Volume One, Chapter Four: Ning Yuelan’s Dowry

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“Trying on wedding dresses...”

As Fang Mo stepped into the bridal shop, an uncontrollable twitch flickered at the corner of his mouth. The décor was extravagantly luxurious. Of course, the mall didn’t just sell wedding gowns; it also housed counters for men’s and women’s fashion and tailored suits.

Ning Yuelan led Fang Mo to the suit section, smiling brightly.

“Pick out a few outfits you like here. I’ll come over later to help decide which suits my brother best. Since you’re my husband now, here’s this card—consider it my dowry. Swipe it as much as you want!”

Uh...

Fang Mo’s face flushed deeply.

Why do I feel like I’m being spoiled by a domineering female CEO?

“No, no, no!”

Fang Mo quickly pushed the card back, holding onto his principles and clarity. “I can’t accept your money, Sister Yuelan. Thank you, but I earn my own living, and my allowance is enough. I really can’t take your money!”

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan stared blankly at Fang Mo until he began to feel uneasy. Then she burst into a radiant smile.

“Fool, what exactly is our relationship now?”

Siblings?

No...

“Spouses.”

Fang Mo’s mouth twitched.

“Exactly. Why keep such boundaries between husband and wife? You’re my husband; spending my money is only natural. Besides, maybe one day I’ll go bankrupt and need you to support me. Just keep this money; spend it on daily life or save it, it doesn’t matter.”

Ning Yuelan’s red lips curved into an irresistibly captivating smile.

“Anyway, my dowry is yours now.”

With that, Ning Yuelan turned gracefully and walked off in another direction, seemingly truly going to try on wedding dresses. Fang Mo stood there holding a black card, feeling lost. Fortunately, two receptionists from the suit section approached.

“Sir, Miss Ning asked us to help you select suits for your wedding. Do you see any styles you fancy?”

Miss Ning gave you instructions?

When did Ning Yuelan talk to you two?

Could it be some kind of silent understanding?

What Fang Mo didn’t know was, when Ning Yuelan first opened this fashion mall, she instructed every staff member: if one day she brought a man here to try on clothes, it meant she was about to marry him!

Otherwise, the vast Ning family wouldn’t bother with the modest earnings from clothing sales.

At that moment, Fang Mo noticed the Ning family emblem everywhere in the mall. As the top aristocratic family of Jiang City, the Nings naturally had their own symbol.

An artistically stylized “N.”

His mouth twitched. “No wonder she told me to pick whatever I want. Turns out this is Ning family property. Sister Yuelan really is impressive—already has the vibe of a domineering CEO…”

Fang Mo casually walked around the suit store a couple of times. With the two saleswomen’s introductions, he ended up with seven or eight outfits in hand—styles he liked and planned to try on one by one.

“Fang Mo, what are you doing here?”

Suddenly, a confused exclamation came from nearby.

Fang Mo looked over and frowned.

A man and woman arm-in-arm entered the suit shop.

His ex-girlfriend Lin Xihan and her scoundrel, Lu Chen.

They were only exposed yesterday, yet today they dared to stroll hand in hand. Truly a matching pair.

“Well, if it isn’t Junior Fang! Fancy meeting you here,” Lu Chen said, clutching Lin Xihan possessively, winking at Fang Mo like staking a claim.

Seeing this despicable couple, Fang Mo just wanted to leave quickly.

Lin Xihan, Lu Chen, and Fang Mo had all been university classmates.

Back then, Lin Xihan, involved in the student council, was always cozying up to Lu Chen. Fang Mo warned her multiple times, but Lin Xihan brushed it off as mere classmates’ relations, claiming Lu Chen, the student council president, valued her highly, hence he kept her close.

After graduation, the woman actually followed Lu Chen into his family company, becoming his subordinate, and they were inseparable daily.

Yesterday, Fang Mo had caught them kissing in a café.

“Since you saw it, I have nothing to say. Fang Mo, let’s break up.”

That’s why Fang Mo drowned his sorrow in a bar last night.

