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Chapter 231 Choosing Clothes for Mother

"Okay, I understand."

Liao Yuqian clicked her tongue inwardly, but her smile became even more professional.

She looked at Shen Yourong and asked with a smile, "Ms. Shen, what size clothes do you usually wear?"

Upon hearing this question, Shen Yourong's face flushed red instantly.

How would she know her size? She usually buys clothes at street stalls or small shops, just trying them on and making sure they fit, without ever paying attention to sizes.

"I...I don't know..." she answered in a embarrassed whisper.

"It's alright, let me take a look for you." Liao Yuqian said, and then stepped forward to help with the visual assessment.

Ning Xiuyang suddenly spoke up.

"Should we ask her what size she wears?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

Liao Yuqian was taken aback.

Everyone in the car was stunned.

Ning Xiuyang turned his head, staring intently at Shen Youyou, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Youyou, you should know best what size clothes your mom wears, right?"

"Go pick out the most suitable outfit for your mother, inside and out."

"If you pick the wrong clothes and she's uncomfortable wearing them... I'll punish you!"

Ning Xiuyang drawled out the last syllable, his tone carrying an unmistakable, mocking threat.

"I……"

Shen Youyou's face instantly turned bright red. How could she be asked to choose...underwear for her mother in front of so many people?

This...this is so embarrassing!

Shen Youyou was completely stunned.

Her mind went blank, with only Ning Xiuyang's words "from the inside out" echoing repeatedly in her head.

Let her...choose underwear for her mother?

In front of so many people?

Her cheeks were burning, her heart was pounding, and she instinctively wanted to refuse.

However, when she met Ning Xiuyang's eyes, which seemed to be smiling but weren't, all the words of protest instantly got stuck in her throat.

She knew that her master's orders were not to be questioned.

"What? You can't do it?" Ning Xiuyang raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of danger.

"No...no...I..." Shen Youyou's voice trembled, and tears were about to fall from her eyes.

She looked to her mother for help.

Shen Yourong was also blushing, her hands tightly twisting the hem of her clothes, wishing she could disappear from this place immediately.

She never expected that Ning Xiuyang would make such an absurd request.

"Brother... please don't make things difficult for Youyou and Auntie..."

Tang Wei, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't stand it anymore. Although she was naive, she could sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so she quickly pleaded for the two of them in a low voice.

Liao Yuqian stood to the side, looking embarrassed and awkward.

As a top saleswoman, she had seen all sorts of customers who spent lavishly and made all sorts of bizarre requests, but Ning Xiuyang was definitely the first person to ask her daughter to choose underwear for her mother in public.

This is beyond her control.

Seeing that Ning Xiuyang had no intention of giving up, Shen Youyou decided to go all out. She immediately grabbed her mother and said, "Come on, Mom, I'll pick out some clothes for you. Humph~ Fine, I'll pick them out. What's the big deal?"

Ning Xiuyang observed the three women's reactions, smiled faintly, pointed at Tang Wei and Qian Baobao, and said to Liao Yuqian with a smile, "Pick out some suitable outfits for them, from the inside out, accessories, and bags, make sure they're all complete."

That was just a way of training Shen Yourong and Shen Youyou's minds, keeping them under my control at all times. That's true control.

"Yes, Mr. Ning!"

Liao Yuqian's eyes lit up; this was a big order!

She immediately perked up and began introducing and selecting the three women.

Qian Baobao was quite outgoing and quickly picked out a sexy little black dress.

Shen Yourong and Shen Youyou, on the other hand, seemed much more reserved.

Shen Youyou was alright; after all, she was young, and on Liao Yuqian's recommendation, she chose a white fairy dress.

Shen Yourong, however, kept waving her hands as she looked at those beautiful but expensive clothes.

"This...this is too expensive..."

"This color is too bright; it's not suitable for someone my age..."

As she spoke, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to a limited-edition dress hanging in the most conspicuous position.

It was a light purple dress, with a simple yet elegant design that perfectly accentuated a woman's curves, exuding both the nobility of a socialite and the gentle grace of a mature woman.

Whether it's the color, style, or texture, it all seems to have been tailor-made for her.

Liao Yuqian followed her gaze and immediately introduced, "Sister Yourong has excellent taste. This is a limited edition from Chanel's autumn collection this year, called 'Violet Dream.' There's only one of its kind in the entire Zhonghai City. It suits your style perfectly."

Shen Yourong looked at the dress with great affection in her eyes, but when she saw the price tag of "188888", she immediately looked away as if she had been burned.

Nearly 190,000!

Is this all the dress you have?

This is enough to pay for several rounds of chemotherapy for my mom!

She quickly shook her head: "No, no, no, I was just looking around."

Ning Xiuyang took in her longing yet hesitant gaze and was about to speak.

A strange, sarcastic voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Hey, if you can't afford it, don't look around. You can't afford to pay for it if you get it dirty."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a well-dressed young couple walking over.

The woman who spoke had a typical internet celebrity face, wore heavy makeup, was dressed in the latest Chanel clothes, and was carrying a Hermes bag. Her eyes were full of disdain as she looked at people.

The man beside her was a slick-haired, rich second-generation heir with an arrogant expression. He had his arm around the woman's waist, and his chin was practically pointing to the sky.

The woman's name is Wen Biquan, a college student who is being kept by a rich second-generation heir named Zhou Mingfeng.

She had just taken a liking to the "Violet Dream" and was about to ask Zhou Mingfeng to buy it for her, but unexpectedly, Shen Yourong beat her to it.

Although Shen Yourong only glanced at it, Wen Biquan still felt a sense of displeasure.

Especially after seeing Shen You-rong's face, which was more exquisite and beautiful than hers, and whose temperament was far superior, her jealousy intensified.

A middle-aged woman dressed in cheap clothes dares to come to Chanel and try to steal my clothes?

"Does she look like someone who can afford that?"

Wen Biquan, clinging to Zhou Mingfeng's arm, said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Darling, I don't care, I want that dress! Buy it for me now!"

Zhou Mingfeng was overjoyed by her flattery, and with a wave of his hand, he said generously, "Buy it! Honey, if you like it, you have to buy it!"

He glanced at Shen Yourong with disdain, as if looking at an ant.

"Salesperson!"

Zhou Mingfeng shouted to another saleswoman not far away, "Wrap up that purple dress for my girlfriend!"