CHAPTER 14: CHAPTER 14: SHE IS MY WIFE, NOT AN ORPHAN

Sang Yu saw the clothes in the market and thought if they were in the twenty-first century, they’d probably be the trendy retro style.

But she didn’t really like that style.

If only she could make them herself, but her sewing skills were average, at most she could sew up some tears.

Sang Yu wandered around for a long time and finally bought two shirts and two pairs of pants, one pair of dress pants, and a pair of slightly flared jeans.

"Fashion really is a cycle." Sang Yu looked at those blue slightly flared jeans,

She remembered before coming here the streets were full of flared jeans, and now it’s the same.

Just as she was about to leave, something seemed to be happening ahead.

Sang Yu curiously stepped forward to take a look, and found a mother and daughter surrounded in the middle.

Both mother and daughter were wearing clothes full of patches, but they were still somewhat clean.

The salesperson arrogantly said to the mother and daughter, "Why come to the mall without money? Just go pick from the garbage heap, might even find something good."

Sang Yu felt a bit uncomfortable listening to this.

The mother and daughter stood in the crowd, the mother tightly protecting her daughter in front of her, the weathered face full of embarrassment.

The little girl’s eyes were filled with tears, yet she didn’t cry.

Others were standing around, pointing fingers at the mother and daughter.

The salesperson, seeing no one speaking up for the mother and daughter, became even more brazen.

"I’m telling you, these people might be up to something, maybe they came to steal,

I think everyone should be careful with their own things, maybe these two beggars will steal them."

Others, hearing these words, hastily checked their pockets and bags.

The woman spoke up at this time, "We didn’t!"

The woman’s voice was light but firm.

The salesperson sneered, "Would a thief admit they’re a thief?"

"And what evidence do you have to say they’re thieves, just your words? Then the police wouldn’t need to interrogate criminals, just let you say a few words."

All eyes gathered on Sang Yu.

The salesperson, having been retorted, didn’t look pleased.

She looked Sang Yu up and down, whose clothes seemed expensive, possibly someone she couldn’t afford to offend.

The mother and daughter looked at Sang Yu, who spoke up for them, with gratitude in their eyes.

Sang Yu stared straight at the salesperson and realized when she didn’t speak immediately that she was someone who bullied the weak but feared the strong.

"Why aren’t you speaking? Want me to introduce you? I happen to know people at the police station." Sang Yu said, not feeling guilty at all.

Even though there’s no emotion, he is at least the husband.

The salesperson awkwardly said, "I was just speaking casually."

Sang Yu sneered, "Casually? Do you know what kind of lifelong harm your casual words bring to others?"

"I also want to casually say something about you, but I won’t, probably because I have manners." Sang Yu said lightly.

The salesperson’s face turned even worse, isn’t this indirectly saying she has no manners?

"Cousin, what you said isn’t right. The salesperson was just thinking about everyone, why do you have to be so harsh?"

Song Jiajia appeared with Lu Ting sometime unknown.

Song Jiajia arrogantly stepped into the crowd, a flash of jealousy in her eyes as she looked at Sang Yu’s clothes.

"Cousin, you scammed my dad out of a thousand yuan at home yesterday, and today you’re buying stuff here?"

A thousand yuan, everyone gasped, and strange looks instantly fell on Sang Yu.

Song Jiajia smiled smugly, ready to continue speaking.

Sang Yu wouldn’t give her the chance, cutting through the chaos was the best way.

"Are you trying to say your family took me in, I shouldn’t do this, are you also trying to say your dad is particularly sad and hurt at home?"

Song Jiajia was taken aback.

Then Sang Yu smiled and said, "If your memory is bad, I suggest seeing a doctor, but I’ll kindly remind you once.

This thousand yuan is what I deserve, and your dad still owes me two thousand five hundred. You know the reason yourselves, so don’t be sarcastic here,

if everything is really laid out later, I’m afraid your dad’s job won’t be secure anymore, are you sure you want to continue?"

Song Jiajia glared at Sang Yu fiercely, little brat, since when did she become so eloquent?

Before she wouldn’t even dare to say a word, was she pretending before?

It’s impossible, last life’s Sang Yu was obviously very timid, could she be like herself?

Impossible, if she were really like herself, she wouldn’t have given up Lu Hao to marry Jiang Jingming.

Lu Ting looked at Sang Yu, is this the one who used to be her sister-in-law?

She seems richer than Song Jiajia.

Earlier she only liked a dress that cost twenty-five yuan, and Song Jiajia didn’t want to buy it for her.

Would Sang Yu buy it for her if she asked?

She still has a thousand yuan.

Sang Yu turned to the salesperson, "Apologize to them."

The salesperson’s face darkened, unwilling to speak.

Sang Yu said coldly, "Don’t want to? Then I must ask your manager here why hire people without manners as salespersons."

The salesperson sharply looked up at Sang Yu, seemingly questioning how she dared.

Sang Yu met the salesperson’s gaze without flinching.

The salesperson unwillingly said, "Who do you think you are?"

"I’m no one, just an ordinary citizen who intervenes when justice demands." Sang Yu said smoothly.

Song Jiajia, "Cousin, I advise you not to meddle, you’re just an orphan, what can you do?"

The salesperson instantly became spirited upon hearing this.

She thought the person had some status, but turned out to be just an orphan.

"She’s not an orphan, she’s my wife!" A deep and powerful voice came.

Sang Yu turned to see Jiang Jingming walking towards her.

The surrounding people seemed affected by Jiang Jingming’s aura, stepping aside to make way.

"What are you doing here?" Sang Yu was a bit curious, wasn’t he supposed to be at the police station?

And he wasn’t in uniform, suggesting he’s not on duty.

"I’m here to buy some things."

"Hello, sister-in-law." Lin Wen waved to Sang Yu.

Sang Yu nodded, "Hello."

Seeing Jiang Jingming’s gaze towards Sang Yu, Song Jiajia’s face twisted.

How could he be so gentle to Sang Yu?

"We saw what happened just now. You really should apologize to them, but if you don’t want to, we can talk to your manager ourselves."

The man’s voice was deep, carrying an undetectable coldness with a hint of danger.

Seeing this man’s demeanor, it was clear his identity was not simple, the salesperson dared not say more.

She said to the mother and daughter, "Sorry."

Sang Yu looked at the man, a bit displeased, why did the salesperson obediently apologize when he spoke?

Was it because she seemed less imposing?

Jiang Jingming felt puzzled sensing Sang Yu’s emotions.