Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 199 Fake Gold: She's Spoiled and Overbearing 2

The next morning, the family sat together for breakfast.

The real heiress, that thin girl, sat cautiously in the corner, not uttering a sound, while Qingmo sat openly in her own seat, eating by herself.

Wen Jianxiong looked at Qingmo, then at Zhen Qianjin, frowned and said, "Zihan, now that you've entered this family, you should dress yourself up nicely. Today, let your mother and sister take you to buy some clothes."

Wen Zihan nodded quickly, a hint of barely perceptible joy in her eyes.

Chen Yu took a sip of milk, wanting to say something, but after glancing at her husband's expression, she ultimately kept quiet.

She originally wanted to tell Zihan to go by herself, since she and Qingqing didn't have time to accompany her, but she was afraid her husband would get angry, so she decided not to say anything.

After all, that wild girl might not have good taste and make good purchases, which would only embarrass her family. Besides, she hasn't gone shopping with Qingqing in a long time, so she'll buy her some more later.

After breakfast, the three of them set off for the mall.

Along the way, Chen Yu chatted and laughed with Qingmo, completely ignoring Wen Zihan.

After entering the mall, Qingmo casually picked out clothes, while Chen Yu kept praising them, and Wen Zihan just followed silently behind, occasionally a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.

Qingmo took a fancy to a limited edition white evening gown. Just as the shop assistant was about to take it down for her to try on, Wen Zihan whispered, "I like this dress too, sister, can I try it on first?"

Chen Yu frowned, about to reprimand her, but Qingmo smiled and said, "Of course you can. Since you like it, why don't you go in and try it out first?"

Wen Zihan walked into the fitting room with the dress in her hand, feeling smug. Chen Yu said disapprovingly, "Qingbao, why do you care about her? If you like it, it's yours. Does she even deserve to compete with you?"

Qingmo: "Mom, my sister is also your daughter, why do you seem to dislike her?"

Chen Yu rolled her eyes dismissively: "Hmph, if it weren't for her coming to ruin our family, we would still be fine. Qingbao, you are the precious baby that your mother has carefully raised. No one can compare to you. Biological child? I don't lack biological children. Blood ties are not as important as you."

Ha, if Qingmo were the real heiress, she would have destroyed all the Wen family graves. She doesn't care about her own daughter but dotes on the imposter. She must be out of her mind.

But she's a fake, so naturally she'll do whatever she wants, pamper me, pamper me, just pamper me, if you don't pamper me you'll still chop my head off.

As they were talking, Wen Zihan came out after changing her clothes. However, the dress looked a bit out of place on her. She was thin and half a head shorter than Qingmo. How could the clothes that Qingmo liked possibly suit her? It was just a poor imitation.

Chen Yu couldn't help but laugh out loud, mocking, "With your small frame, you can't possibly fill out this dress. Don't force yourself. It's a complete waste. Look at how you look in it, an ugly duckling. Hurry up and take it off for Qingqing."

Wen Zihan's face turned bright red. She stood there with her head down, clutching her skirt with both hands, looking somewhat lost.

Qingmo stepped forward, looked Wen Zihan up and down, and then said gently, "Mom, I don't want clothes that other people have worn. Since your sister likes them, you can give them to her."

Qingmo gently stroked Wen Zihan's hair, as if to comfort her. Wen Zihan looked up at Qingmo, her eyes filled with gratitude: "Sister, thank you for not embarrassing me, I..."

"Tear..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Zihan felt a chill and screamed, clutching her chest. It turned out that Qingmo had taken action and ripped her clothes off her body, tearing them to shreds.

She was completely exposed except for her underwear, and people around her cast strange glances at her. The shop assistant was also frightened, but since they were all wealthy people, she wasn't worried about them not paying her off; she was just happy to watch the show.

Wen Zihan was both ashamed and angry, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked at Qingmo and said, "Sister, why are you like this? Is it because I wore this dress that you're unhappy? Just say it! I won't take it from you. Why are you like this? Waaah..."

"Yes, what's mine can't be taken away by anyone. What can be taken is just trash I don't want."

Wen Zihan: "I can take it off and give it to you. I'm not trying to take it from you."

"It's dirty."

A casual remark almost broke Wen Zihan's composure in an instant: dirty? Was what she wore dirty? Was Wen Ziqing humiliating her?

Before Wen Zihan could say anything more, Chen Yu interrupted, "You shameless thing, what are you still saying here? Hurry up and change your clothes, aren't you embarrassed enough already?"

Wen Zihan bit her lip, forcing back her tears as she rushed into the fitting room, while Qingmo still had a faint smile on her face, as if nothing had happened.

After paying the bill, Chen Yu led Qingmo to another store, saying, "Qingbao, let's ignore that unreasonable girl. Her dirty dress really doesn't suit you. Mom will pick out a prettier dress for you."

"Mom, you're so good to me."

Qingmo linked arms with Chen Yu, resting her head on her shoulder. The two looked very close, like a mother and daughter with a very good relationship.

After they had walked a distance, Qingmo glanced back in the direction of the shop, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

Wen Zihan had just finished changing her clothes and was standing at the door. Seeing that they hadn't waited for her at all, she became even more annoyed.

She understood that Qingmo was doing this not only to humiliate her, but also as a warning. She wanted Qingmo to know that in this family, she shouldn't expect to get anything that Qingmo didn't want to give.

Her fists clenched, she secretly vowed that she would repay the humiliation she had suffered today tenfold sooner or later, and once the seed of hatred was planted, it would inevitably take root and sprout.