Chapter 82: Sister Has Money Now

Zhou Xinyue had used the excuse of buying clothes for Xiaowei to persuade Lu Zhixing to come out with her. Haicheng Hospital had just issued its year-end bonuses, but Lu Zhixing remained completely unmoved—he wouldn’t even give her the ten yuan he had previously promised.

“You have your own salary, don’t you? Plus, you received a year-end bonus. My money has to go toward repaying my friends,” was what Lu Zhixing said. His friends were all from high-ranking families, part of the same social circle as him. He had borrowed 1800 yuan from them, promising to repay it within six months.

Even though the amount wasn’t a big deal for them, Lu Zhixing’s proud personality couldn’t tolerate being in debt. So when he received a bonus of 110 yuan, along with his monthly salary of over a dozen more, he withdrew everything except for a small amount for living expenses and paid his debt off immediately.

Zhou Xinyue knew nothing about this. All she knew was that Lu Zhixing had just received over 200 yuan—enough to buy an imported down jacket from the department store.

Xie Yunshu turned her body slightly, clearly not interested in entertaining Zhou Xinyue. Instead, she asked the sales clerk, “If I buy two down jackets, can you give me a discount?”

The clerk’s eyes lit up instantly. “Two down jackets?”

She earned commissions, and two down jackets meant over thirty yuan in commission! That was a great sale.

Xie Yunshu nodded. “See what you can do for me on the price. If I like it, I’ll come back next year to buy more from you.”

Before the sales clerk could respond, Zhou Xinyue covered her mouth and laughed. “Yunshu, don’t joke around. Even the cheapest jacket here costs over a hundred yuan. You don’t even have a job right now—how are you going to afford clothes?”

Xie Yunshu lifted her chin slightly and gave Zhou Xinyue a faint smile. “If you’ve got money, buy it yourself. Don’t get in the way of someone else’s business.”

The clerk quickly turned to Zhou Xinyue. “Miss, would you like to buy a jacket too?”

It was a lucky day indeed—if she could sell three down jackets in one go, the boss would surely give her a fat year-end bonus!

Zhou Xinyue hesitated, tugging on Lu Zhixing’s sleeve and speaking in a soft voice, “Zhixing, I still don’t have a decent down jacket. You didn’t even buy me clothes when we got married…”

Back when Lu Zhixing and Xie Yunshu were still married, this kind of pitiful tone had always worked. It made Lu Zhixing feel sorry for her and give her most of his monthly salary. With that money, she had lived comfortably for a long time, buying wool sweaters, tweed coats, dresses—she picked only the best. The department store was like her second home.

That’s why she had been so determined to replace Xie Yunshu: if Lu Zhixing was this generous just as her boyfriend, how glorious would it be to become the daughter-in-law of the Lu family?

But now, after she’d finally gotten what she wanted, everything seemed to have changed.

She was hoping Lu Zhixing would take her side like he used to, especially in front of Xie Yunshu—to embarrass her and make her feel small.

But instead, Lu Zhixing merely frowned and replied coldly, “If you’ve got money, buy it yourself.”

Zhou Xinyue bit her lip, face flushed with embarrassment. If she couldn’t afford it, neither could Xie Yunshu! She couldn’t believe that just a few days after becoming Mrs. Lu, she was being humiliated like this. Lu Zhixing had once given her most of his salary—he didn’t used to talk to her like this!

Just then, Xie Mingcheng came out from the fitting room. The tall and slender youth looked amazing in the down jacket, and the clerk couldn’t help but praise him, “He looks great! Like a star from one of those Hong Kong dramas!”

Xie Mingcheng and Xie Yunshu had similar features—both fair-skinned with delicate, refined facial structures. You couldn’t really tell when he wore old clothes, but in a fashionable down jacket, his elegance stood out.

Xie Yunshu immediately made her decision. “We’ll take this one, and also the dark purple one I’m holding. Can you give me a little more of a discount? I’ll pay right now.”

The sales clerk didn’t even look at Zhou Xinyue anymore and quickly did the math, smiling brightly. “Both jackets come to 370 yuan. I’ll give you a discount of 20, so that’s 350 yuan. And I’ll throw in a pair of wool socks for free!”

“Make it two pairs! Alright, I’ll pay now!” Xie Yunshu was satisfied with the price. She had exactly 350 yuan with her—it would wipe out all her savings, but she was still happy.

After all, the jacket looked great on Mingcheng. That was reason enough.

“Sis, I don’t think…” Xie Mingcheng tugged on Xie Yunshu’s sleeve and shook his head gently. “It might not suit me that much. Why don’t we look at something else?”

Zhou Xinyue was practically green with jealousy. She couldn’t even afford an 80-yuan jacket, and here Xie Yunshu was buying two imported ones without blinking. It made her feel like she was choking—had Lu Zhixing given all his money to Xie Yunshu? Was he secretly supporting her again?

The sales clerk couldn’t let this opportunity slip away and enthusiastically chimed in, “This is an imported brand, stuffed with white duck down—super warm! Just wear a wool sweater underneath and you’ll be toasty. Two pairs of socks, sure thing! I’ll wrap it up right now.”

Xie Yunshu patted Xie Mingcheng’s hand and smiled generously. “Sister has money now.”

Even though she had just spent everything she’d earned over the past few weeks, her heart was full of satisfaction. She could just earn more after the New Year.

Zhou Xinyue’s teeth were grinding from the sight of it. Seeing that Xie Yunshu had actually paid, she could hardly restrain herself. She tugged on Lu Zhixing’s arm and forced a smile. “Zhixing, why don’t you buy me a jacket too? That red one looks so nice…”

Lu Zhixing frowned again and repeated coldly, “I told you, I gave all my money back to my friends.”

Was it to his friends… or to Xie Yunshu?

Zhou Xinyue couldn’t hold it in anymore. She grabbed Xie Yunshu’s arm and snapped, “Where did you get that money from? You and Zhixing are already divorced. Can’t you have a little shame—spending another woman’s man’s money?”