Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
Ji Anning went into a daze.
From the other end came Lin Yanqin smirks, “Over $90,000? Yang Yufang, you sure are generous with your future daughter-in-law’s allowance.”
Yang Yufang got peeved. She swung around, attempting to argue with Lin Yanqin. In time, her future daughter-in-law would become the lady of the Ji household. So what if she had a $90,000 allowance?
At the sight of this, Ji Anning spoke out first, “No. It’s a fake. Got it for $1000.”
Upon hearing, Ji Ruoqian smiled contemptuously and said, “Ha. I just knew you couldn’t afford such a high-end dress on your own.”
Her words were marked by scorn. With a look of disdain, she eyed Ji Anning up and down.
Like she had laid eyes on a beggar.
Immediately, Ji Xiangting heatedly slammed the table and glowered at Ji Anning. She questioned her, “Ji Anning, are you trying to embarrass the Jis by going out in a fake?”
Ji Anning, “…”
She was deemed excessive if it was an original or humiliation if it was a counterfeit.
Twitching her lips, she simply lowered her head without making a peep. If this family got a kick out of crowding her out, then so be it. They have been at it since she was a kid, so she had long gotten accustomed to their snide remarks
Yang Yufang was exasperated, but Old Master Ji was present. When matters intensified to a certain level, he was bound to intervene. Now, any impulsive action on her part served only to be counterproductive.
She turned to look at Old Master Ji. He was silently sipping his milk without so much as casting an eye their way.
“Ji Anning, if you can afford to wear a dress like that, then do it. If you can’t, then stop pretending. Wearing a forgery not only disgraces Jingfeng, but it also dishonors the entire Ji household.”
The sisters, Ji Xiangting and Ji Ruoqian, went on jeering Ji Anning repeatedly. Each sentence grew harsher as they went on.
It was unbearable.
Yang Yufang was livid. Seeing that Old Master Ji was unmoved, she could no longer withstand it. Gnashing her teeth, she glared at the sisters. As she was preparing to speak, a man interrupted her in a lazy tone.
“A grown-up from the Ji family, who doesn’t even have a credit card with a $10,000 limit, is an embarrassment.”
The one who spoke was none other than Ji Chicheng, who was sitting beside Old Master Ji.
After finishing his last sip of milk, he set the cup down. He looked languidly at Ji Anning, with lips subtly curving into an imperceptible smile.
“…”
Outwardly, it bore the semblance of mocking Ji Anning, but upon scrutiny, it seemed more likely that his sarcasm was directed at Lin Yanqin and her daughters.
Grown-ups aside, a person like Ji Ruoqian alone was able to draw a fixed monthly allowance of
$50,000.
With status like Ji Anning’s, purchasing a $90,000 dress ought to be a prosaic affair. In contrast, having no means to pay for it made the Jis seem uncharitable.
“Ahem.”
The second Ji Chicheng opened his mouth, Old Master Ji went silent. He coughed to calm the atmosphere down.
One after another, all eyes turned to the old man. Then he swung around to look at Yang Yufang and firmly said, “Yufang, Anning is in uni now. To a certain degree, she can allocate her finances as she wishes.”