly maintained her stance.

Situ Yun, having reached the end of his patience with the unyielding saleswoman, exploded, "Get lost, you wench! Who do you think you are? Summon the manager of this store to me now!" His bellow reverberated throughout the store.

The shoppers ceased their browsing and turned their gazes toward Situ Yun. He relished the attention; the more onlookers, the greater the humiliation for Ling Yifei.

"What are you standing around for? Fetch your manager," Situ Yun demanded loudly, pointing at a salesperson. The salesperson exchanged a quick glance with a colleague before hurrying off to the back.

Shortly thereafter, a middle-aged man hurried from the back of the store to Ling Yifei's side, offering an apologetic smile. It was evident that the salesperson had briefed him on the situation, and he was prepared to handle it.

The man then turned to assess Situ Yun, who was dressed impressively. He could tell at a glance that Situ Yun was a wealthy heir, a spoiled brat flaunting his father's fortune, and he silently scorned him.

"Sir, my apologies, but the gentleman here had already chosen this outfit, so rightfully, it belongs to him. Please, let's not make this difficult," the middle-aged man said in a conciliatory tone.

Situ Yun, barely concealing his irritation, addressed the middle-aged man, "So you're the person in charge here? Ha, there's nothing I want that I can't have." He glanced over at Jiaang Xueer, and seeing her smile, his confidence surged.

However, Jiaang Xueer hadn't caught any of Situ Yun's words; her amusement stemmed from witnessing Ling Yifei's impending embarrassment, not Situ Yun's bravado.

"Young master, I truly apologize, but our store has its policies. However, to make up for this, any clothes you fancy today will be on the house," the middle-aged man offered, hoping to defuse the situation without compromising the store's reputation or offending Situ Yun.

When Situ Yun heard the store manager offer him clothes, he burst into laughter and scoffed, "These tattered clothes from your store are meant to be worn? Don't even talk about giving them to me; I wouldn't dress my dog in them."

The manager's face flushed with embarrassment, and Situ Yun's remark also managed to insult the other customers browsing the racks. Clearly, he had implied they were less than dogs.

"Young man, that's a bit harsh. Having money doesn't give you the right to look down on others," interjected a man dressed in sportswear, approaching the scene. Situ Yun's comment had crossed a line, and it was bound to rub someone the wrong way.

"And who might you be? Chattering away," Situ Yun retorted, without so much as a glance at the man. Meanwhile, Jiaang Xueer gently pulled at Liu Susu's sleeve.

"Susu, let's get Situ Yun out of here quickly. He's stirred up quite the anger. Let's not escalate the situation."

"What's there to worry about, Xueer? It's all good. Just wait until Situ Yun reveals who he is—that'll show them," Liu Susu replied, unfazed by the brewing tension. Jiaang Xueer had no choice but to steel herself for whatever was to come.

Annoyance was evident on the faces of everyone in the store as they glared at Situ Yun. The man in sportswear, in particular, seemed tempted to give Situ Yun a piece of his mind with more than just words. But considering the crowd, he reluctantly abandoned the thought.