Even Jian Xi, who was normally good-tempered, was now showing a hint of anger.
Yet the manager, seemingly unafraid of death, whispered to Jian Xi, "Your husband really likes Miss Jiang. He swipes his black card for millions here every month. I suggest you coexist peacefully and let her have the trench coat."
Jiang Qimeng snorted. "Did you hear that? The manager said the clothes are ours now. Hand them over," she said, advancing to snatch them.
Jian Xi reacted quickly, tearing the coat to pieces.
She shot a hateful glance at the manager. "Jiang Qimeng, I don't mind exposing all the dirty deeds you've done for the public to see with their own eyes. So what if you were childhood sweethearts? A mistress is still a mistress and will never be respectable."
This remark deeply stung Jiang Qimeng.
Indeed, she couldn't afford to be publicly shamed, nor did she dare risk it; it would displease Si Yuhuan and, worse, make her grandfather despise her. She didn't dare gamble.
