The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her Chapter 113: Competition

Chapter 113: Competition
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He Jing had not planned to buy it at first. After all, the pen exceeded her budget.
Hearing Yan Hanxi’s words, she quickly said, “No, I don’t want it anymore!”
Yan Hanxi turned around and smiled. “What should I do? I, Yan Hanxi, have never lost to anyone in terms of privilege. Do you want me to leave with my tail between my legs?”
He Jing met his eyes, and after a long while, she squeezed out through gritted teeth, “Fine. Do whatever you want.”
Cheng Yi’s expression changed. She chewed on her lower lip, feigning a pitiful countenance, “Student Yan, Student He Jing has already said she doesn’t want it. Won’t you let me have it instead?”
Yan Hanxi’s indifferent gaze landed on Cheng Yi as he said, “No, I can’t.”
Cheng Yi felt wronged. She blinked, dewy tears clinging to her fluttering eyelashes. “Why? Could you and He Jing have that kind of relationship…
Yan Hanxi smiled gallantly. “That’s not it. I just find this fountain pen unique, and I like it.’
Cheng Yi cocked her head in confusion. “I like taking things from others.”
How could Cheng Yi not realize Yan Hanxi was mocking her? Her face turned an unhealthy green before paling considerably.
He Jing nearly burst into laughter. Thankfully, she had enough presence of mind to stifle it behind a small upturning of her lips. “It seems so.” “Of course,” Yan Hanxi said.
“Have you found the gold card yet?” Yan Hanxi harried the poor lady.
“The lady rummaged through Yan Hanxi’s wallet, sweating profusely.
Eventually, she found the gold card, signifying an esteemed customer of Les
Elfes under a mountain of others. “Y-yes, I’ve found it.”
Zhou Xue’er sensed things were about to turn for the worse and quickly added her penny’s worth, “Both Cheng Yi and Yan Hanxi are gold card holders – they share an equal status. You can’t be biased.”
The lady shot Zhou Xue’er a disdainful look, one she quickly masked behind a thin veneer of respect. “Of course not. The company is committed to protecting our honored guests’ rights and interests. We pride ourselves on providing nothing but the best shopping experience. Any conflict between parties regarding the sale of goods will always be handled fairly. That is…”
“How about this? Let’s see who understands the true essence of Les Elfes as a brand,” He Jing proposed calmly.
“The young miss makes an excellent suggestion.”
“Why is it so complicated to buy a pen?” Zhou Xue’er shrieked. “Are you trying to take advantage of your customers?”
Even someone as cold as Yan Hanxi could not help but laugh when he heard Zhou Xue’er’s complaint. “Only the ignorant would think the shop is exploiting its customers.”
Cheng Yi tugged at Zhou Xue’er’s sleeve somberly and said, “Xue’er, that’s enough. Don’t say anything else.”
One look at the lady’s expression was enough to know He Jing had made an acceptable proposal.
Fortunately, after her previous failure in picking perfumes, Cheng Yi had learned her lesson, ensuring she did her homework on luxury brands, including Les Elfes.
Not even He Jing might know more than her about Les Elfes. The Cheng family’s housekeeper had once said that He Jing preferred another brand to Les Elfes.
With that thought, she spoke confidently, saying, “I accept He Jing’s proposed settlement.’
The lady turned to He Jing dutifully.
“I’m fine with this arrangement.”
What else was there to say if both sides had agreed to the terms of the competition?
“He Jing, do you want to go first, or shall I?” Cheng Yi smirked.
“I’m fine with anything,” He Jing replied.
Cheng Yi stole a glance at Yan Hanxi. Since God had given her such a chance, she would show Yan Hanxi who was better.
She, Cheng Yi, was the real daughter. Only she was worthy of being his fiancée..