Rebirth of a Spoiled Darling: Bloodstained Lord Huo's Billion-Dollar Dowry Proposal

The sales assistant looked displeased, yet helpless.

Not wanting to put the sales assistant in a difficult position, Meng Shu smiled and said, "It's alright, I won't buy it."

The sales assistant gave Meng Shu a grateful look.

Meng Shubao laughed.

Anyway, she didn't come here to buy clothes today.

However, her not buying it doesn't mean she'll give it to someone from Japan.

So, Mi Gonghao happily picked up the skirt and prepared to go to the fitting room.

Meng Shu suddenly stood in front of her.

When the two stood together, Meng Shu was exactly half a head taller than her.

Meng Shu lowered her eyes and looked down at him, saying, "Miss Mi Gong, you are Japanese, aren't you?"

Mi Gonghao smiled and nodded, his manner gentle, generous, and extremely polite.

Meng Shu smiled thoughtfully, "I've heard that the Japanese are polite in small ways but lack righteousness in big ways. It's true what they say, seeing is believing."

This statement couldn't be more straightforward.

Unfortunately, the others present did not understand the deeper meaning.

However, Mi Gonghaoxiang understood.

Because her expression immediately changed, and a gloomy light flashed in her eyes.

Meng Shu's cold voice rang out, "I'm sorry, Miss Mi Gong, I'm afraid we can't sell you this set."

"Miss Meng, why is that?" Mi Gonghao asked with a puzzled look.

A glint flashed in Meng Shu's eyes.

Coincidentally, she also designed this outfit.

Inspired by the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan, it was sold exclusively to Chinese people.

She looked at everyone quietly, her words resounding with conviction.

"Because you stand on red soil, and this outfit was designed to commemorate the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan, Japanese people are not worthy of buying it!"

Upon hearing this, Mi Gonghaoxiang's fake smile could no longer be maintained.

The people standing nearby were also stunned, looking at each other, at a loss for what to do.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

After realizing what had happened, He Xiaoman's face turned green, and she felt a little worried.

She can't possibly bear such a big hat.

However, she didn't want to lose face in front of her friends.

Most importantly, Mi Gonghaoxiang's identity is far from ordinary, and she cannot afford to offend her.

After thinking it over for a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Meng Shu, this is my family's shop. I can sell it to whomever I want. Who are you to interfere?"

Meng Shu looked at her mockingly, thinking, "She's both stupid and wicked."

As she spoke, He Xiaoman respectfully presented the dress to Mi Gonghaoxiang, saying, "Miss Mi Gong, please feel free to try it on. I'm in charge of this store, so don't pay attention to what others say."

“Miss He, do you know what this means?” Meng Shu’s voice was low, his eyes filled with anger.

"Meng Shu, listen carefully, our family prioritizes Japanese citizens!"

Meng Shu stared at her intently, his eyes filled with a chilling light. "He Xiaoman, are you sure?"

He Xiaoman put her hands on her hips and said dismissively.

"Meng Shu, don't drag me into this with your patriotism. Stop using patriotism to blackmail me. I just like Japan, what can you do about it?"

At this moment, Meng Yuxuan also tried to smooth things over, saying, "Xiao Shu, it's just a piece of clothing. What does it have to do with whether you love your country or not?"

Besides, this isn't Ms. American Communist Party's fault. We live in peacetime; publicly excluding international friends shows such pettiness. What will people think of us Chinese?

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Meng Shu's cold gaze swept over her, his sharp eyes like a dagger.

Meng Yuxuan was startled and immediately dared not even breathe, quietly hiding behind Zhou Piaopiao.

This scene immediately ignited Zhou Piaopiao and the others' anger.

An orphan from the slums, without parents, dared to lecture such pampered young ladies.

These lowly people who only deserve to be their lapdogs dare to give them attitude in public. Do they really think they are easy to bully?

If we don't teach her a lesson, people will laugh at us!

