CHAPTER 493: CHAPTER 491: NEITHER HUA TUO NOR BIAN QUE HAVE THAT AWESOME PACKAGE YOU WANT.

Damn, this is even more annoying than when she sleeps with Fu Jinghen.

"They even guessed that my boyfriend might be bankrupt, not buying me new bags. That’s just too much, honey, the bag I want is so hard to get. If I manage to buy it, my girlfriends will definitely be so jealous, and it’ll make you look good too..."

Wen Qiao scratched her ear upon hearing this.

It was the first time she had heard someone ask her boyfriend for a bag in such a roundabout way.

Suddenly, the plane shook twice and then a soft and sweet voice of a flight attendant came through the cabin, calming everyone down as the plane hit some turbulence. Please stay seated. For a moment, it drowned out the whiny and pretentious voice of the woman in front.

After the announcement, that whiny voice floated into Wen Qiao’s ears again, "A bag heals all wounds, it’s not without reason."

Wow, what a piece of work.

Not even Hua Tuo or Bian Que are as miraculous as the bag you want.

"Alright, I’ll buy it."

After the woman had been blabbering for so long, Wen Qiao finally heard a man’s voice.

She thought she could finally rest her ears, but after a couple of minutes, just as Wen Qiao was about to fall asleep, the woman in front began talking again.

After finishing asking for bags, she started asking for clothes and shoes.

The other passengers in the cabin also frowned, looking forward discontentedly.

Wen Qiao didn’t look down on women who demand things from men. Each couple has their needs. Women sacrifice their youth and time to be with men and asking for material things is not too much, especially since the man is willing to buy them. But her inability to be discreet in public and disturbing Wen Qiao’s sleep really annoyed her.

There’s a limit to what one can endure, and beyond that, no endurance is required.

Wen Qiao took off her eye mask and sharply retorted, "A bag that heals all diseases can’t cure your stupidity and ignorance. Instead of wasting money on bags, you should check at the hospital if you have some chattering syndrome."

The voice of the woman in front stopped abruptly.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and glared at Wen Qiao, "What do you mean?"

"Can’t you understand plain words? It seems you also need to check your intelligence."

Wen Qiao usually insulted people in an indirect way, and it was rare for her to be direct, but this time she was truly infuriated. She sat back with a cold face, leaning against the chair and looking down at the woman, "Since boarding the plane, your mouth hasn’t stopped. You’re not even within the normal range of zodiac signs anymore, you must be a cicada, right? Always chirping."

The woman’s eyes widened, "Do you live in the Pacific Ocean? Why are you minding my business so much, what’s wrong with my talking?"

"What’s wrong? It’s affecting my rest, you know?" Wen Qiao continued her onslaught, "Since boarding, I’ve had to listen to you demanding from your boyfriend, from head to toe. Can you split yourself? Can you even wear all those things? I guess your little girlfriends’ gathering is just a fake socialites’ group buying session on Pinduoduo, right?"

Through the gap between the seats, Wen Qiao saw the man next to the woman turning his head towards her.

When she met the man’s eyes, which were smiling, Wen Qiao was stunned for a couple of seconds. She then shifted her focus, "Handsome guy, I advise you to break up early, escape the misery. Otherwise, if this relationship continues, you’ll inevitably end up just like your girlfriend’s girlfriends said—"

Wen Qiao clapped her hands loudly, "Bankrupt."

"You!" The woman burst from her seat, pointing at Wen Qiao, her chest heaving dramatically.