h4Chapter 367: Chapter 393: Furious Out of Shame/h4

Yang Yun’s hand trembled as she held the phone, confirming with her father several times: "What did you say? Say it again! Getting married so soon?" Yang Yun was so angry that her heart was bleeding.

In her mind, she could already see the lively scene of their wedding.

Liao Dongyuan was handsome and drove a military vehicle; surely those attending the wedding would be leaders. And Yang Zhen, that little bitch, had been inferior to me since childhood, always suppressed by me, why does she get to live better than me! Such a grand wedding should be mine, but it was taken away by Yang Zhen, this damned woman!

Now Yang Yun’s hatred for Yang Zhen had surpassed her hatred for Sun Chan.

And that damned Liao Dongyuan, you previously dated me, but you had to be so impatient to marry her ostentatiously, isn’t this a p in my face?

Others will surely mock me! Are you helping Gu Junming vent his anger, what are you to me!

Actually, she was overthinking it, who has the leisure to meddle in her affairs.

Yang Dongfeng seemed to have noticed his daughter’s abnormality, hurriedly changed his tone: "Forget it, after all, you two had no fate, Liao Dongyuan was with you first, then Yang Zhen, indeed it’s a bit excessive. Don’t be angry, not getting such a person is actually not a bad thing. Dad will find you someone good in the future."

"That’s right!" Yang Yun bit her lip, "Just a poor soldier, I never liked him, I only reluctantly agreed to meet him because I thought his family might have some development in Beijing. But now seeing him get married locally, wanting to settle here, he isn’t anything, I don’t fancy him! I’ll find the best!"

Yang Dongfeng merely smiled bitterly, finding someone would be good enough, but he could only go along with what she said. After someforting, Yang Yun hung up the phone, put on nice clothes, and went to work.

Originally, she thought she could adjust her mindset, but on the way, Yang Yun was really fuming!

Getting angrier with each thought, upon arriving at work, she identally collided with a colleague selling goods, almost knocking the girl to the ground, spraining her ankle, tears welled up.

The girlined a bit, but Yang Yun was more overbearing than her. Yang Yun pointed at her nose and started cursing at her, the girl’s family from the provincial capital, her parents somewhat officials, although good-tempered, she had her pride. Seeing she was clearly in the wrong yet bullying, she suddenly couldn’t hold back and rushed to fight Yang Yun.

When pulled apart, Yang Yun’s clothes were torn, hair disheveled. But the girl had a bloody nose, crying loudly.

The leader saw and came over, sternly criticized Yang Yun: "Why so uncooperative and friendly! You just got here a few days ago, and you’re fighting? Obviously, you bumped into her, it’s your fault, and yet you’re so arrogant?"

Yang Yun red: "You only see her background, so you vent on me? Fine, I’m done!" In anger, she left the store.

Ignoring the voices persuading her from behind. When Yang Yun stood on the street, the wind blew, suddenly she became sober.

This job took her father a long time to find connections to arrange, but she only worked a few days and quit. If she told her father, he’d surely nag endlessly, and arranging another job might not be as easy.

What should I do? Why is heaven so unfair to me!

She cried in anger but had no choice, returning home first.

Who knew, turning around she bumped into someone, the other person wasn’t angry, instead apologized quickly, anxiously saying: "Are you okay? Did it hurt you? Let me check."

Yang Yun saw it was a woman in her thirties, stylishly dressed, looking pleasant. She was looking at her with a caring gaze.

"It’s fine." Yang Yun replied coldly: "Watch where you’re going next time." She said and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the woman said; "No, I spilled oil on you just now, I mustpensate you."

She raised the bag in her hand, pointing at Yang Yun’s dress, indeed a small stain was on it. Yang Yun hadn’t noticed her skirt, she saw the roast duck in the woman’s hand.

This was a provincial specialty, costing nearly twenty bucks. Ordinary people couldn’t afford it, she had fled with only about a hundred bucks, spent sparingly and almost gone, hadn’t tasted the duck in a long time.

Yang Yun never likes to wrong herself, always pampered by family, felt pathetic when no one cared for her. Thinking this, she started crying again.

The woman hurriedly said; "What’s wrong, such a nice girl crying on the street, makes my heart ache."

"Nothing, no need topensate for the dress." Yang Yun had been distressedtely, rarely meeting someone understanding, gestured her to leave, really generous.

But the woman wasn’t leaving, smiled: "Let me buy you a dress. Consider it a gift from sister to little sister."

"No need..."

"Don’t be polite. I have nothing else to do." She grabbed Yang Yun’s hand forcibly taking her to the nearby store.

That store was quite renowned, called Aristocrat Shop, very expensive but offering unique clothes, worn by people from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, high-end foreign trade apparel.

Each outfit was singr, with no possibility of shing.

While Yang Yun’s family wasn’t poor, she never entered such a store. She felt a bit nervous.

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"No need, my clothes actually..."

"I can’t bear to see girls cry, especially pretty ones like you, follow sister, sister said she’ll gift you." The woman smiled gently.

Yang Yun felt the woman was pretty good, considerate.

Upon entering, several attentive clerks approached, clearly recognizing a regr customer.

"Sister Li, buying clothes again?"

"Yes, I’m buying for my little sister." The woman smiled; "Get me two good-looking dresses."

The clerks quickly selected two dresses, both in lightweight materials.

Yang Yun tried them on, seeing the woman’s amazed expression each time she came out.

"Not bad, red is striking, pink is pretty, take both. Wear them, don’t change back."

Yang Yun’s eyes widened, each dress was nearly 150 bucks! More than amoner’s monthly wage! She bought two at once!

Even as arrogant as Yang Yun, she knew epting such clothes wasn’t proper, they were strangers!

But just as she was about to decline, the woman held her hand: "Listen! Just take them. Otherwise Sister Li will be angry?"