Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1150 - 1126. Where is your gold bracelet?

Seeing Mao Li, Wu Lan felt old grudges and new hates surging in her heart. It just goes to show that these days, the more shameless you are, the more you enjoy life! When it comes to taking care of the elderly, whoever is honest and soft-hearted suffers!

At this moment, she raised her wrist and turned her hand back and forth under the light. The lights at the counter were designed to glitter at any glance, and she extravagantly said, "Heavy? Oh, this thing’s less than a hundred grand, how heavy can it be?"

Lun Jing almost couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Well, well, well, less than a hundred grand! It seems her future in-law is quite the tease.

Just right, the sales staff nearby loved this type of customer, chiming in: "That’s right! It’s just under a hundred grand, sis, you can wear it casually—actually, I think this top-of-the-line item is perfect for someone as classy as you..."

"Really?" Wu Lan had never received such straightforward compliments. Even though she was trying to create jealousy, she couldn’t help but be attracted: "Wow, this bracelet is beautiful!"

The heavy bracelet looked expensive against the black velvet. Mao Li on the side was not only ignored but also could not afford such a bracelet, and her bitterness intensified!

Actually, saying she couldn’t afford it wasn’t entirely true. Her family did have some assets, but having to dig into savings to buy it was totally different from Wu Lan’s carefree purchase!

The more she thought, the more annoyed she became: "Tsk!"

"Wu Lan, really, why are you acting like a nouveau riche... With that money, buy yourself some decent clothes! Look at your sweater, plain as can be, not even a pattern."

Well, well!

What a coincidence!

Just this morning, Wu Lan was brainwashed by the cashmere store staff with ideas of high-end luxury yet low profile.

The store staff were right! Truly wealthy people don’t have logos on their clothes. The high-end cashmere they sell demands such subtlety, those whose lifestyles don’t reach such levels wouldn’t understand!

At this moment, she cleared her throat, and sighed: "Lun Jing, what did I say earlier? This sweater over 5,000 is nowhere as good as their 20,000 piece. I should have bought that one!"

Lun Jing tried hard not to laugh, pulling a serious face as if unaware that the sweater was on sale for 688 and they both picked the same:

"Yeah, next time we must buy more expensive ones, or some people just won’t recognize them."

Though currently unaware of the grudge between this person and Wu Lan, recalling her own encounter when buying gold, it seems gold wards off evil indeed, the person opposite must not be good, and a hard slap on the face was in order!

Who knew by sheer chance, Wu Lan’s words hit Mao Li right at her weakness.

Because she was really frugal and knew how to save money. Though her family ran a small business, she never bought good clothes and was excellent at inflating a hundred’s value by an extra digit.

As for gold... Oh dear! She was thinking of asking her daughter-in-law to bear a grandchild in a couple of years, now how could she not save for her grandchild?

But on her wrist was a faint touch of yellow jewelry...

Now caught Wu Lan’s attention at once!

Mao Li, losing face yet undaunted, remained defiant: "What’s there to be so smug about? Really small-minded, buying a bit of gold and thinking you’re wealthy... We wear this stuff daily, it’s nothing to us."

Not mentioning would have been better, for Wu Lan immediately remembered something, hurriedly pulling Mao Li to the counter: "Sister-in-law, I recall years ago you bought a gold bracelet, didn’t you? Would wearing it for long change its color? Let me see for comparison!"

Mao Li: ???

Sweating with anxiety instantly!

She began to struggle: "No, no... Ziyi is still over there, I need to check..."

"Why fear, Ziyi has your daughter-in-law around, I just want to check the style, I don’t want yours..."

Wu Lan, for once, was unusually assertive. Lun Jing watching from the side confirmed there were new and old grudges, as she reached out to lift Mao Li’s sleeves.

My, what a thick gold bracelet exposed, except its color wasn’t bright, but a brass tone.

The several staff secretly observing were all thrilled, and Lun Jing exaggeratedly covered her mouth:

"Wow, this bracelet is also big... but why is it this color? Here, sister-in-law, take it off and I’ll have the staff clean it for you!"

Mao Li had never been so embarrassed in her life, especially with Wu Lan’s loud voice, already attracting several gold-buyers to secretly perk their ears!

She tried to break free from Lun Jing’s hold but, despite Lun Jing’s slim appearance, her strength was surprisingly great. Struggling, her sleeve rolled up, revealing the bracelet in full view.

How to describe?

Not saying it wasn’t yellow enough, but the hue was like that of old fifty-cent coins.

After a moment of silence, Lun Jing silently let go, her face full of awkwardness and sincerity:

"Sister-in-law, you sounded so generous, I thought you really had one... Didn’t expect it to be like this... Sorry, sorry, come, come, sister-in-law, let’s look at the real gold ones!"

Such considerate politeness was better off not given! If she hadn’t spoken, those around wouldn’t have laughed so loudly.

Mao Li’s face turned beet red, she rolled down her sleeve swiftly, and walked away head down in a hurry!

As the uproar subsided, Wu Lan felt her heart relieved, filled with joy, having never felt so refreshed for years!

So she undid the accessories on her hand: "Don’t want these two, I’ll take the rest!"

The salesclerk was overjoyed, and with an "aye" went straight to weigh and bill.

While waiting, Wu Lan curiously asked Lun Jing: "You seem to have a good temper, unlike me, who’s loud and impatient, how come we cooperated so well just now?"

This, indeed, was a long story, so Lun Jing also said with a face of difficulty: "Don’t mention, I once had a relationship in Imperial City and..."

Thus, when Lun Chuan and Song Tan returned to the cinema entrance, they saw Qiaoqiao, engrossed, catching toys alone, a bag of coins in hand, yet clearly no prize before her.

And the two moms sat talking together, their expressions changing drastically, occasionally slapping thighs with sighs...

Lun Chuan somehow found this scene familiar.

Song Tan was also curious: "What are they talking about? They can’t still be promoting you, can they?"

Or perhaps Lun Chuan’s dark history?

But if it were really dark history, why would Wu Lan show that approving face? She only ever does so when gossiping...

Lun Chuan chuckled wryly: "Maybe my mom is sharing her love life..."

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