Unexpectedly, fate was cruel; today, while accompanying Sister Yuelan to try on wedding dresses, he ran into them again!

Fang Mo frowned.

“Should’ve checked the almanac before going out; today’s just unlucky!”

“What did you say?”

Lin Xihan’s expression instantly darkened.

“Lu Chen, he insulted me!”

“Fang Mo, you can’t blame Xihan if you can’t keep her. Everyone has the right to seek a better life. Besides, she’ll only be truly happy with me. Look at yourself—half a year since graduation and not even a proper job.”

Lu Chen grinned, his already unattractive face even more repulsive.

“These clothes here? Just trying them on could cost you half your life. Let me remind you: men without money shouldn’t play in the big leagues. Xihan isn’t a woman you can control.”

While saying this, Lu Chen made a clawing gesture.

Lin Xihan shivered with delight.

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“Oh, you’re so bad!”

Oh!

Whether I buy these clothes or not is none of your business!

Are you some kind of matchmaker?

Mind your own affairs.

“Well, I wish you happiness.”

Fang Mo sneered and resumed picking clothes from the rack.

Lin Xihan, seeing Fang Mo’s indifferent expression, was furious.

She used to be the department’s belle, after all. Though she initiated the breakup, why did Fang Mo show no sign of regret? Shouldn’t he be heartbroken, begging her to stay, only to be kicked away like a dog?

His coldness made her feel deeply unsettled. Even Lu Chen, a scion from a prestigious family, had spent uncountable sums to win her over.

Why did Fang Mo seem so indifferent less than 24 hours after the breakup?

Lin Xihan pouted and blocked Fang Mo’s path.

“You should never come to such high-end places again. I, Lin Xihan, can marry into a wealthy family, but you, Fang Mo, won’t have any rich woman willing to keep you. Men should keep their feet on the ground, or you’ll never afford clothes here in your life.”

“Since we once knew each other, I’ll remind you: that outfit you’re holding costs over eighty thousand yuan. If you accidentally damage it, don’t expect us to kindly compensate you.”

Fang Mo frowned.

“I’m here to buy clothes today.”

“Buy clothes?”

Lin Xihan laughed hysterically as if hearing the biggest joke.

“Didn’t you hear what Lu Chen said? Any single outfit here could cost you half your life. Are you planning to donate both kidneys or what?”

Fang Mo paused. The two saleswomen glanced at Lin Xihan and Lu Chen as if they were idiots, and the couple had no idea.

After all, Fang Mo was Ning Yuelan’s husband!

Forget a few outfits, the entire mall belonged to their family. What nonsense were these two talking about?

Eventually, one of the saleswomen couldn’t hold back and said to Lin Xihan:

“Mr. Fang is here to try on wedding suits. If you two aren’t buying anything, could you please not disturb our customers? If you continue this, I’ll have to call security.”

“Customers? Fang Mo can’t even pull out ten thousand yuan from his pocket, what kind of customer is he?”

Lin Xihan sneered mercilessly.

“My boyfriend, Lu Chen, is a supreme black card VIP here. You’d better watch your words or risk losing your job.”

“You…”

The saleswoman didn’t expect Lin Xihan to be so unreasonable.

“Security, someone is harassing my husband. Just escort them out!”

At that moment, a cold voice suddenly came from nearby.

Fang Mo’s eyes brightened as Ning Yuelan approached, now dressed in a pristine white wedding gown, simple yet exquisite, radiating a glamorous and elegant aura.

Just one glance told you it was expensive.

Paired with Ning Yuelan’s exquisitely beautiful face, she was the dream girl of every man.

Fang Mo felt instantly ashamed.

“So beautiful!”

The next moment, Ning Yuelan coquettishly came to Fang Mo’s side and gently blew on his face.

“Brother, do you like this one?”

Shivers ran down Fang Mo’s spine; her delicate voice left him tongue-tied.

“Y-yes, it looks great.”

“Fang Mo is your husband?”

Just then, Lu Chen called out in surprise, interrupting them.

Seeing Ning Yuelan, he felt a fleeting sense of familiarity.

