Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Meng Xinyan didn’t know why, but she could not bear to see how blissful Yun Bixue looked. She dragged Su Lenghan along and followed after her.

She didn’t realize that jealousy had overtaken her.

After Meng Xinyan and Su Lenghan entered the same boutique as Yun Bixue, they saw how closely she was standing next to Xie Limo. The two of them seemed to be discussing some clothes.

She also discovered that Xie Limo was always attentive and his gaze was constantly on Yun Bixue.

Thinking back, every time she demanded Su Lenghan to join her on a shopping trip, she had always selected her clothes herself. He would be sitting elsewhere, watching her indifferently and blindly giving his approval. It basically felt like she was shopping alone and he was reluctant to be there.

The longer she stared, the more it burned her eyes, and the more it became an eyesore for her. Meng Xinyan’s chest started to puff up and down with displeasure.

When Xie Limo left to pay for the items, Yun Bixue noticed that Meng Xinyan and Su Lenghan had entered the same shop. She flashed a cordial smile at them and continued browsing through the shop.

Yun Bixue took notice of a dress on a mannequin, and her eyes lit up immediately. The dress was simple and comfortable, yet also elegant, long, and graceful. “Excuse me, is there an L size for this?”

Meng Xinyan suddenly marched over. “Excuse me, I think this dress is pretty. Please wrap it up for me.”

Yun Bixue was startled. Did Meng Xinyan get up on the wrong side of the bed? Why was she looking so bitter?

The sales attendant cheerfully acknowledged her and apologized sincerely to Yun Bixue, “I’m sorry, Miss. This dress has been purchased by this customer. This is a limited edition, and there is only one size.”

Yun Bixue felt that it was such a pity, but a crafty smile flashed across her eyes. Looking at Meng Xinyan, she asked, “Second Daughter of the Meng Family, do you really like this dress? Don’t you prefer those with short skirts?”

Being addressed as the second daughter of her family was exactly her weakness. She turned back and replied, “I like this style of clothing now. I think it looks great.”

Yun Bixue was inwardly having a laughing fit, and she said to Su Lenghan who was sitting on the couch, “Young Master Su, your fiancée said that she likes this dress. She should look gorgeous with this on her. You should get her to wear this for you. A lady should make herself beautiful for her sweetheart, isn’t that right?”

Su Lenghan looked at Yun Bixue’s brilliant smile, and his composure shook. It had been a long time since he had seen such a radiant smile. His heart felt stunned.

Meng Xinyan smiled in a flirtatious manner. “Don’t worry, Miss Yun. I’ll be sure to do that. Lenghan treats me so well, so I’ll naturally change in front of him when we return.”

Meng Xinyan strongly emphasized the five words ‘change in front of him’, as though pointing something out.

Yun Bixue caught on instinctively. Her heart felt somewhat uneasy, but that feeling also dispersed in an instant. Withdrawing her smile, she shook her head. She had Limo by her side now; no one else mattered to her.

When Xie Limo returned after making payment, he witnessed this scene. He approached the sales attendant and conveyed a few sentences, and she pulled out a set of data right away.

Xie Limo squinted his eyes and whipped out his phone to make a call. “Get the designer, Jean, to personally come up with the latest autumn styles for Old Madam, and then deliver them to Young Madam.”

Afterward, he spoke gently to Yun Bixue with a smile, “Xue-er, this dress looks more suitable for my mother, but since there’s someone else who likes it, I’ll get the designer to come up with a new style. It will be the same if you gift it to my mother later.”

As Meng Xinyan listened, she staggered and almost lost her balance. In a burst of anger, her blood rushed towards her head, and her face flushed.

This… The dress that she just snatched cost more than 10 billion yuan, and it was a dress for a middle-aged woman! She widened her eyes blankly and glared at the dress in her hands, almost spilling out a mouthful of blood.