From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Ming Jing shook her head and smiled.

Next, Ming Jing finally saw how extravagant women’s spending power could be. Today was Double Eleven, a shopping festival created by major merchants, who were using all kinds of tricks to empty women’s wallets. It happened to be Saturday, and everywhere was full of promotional advertisements, with crowds thronging the shops.

The shopping mall was huge, with supermarkets and food streets in the basement, jewelry on the first floor, cosmetics on the second floor, shoes and bags on the third floor, and clothing on the fourth floor and above. Various luxury brands were dazzling. From the eighth to the fourteenth floor were various specialty restaurants, and the fifteenth floor was a gym.

Mao Nana took Ming Jing and started sweeping through the mall one floor at a time. Ming Jing became Nana’s bag carrier, with both left and right hands full of bags, and more bags being added.

In general, as long as Mao Nana liked something, she didn’t care about the price and would just have the salesperson pack it up.

“This dress is nice.” Mao Nana was attracted to an evening gown in the window as she passed by a store.

Without any hesitation, Mao Nana went in.

Ming Jing looked up at the sign: Cala Moon Xi Yue Er.

This was a brand founded by Dai Xi, which had already entered the luxury market, developed offline stores, and done well in marketing. It targeted high-end customers, including celebrities, socialites, and white-collar workers.

Mao Nana pointed to the window-displayed gown and asked to try it on.

The saleswoman was a bit hesitant.

“Sorry, but I saw the dress first,” a sweet voice chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Nana’s radar was instinctively set off.

She glared at the woman sitting cross-legged in the lounge chair, sipping coffee, almost grinding her teeth: “Qin Qiuxi.”

The saleswoman felt a chill down her spine. So the two women knew each other.

Qin Qiuxi laughed, “Look at how angry you are! Where did you get your nose done? The doctor’s skills were lacking. Oh well, at least it didn’t ruin that pretty face of yours.”

Her words were laced with sarcasm, but her voice was sweet and her face was youthful. Her smile revealed a cunning, yet innocent expression, which was very deceptive.

These words hit a sore spot for Mao Nana. She wanted to lash out, but Ming Jing gently patted her shoulder, her ethereal voice as soft as a spring breeze. “Nana, don’t be impulsive.”

Mao Nana regained her reason as she clenched her fists. “Qin Qiuxi, you slut! How many green hats have you given your husband, huh? Are you immortal or something? Get lost!”

Mao Nana had a bad temper, but she could usually control it and would be reasonable. However, one person could make her lose all reason, and that was the woman in front of her – Qin Qiuxi.

There was a lot of history between these two women, which began when they were young and living in the same compound. They would always compete and rarely got along. In high school, the two fell for the same guy, and after a big fight, they had a falling out. Since then, they had become sworn enemies.

Many years had passed since, and Nana had long moved on from her past crush, but her hatred for Qiuxi remained.

Qin Qiuxi laughed and said, “But my husband doesn’t mind. Now, some people in their thirties are still single, and all they do is chase around Bo Yujiang. Everyone knows what you’re up to.”

The saleswoman handed over the dress to Qiuxi, who said, smiling, “No need to try it on. I have a supermodel figure; anything looks good on me. Package it up and send it to Huating New Residence.”

Qiuxi ran her fingers through her wavy hair and said coyly, “I’ll wear this gown to Bo Yuxun’s banquet in a few days. I wonder if he’ll remember me, his ex-girlfriend, after all these years.”

Mao Nana snapped, “Shameless! You’re a married woman yet flaunt yourself all day. Ex-girlfriend? Wasn’t that just your own title? He never liked you.”

Qiuxi played with the rhinestones on her nails and smiled sweetly, “Whether he liked me or not, I know. But he never liked you, and you should know that too. Remember when you confessed and made a fool of yourself in front of the whole school? It’s been 20 years. Poor thing.”