“Husband? Wife?”

Lin Xihan curled her lips disdainfully and sneered.

“You’re Fang Mo’s wife? That was fast. We just broke up twenty-some hours ago, and you’ve already found a replacement. No wonder you weren’t upset!”

“But miss, I have to say, your taste is questionable.”

“Fang Mo, a man nobody wants, and you actually like him? Picking up a worn-out shoe without knowing to choose a better one. What do you see in him?”

Upon hearing this, Ning Yuelan’s delicate face flickered with a hint of ice.

The next instant, a loud slap echoed through the suit shop.

Smack—

Ning Yuelan appeared before Lin Xihan.

“One more word out of line, and I’ll have you stripped and thrown out.”

Lin Xihan was stunned by the sudden slap.

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Seeing Ning Yuelan, even Lin Xihan, a woman herself, felt a pang of envy.

Too beautiful, this woman was simply stunning...

How could such a peerless beauty ever look at Fang Mo?

After a breakup, most want to see the other party worse off, to justify their decision.

But Ning Yuelan’s mere presence crushed Lin Xihan’s aura.

No one expected Ning Yuelan to actually slap Lin Xihan.

“Ah!”

Lin Xihan’s sharp scream filled the suit shop.

“Bitch, how dare you hit me?”

Lin Xihan never imagined that mocking Fang Mo would enrage Ning Yuelan so fiercely.

“Lu Chen, someone hit me. Aren’t you going to do anything? You little bitch, my husband is the office director of De Mao Overseas Company and a black card VIP here! If you hit me, you’re finished!”

“Lu Chen, what are you waiting for? Defend me!”

Smack—

Before Lu Chen could respond, Lin Xihan took another slap.

Ning Yuelan sneered.

“Stop calling me ‘brother’ in front of me, you filthy bitch. Don’t pretend to be innocent.”

“I’m here to deal with trash like you who can’t keep your mouth shut.”

Hearing this, Fang Mo’s face reddened.

‘Trash who can’t keep their mouth shut’—she was obviously referring to Lin Xihan’s infidelity.

But how did Sister Yuelan know about that?

Before Lu Chen could say a word, a group of security guards swiftly surrounded them.

Lin Xihan, unused to such a scene, was startled, eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

What was going on?

The burly security captain stepped forward.

“Miss Ning, who is causing trouble here?”

Ning Yuelan replied calmly,

“My husband and I are here selecting clothes. This foolish woman keeps harassing him. Take them to the police station for disturbing public order and detain them for forty-eight hours.”

“Understood!”

Hearing that, the guards closed in on Lu Chen and Lin Xihan.

For real!?

Lin Xihan’s face paled. She shouted fiercely, “Don’t touch me! My boyfriend is also a VIP here. Who do you think you are? Have you considered the consequences? The losses to the mall?”

“Lu Chen, show them your VIP card!”

Lu Chen, flustered, pulled out a card to hand to the guards.

“I am indeed a super VIP here. Even if this lady is like me, she has no right to expel me...”

Snap—

Before he finished, Ning Yuelan snatched the card and crushed it.

“From now on, you’re no longer VIPs.”

No longer VIPs!?

Seeing this, Lin Xihan was furious.

“What right do you have? What qualification? Who do you think you are? Just because you’re pretty, you can do whatever you want? I’ll sue you! I’ll report you! I’ll make the mall owner blacklist you...”

That black card was supreme VIP status, only granted after spending over a million yuan in the mall.

It was a symbol of status. Lin Xihan had wanted to flaunt it on social media but never got the chance.

Hearing this, Ning Yuelan linked arms with Fang Mo, laughing brightly.

“Sue me? Report me? Get the mall owner to blacklist me?”

“Listen carefully: I am Fang Mo’s wife. My name is Ning Yuelan. Now, please get out. Security, take them away!”

What!?

She is Ning Yuelan?

The heiress of Jiang City’s premier aristocratic family?

At that moment, Lu Chen and Lin Xihan were thunderstruck, faces full of shock.