112: President, this is…

a women’s clothing store, right?

112: President, this is…

a women’s clothing store, right?

The clerk was stunned for two seconds, and then his jaw nearly dropped!

Xia Ye was clearly messing with him, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

Moreover, Xia Ye was his last customer before the lunch break, so there was no concern about delaying other customers.

The other customers were lined up at other windows, occasionally glancing over at them.

“Wow, that little sister is so rich!”

The manager, who had come out of the back office only after receiving a withdrawal request for eight million, didn’t know what had transpired in the front.

With a forehead full of question marks and unable to hold back, he asked Xia Ye rather quietly, “Miss Xia, why would you want to…”

Xia Ye just shrugged her shoulders and tilted her chin towards the clerk as if to say she was innocent, “Because he said, I couldn’t withdraw just a hundred, so I had no choice but to do this.”

The manager immediately turned his gaze to the clerk inside, first apologized to Xia Ye, and then hurriedly went behind the counter for a stern lecture and education for the clerk.

Xia Ye was not one to rejoice in others’ misfortunes and calmly collected her “small treasury,” pocketing the hundred and leaving the bank.

Dong Mao, who had just accompanied his master out of the club after finishing a business meeting and happened to drive by the bank, twitched his sensitive nose instinctively on high alert.

He smelled a fox.

It wasn’t literally the smell of a fox but rather a kind of radar flowing in the blood of all living things, devised for avoiding natural predators.

On high alert, he slowed down the car and took a look down the street, following his instincts, and sure enough, he saw Xia Ye’s figure walking out through the automatic doors of the bank.

Dong Mao shivered, “Master, I think it’s Miss Xia Ye!”

In the back seat, Jiang Xuan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes upon hearing this and slowly lowered the car window, looking in the direction Dong Mao indicated.

Watching Xia Ye walk up to a street food stall in an alley, Jiang Xuan told Dong Mao to park the car.

This morning, he had initially scheduled to meet with just one client, signing all the contracts within an hour.

But he felt like waiting for something, so he ended up seeing another client, at the same club on a whim.

Having discussed deals with two clients in one morning, Dong Mao was amazed; regardless of the position, his master was always so decisive and efficient.

Now, seeing Xia Ye, Jiang Xuan understood.

He had been waiting for that little one.

As soon as Xia Ye sat down at the stall, she immediately ordered 10 skewers of chicken gizzards and two skewers of chicken feet.

Dong Mao clasped his stomach, feeling both his hand and his stomach ache!

The friendly old man found the change, smiling as he helped her cook the skewers.

The pre-marinated spicy chicken gizzards and feet changed color once cooked, and eating them with the soulful sauce was especially exhilarating.

The old man placed the cooked skewers on a plate covered with a disposable plastic bag, sprinkled sauce over them, and handed them to Xia Ye.

Xia Ye sat on a small stool, holding the plate and eating, truly adapting to local customs.

Dong Mao watched with tears streaming down, heart-rendingly, only to hear the sound of the master opening the car door from behind him.

“Master, don’t go, that stall doesn’t look legitimate, it’s unhygienic, you can’t eat there.”

He was concerned for his master on one hand, but on the other, he didn’t want to lose any more disciples.

Jiang Xuan clearly didn’t mind, but as he was just about to step out of the car, the city enforcement car drifted stylishly to a stop at the mouth of the alley.

Seeing the city enforcement appear, the old man who had been calm and at peace moments ago had his eyes light up.

He quickly packed his things up and, in a dash, hopped onto the tricycle of the food stall.

Within ten seconds, what had been a respectable-looking food cart had vanished without a trace.

In the distance, only the sight of the old man, now too far to see clearly, valiantly racing away remained!

Now in the alley, only Xia Ye, the stool she was sitting on, and the spicy hot plate in her hands were left.

Xia Ye felt a gust of wind pass before her eyes and then the old man and his food stall were gone: …

“He must be a hidden expert from another world…”

City management officers were left clutching at thin air, squinting at Xia Ye and the only remaining piece of evidence in her hand.

Xia Ye met their somewhat stern gazes and quickly stuffed the remaining skewers into her little mouth.

City management officer: “……”

But Xia Ye’s appearance was so ethereal and charming that the city management officer didn’t know what to say.

After awkwardly hesitating for quite a while, he looked at her with a sense of helplessness, “In the future, don’t eat from these roadside stalls, okay?

It’s unhygienic, you know?”

Swallowing the delicious food in her mouth, Xia Ye responded promptly, “I will definitely comply.”

Jiang Xuan, a witness to all of this, paused and couldn’t help but laugh.

Five thousand years old, and still acting the same as when you were a child?

Mischievous as all get out.

Xia Ye placed her plate on the stool and headed toward Paris.

Having missed the perfect chance for a casual encounter, Jiang Xuan settled back in his car.

Dong Mao restarted the car: “Master, shall we…

go back?”

“Follow her,” Jiang Xuan said in a bland voice.

He didn’t specify whom they were to follow, but Dong Mao understood instantly, “Oh…

At your command…”

And so, Dong Mao drove with difficulty, worried about being noticed if too close, and about losing them if too far back, all while under the burning gaze of his master behind him, his forehead covered in sweat as he managed to drive a luxury car at a snail’s pace.

“Look, that car’s been following that girl the whole time!”

“Could it be a young master from some family wanting to court the young lady?”

“Geez, tailing is the same, but look at the other guy’s ride.

Why don’t I ever encounter such things?”

Pedestrians passing by all turned to look at the conspicuous car, the only one unaware being Xia Ye, who was walking ahead.

Xu He’s fashion store was not far off.

On the first floor of the Xinguang Central Mall, in the most conspicuous location, there was a large luxury boutique.

In the display window, the clothes on the mannequins were high-quality and uniquely tailored, illuminated from below to cast a shadow, giving an impression similar to that of a Paris Fashion Week live scene.

This store was very famous in the Xinguang Business District, from its location to its décor, everything was the most expensive and nothing was skimped on.

The surrounding shops were all envious, and everyone speculated about who owned the store.

Every day the store was staffed by clerks, and it appeared the owner never visited.

At the entrance, Xia Ye ran into Xu He, who had gone to a dessert shop to buy sweets for her.

At the sight of Xia Ye, Xu He’s eyes turned into happy crescents: “You, sleeping until now.

Mom bought some pastries for you specially.

Come on in and try on the beautiful clothes mom ordered for you.”

Xia Ye accepted the box of pastries and Xu He’s hand pulled her into the clothing store.

As her figure entered the store, Jiang Xuan also stepped out of his car.

He adjusted his suit, his stature commanding, and began walking towards the shop.

An encounter in a clothing store—quite reasonable and not out of place.

Very good.

Behind him, Dong Mao stuck his head out of the driver’s seat: “Master, are you also going in?”

Jiang Xuan was composed and unruffled: “Yeah, to get some clothes made.”

“But…” Dong Mao lifted his head to glance at the sign.

Before he could finish his thought, the master had already entered.

What he wanted to say was: This is…

a women’s clothing store, right?!