"Meng Yuxuan, do you have any ambition at all?" Zhou Piaopiao looked at Meng Yuxuan with disdain in her eyes.

Meng Yuxuan stepped out from behind Zhou Piaopiao and said softly, "Xiao Shu, you should apologize to Miss Mi Gong quickly, otherwise I can't help you."

Meng Shu completely ignored Meng Yuxuan. She stared at He Xiaoman, her tone laced with a hint of murderous intent, "He Xiaoman, are you really going to sell yourself to the Japanese?"

He Xiaoman spat and said fiercely, "What's it to you?"

Meng Shu glanced at Mi Gonghao, who had already changed his clothes.

Her gaze was fixed on the national flag in the upper right corner of her clothes.

That dazzling red pierced her heart.

It’s ridiculous.

How ironic.

So shameless.

It's only been a few years, and they've already forgotten the national humiliation.

They don't deserve to be Chinese!

Meng Shu bit her lip tightly and calmly pulled up the official website announcement.

"He Xiaoman, look carefully, this set is only sold to Chinese people!"

Unexpectedly, He Xiaoman didn't even look at her, and arrogantly pointed her finger, "Meng Shu, get out of my shop right now!"

Mi Gonghaoxiang stared at Meng Shu, a hint of malice flashing in her eyes, but an innocent smile on her face.

Seeing the three of them so disrespectful of their ancestors, Meng Shu smiled bitterly and then began to applaud.

"Good job!"

"Well done!"

"Good job!"

Say the important thing three times!

Upon seeing this, Zhou Piaopiao and He Xiaoman were completely stunned.

Even Meng Yuxuan was completely baffled.

Has Meng Shu gone mad?

He can still laugh even after being humiliated in public.

That's right. Meng Shu has an exceptionally thick skin; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so shameless as to come to her house and occupy her room.

Meng Yuxuan forgot that it was her family who were the ones who monopolized Meng Shu's things!

Mi Gonghaoxiang, standing to the side, smiled thoughtfully.

Meng Shu crossed his arms around his waist, his pitying gaze sweeping over the three of them one by one.

Finally, he glanced at Mi Gonghaoxiang indifferently and said, "Miss Mi Gong, you are a smart person. I hope you won't regret what you did today!"

After that, he left without looking back.

He Xiaoman cursed at Meng Shu's retreating figure, "You shameless, poor bastard, who do you think you are! Bah, you dare to lecture Miss Mi Gong? Are you out of your mind?"

In Zhou Piaopiao and the others' eyes, Meng Shu was essentially fleeing in disarray.

They were as triumphant as if they had won a battle, beaming with pride.

Then, she began to comfortably try on clothes in the store.

As luck would have it, Mi Gonghaoxiang bought all the styles that Meng Shu had selected.

The three of them changed into traditional Chinese clothes, took a beautiful group photo, and posted it on their WeChat Moments.

Meng Yuxuan, on the other hand, stood blankly to the side, looking restless.

Mi Gonghao smiled and said, "Miss Meng, why don't you try on the clothes?"

Meng Yuxuan forced a smile. "You don't understand Meng Shu. I'm worried she'll go home and complain. If Dad finds out what happened today, he definitely won't let me off easily. You don't know, my dad really likes her."

He Xiaoman sneered, "Meng Yuxuan, you're not your father's biological child, are you? Otherwise, why would your father be so biased?"

“How could that be?” Meng Yuxuan immediately retorted.

But thinking of her mother's panicked state last time, a sense of unease welled up inside her.

Zhou Piaopiao said dismissively, "What's the panic? This has nothing to do with you."

Meng Yuxuan breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Miss Zhou, what about tonight's banquet? I've already told Meng Shu. Should we still bring her?"

"Meng Shu, does she deserve it?"

Meng Yuxuan smiled and nodded, "I understand. Don't worry, I won't bring her into your way."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Piaopiao didn't even look up, saying, "As for you, you don't need to come either."