When Xiao Churan walked out of the Xiao Corporation building, her heart was brimming with excitement.
Tomorrow, her grandmother would officially announce her new appointment. Finally, she could hold her head high!
Thinking of this, she turned to Ye Chen and said, "Ye Chen, thank you! If it weren't for your encouragement, I wouldn't have dared to take on this task."
Ye Chen smiled, "Wifey, you deserve it all."
Then he added, "By the way, such a big celebration—shouldn't we celebrate it properly?"
Xiao Churan nodded, "How do you want to celebrate?"
Ye Chen grinned, "Our third wedding anniversary is coming up soon. Why don't we combine the two celebrations? I'll handle the preparations. You don't have to worry about anything."
Xiao Churan was surprised, "Are you planning a surprise for me?"
"Exactly!" Ye Chen nodded. "I want to prepare a surprise just for you."
A warm feeling blossomed inside Xiao Churan's heart. She said, "Then I won't ask what it is."
"No need to ask—just wait and see!"
To plan a special wedding anniversary, Ye Chen had thought of many ideas. His main focus was to make up for the past—back then he was poor and couldn't afford gifts or even a formal wedding for his wife. Now that he had the means, he was determined to compensate her properly.
After parting from his wife, Ye Chen headed alone to a famous jewelry store in downtown Jinling called "Cuige Xuan."
Cuige Xuan was the most renowned jeweler locally, offering gold, platinum, diamonds, jade, and jadeite—everything imaginable.
Ye Chen wanted to buy a gift first, then book the best hotel to hold a belated wedding ceremony.
Once inside Cuige Xuan, the sales staff glanced at his Adidas jacket with four stripes and barely bothered to pay attention to him.
Ye Chen browsed the displays and was drawn to a jadeite necklace locked inside a glass case.
The necklace was made of the finest icy jadeite, exquisitely crafted and grand—just right for Xiao Churan's elegant temperament.
He glanced at the price tag: 13 million yuan. For him, it was pocket change.
He called over a salesperson, "Hello, could you please take out that necklace for me to see?"
The clerk glanced at Ye Chen, "I don't have the key. It's with our manager."
He then used his walkie-talkie: "Manager Wang, someone wants to see the store's prized piece!"
Soon, a flamboyantly dressed woman hurried over. Her name was Wang Yan, the sales manager.
"Who wants to see the prized piece?"
The clerk pointed at Ye Chen, "Manager Wang, it's this gentleman."
"Wha—?" Wang Yan looked at Ye Chen with disgust, as if she had just eaten a fly.
How could such a lowlife afford the store's prized item?
She immediately snapped at the clerk, "Xiao Liu, are you messing with me?"
"It's true, sir really wants to see it," the clerk replied nervously.
Wang Yan sneered, "How could a loser like him afford it? You're blind? If so, speak up and get lost so you don't piss me off!"
Wang Yan prided herself on her ability to size people up.
She could tell what kind of people had what purchasing power at a glance.
And she was sure: Ye Chen was a poor loser, a stinky bum.
Not just the 13-million jadeite necklace—even a 1,300 yuan ordinary necklace was beyond his reach.
What a waste of her emotions!
The clerk was too scared to say anything.
Ye Chen frowned and asked Wang Yan, "Isn't this a business? What's wrong with me looking at this necklace?"
Wang Yan sneered, "We do business, but not with fools. If you can't afford it, don't come and make a scene!"
Ye Chen frowned again, "Which eye told you I can't afford it?"
"Heh!"
Wang Yan contemptuously said, "This jadeite is worth over 10 million. You're dressed like street trash. If you can pull out even a thousand yuan from your pockets, you're talented. What can you use to buy it?"
Ye Chen gave a cold laugh and pulled out a black card given by Tang Sihai, "Open your damn eyes and take a good look. This black card has enough money—not only to buy this necklace, but ten, a hundred, or a thousand of them—and still never run out."
"Oh, a Citi Bank black card with a 10-billion limit, huh? Didn't expect a loser like you to know to do homework when trying to show off. But you overdid it—who would believe such a loser has that card?"
Wang Yan crossed her arms, arrogantly looking down on him.
Many people around whispered and sneered, "Such a shameless person, pretending when they can't afford it, faking a black card—it's embarrassing to the max!"
"Right? Dressing like that, not worthy of such a precious jadeite!"
"There are too many fools like this these days."
Ye Chen glanced at Wang Yan, who was smirking at him disdainfully. He decided to teach this arrogant woman a lesson.
He took out his phone and called Tang Sihai.
"Come to Cuige Xuan. I want them to know what it means to look down on people."
"No problem, young master. I'm on my way."
Wang Yan smirked, "The stupid loser thinks he's still playing a part? Calling someone over? Does he think he's some rich heir? Hahaha, what a joke!"
Ye Chen nodded calmly, "I am indeed a rich heir."
The crowd around them buzzed with gossip.
"Being poor isn't the problem. The problem is pretending to be rich."
"Haha, this guy looks nothing like a rich heir. If he calls someone, I'll call him my dad!"
"I want to see how this loser will embarrass himself."
Listening to the crowd side with him, Wang Yan smiled, confident that once no cash showed up, the loser would be humiliated.
Minutes later, outside Cuige Xuan, several Rolls-Royces suddenly stopped.
From the first two Rolls-Royces came eight black-suited bodyguards.
They were muscular, stern-faced, radiating a cold killing aura that even thickened the atmosphere.
The entire store was shocked by the sudden display!
Where had such big shots come from, with such a grand entourage?