The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her Chapter 112: I Have a Gold Card

Chapter 112: I Have a Gold Card
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After choosing this pen, He Jing looked at the price. It was a little over 10,000 yuan. She was not in a hurry to pay the bill. She looked up and asked the lady if there was a discount.
The lady smiled at Yan Hanxi and said, “Miss, if you really want it, we can give you a 20% discount.”
He Jing glanced at Yan Hanxi and said, “Forget it, wrap it up for me.”
At this moment, a soft and weak female voice sounded from the side. “Hang on. I want this pen.”
He Jing, who had been interrupted, turned around and saw that it was Cheng Yi. Zhou Xue’er was standing beside her.
Zhou Xue’er stared at He Jing with an extremely smug gaze as if she was looking forward to seeing how things would develop.
Zhou Xue’er had been shopping to her heart’s content to rid herself of her foul mood. She did not expect to bump into He Jing in the luxury stationery shop and immediately called Cheng Yi.
Cheng Yi was trying dishes at a high-class hotel nearby to find something better than Hen Jing’s French jelly to win over Yan Hanxi. When she heard the news from Zhou Xue’er, she rushed over, her face flushed from exertion.
He Jing frowned, unhappy with Zhou Xue’er’s antagonizing actions. Even now, Zhou Xue’er behaved like a horrid ghost, haunting her at every opportunity and refusing to move on.
Logically, He Jing understood that the supporting actress and the female protagonist were enemies, but that did not mean they had to bother her 24/7. Shouldn’t NPCs take a break while the game updates?
Yan Hanxi was already annoyed, so the introduction of these two interlopers pushed him over the edge. Eyeing them coldly, he demanded, “Have you been following us?”
Cheng Yi stepped forward and explained gently, “Student Yan, this is a misunderstanding. We just happened to bump into each other. Xue’er and I were shopping in the area and saw you, so we came to say hello.”
He Jing found it funny. “Meeting up like this might have been a coincidence, but what about trying to buy the pen I want?”
Cheng Yi’s eyes darted from Yan Hanxi to He Jing and back again. Casually, she answered, “I didn’t mean to butt in on your purchase, He Jing. The pen was just too mesmerizing. I can’t help but find myself feeling like I must have it…” “You are buying it as a birthday present for Second Brother, aren’t you?” “This doesn’t seem to be any business of yours,” He Jing replied tartly.
Cheng Yi stifled her laugh and smiled politely. “If the fountain pen isn’t very important to you, He Jing, why don’t you let me have it? It is special to me.” “What if I say no?” He Jing asked in clipped tones.
Cheng Yi whipped a gold card from her wallet and handed it to the lady overseeing the purchase. “Hello, I ordered a fountain pen from you before, but I’d like to change it.”
Cheng Yi turned to He Jing as she spoke, appearing bashful and embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, He Jing. It’s really beautiful. Second Brother will like it.’
When the lady saw the gold card, she remembered that Cheng Yi had ordered a pen worth more than 300,000 yuan three days ago. It was a custom-made pen engraved with initials on the cap. The pen she had ordered was ready and was supposed to be delivered tomorrow…
“Esteemed guest, this young miss has already said she wants to buy this fountain pen.”
Cheng Yi tilted her head, feigning confused innocence, “Has she paid for the pen? If not, a customer with a gold car has priority in such matters, don’t they?”
The lady serving them was speechless. The priority privilege was meant for the exchange of more expensive goods, not for those below a certain price. Even if the items she liked were cheaper, they would have to exchange enough for them to be of equivalent value. This was the pride of a luxury brand.
However, being a professional, she squashed her urge to rail against the customer and said, “Honored guest, please wait a moment. Let me see what I can do…”
At this moment, Yan Hanxi sneered, interjecting with an air of lazy arrogance, “So you have a gold card.. Me too! What shall we do now?”