Jiang Nan Fang Zhan Bei Jue

Chapter 62 Jiang Nan Fang Plays a Trick on Zhan Bei Jue

Ten minutes later, Jiang Nanfang, phone in hand, left the hotel lobby with the two children.

What bad luck. To have that happen with him again so carelessly, and he didn't even seem aware of it, never bothering to use protection...

She was in for it now!

To avoid any more life-altering accidents, she’d have to find a pharmacy to take care of things herself.

Sigh.

Flagging down a taxi, she got in and asked the driver, “Where’s a good pharmacy around here? Take me to one first.”

The younger child could tell what Jiang Nanfang was planning.

She wanted to buy medicine to nip her future little brother or sister in the bud? That wouldn’t do!

She was just wishing for Mommy to make up with Daddy and have a sibling for her soon!

Exchanging a look with her older brother, while their mother was asking the driver for directions, the two huddled together to discuss: “What should we do?”

Ruirui looked calm. “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of vitamin pills in my treasure bag. I’ll find a chance to swap them out for her later.”

After buying the medicine, the driver recommended a popular family-friendly restaurant.

Jiang Nanfang took the children to eat, play, and enjoy themselves. After taking the swapped pills, she realized it was getting late and hailed another taxi.

“Driver, take me to the cheapest clothing wholesale market.”

Fifteen yuan for the fare, and the car arrived at its destination.

The three of them got out and walked down an aisle for two minutes, noticing that all the clothing stores had similar vibes, styles, and tastes. She picked one nearby.

The three of them looked up, staring at the monotonous display of cheap suits on the wall. Jiang Nanfang asked,

“Which one do you think looks better, Sis?”

Ge’er: “…I don’t think any of them look good.”

“…How about you, Brother?”

“Daddy is handsome and has a great figure, so he’ll look good in anything.”

Good. That was the answer she wanted.

Jiang Nanfang casually pointed to a black one. “Boss, how much for this?”

“270.”

The two children were stunned: “??”

Jiang Nanfang: “It’s late at night, and you’re closing soon. Won’t you give me a discount?”

“It is a discounted price. I’m not adding anything extra because I’m closing soon; normally, I wouldn’t sell it for less than 300 less.”

“Give me an even better price, and I have a lot of friends. I’ll introduce them to patronize your business later.”

“Oh, miss, you’re so pretty and well-dressed, you don’t seem like someone who’s short on money. Running a small business is tough; please don’t haggle with me.”

Jiang Nanfang remained unfazed by his flattery. “Well, you’ve misjudged me. The clothes I’m wearing are all high-quality fakes; they’re not worth much.”

“If I wasn’t short on money, I wouldn’t be bringing the children here so late at night. Be quick about it; don’t make us go to another store. Just give me a final price and I’ll take it all.”

The boss smiled. “Alright, how much do you think is reasonable?”

Jiang Nanfang held up five fingers. “No more than this.”

“Fifty? Oh, miss, at this price, I can’t even afford to buy them.”

“I also need to buy pants and a shirt.”

“…”

“These pants and that white shirt, all together for 270, how about that?”

The boss looked conflicted. “Your price is too outrageous…”

“Not selling? Alright then. Since it’s so troublesome, I’ll go look at other stores.”

Jiang Nanfang grabbed the children’s hands and turned to leave. The boss quickly stopped her. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t rush off yet. Let’s talk it over again.”

Jiang Nanfang sighed. “This is all the money I have. If you’re not selling, there’s no point in talking.”

The boss put on a pained expression. “Could you add a little more?”

“I can’t, boss. I have two children to raise, and only my husband earns money. We’re really struggling.”

“…Fine, fine,” the boss said, putting on a show of losing out, and turned to pack the clothes for her.

“Remember to introduce more friends to my store in the future.”

You could buy clothes like this?

The two children were stunned by Jiang Nanfang’s performance.

On the way back, Jiang Nanfang told them.

“Don’t tell Daddy about what just happened. He’s used to luxury; he should experience common life.”

“This is a good thing, and I have my reasons. Don’t ruin my plan, you two.”

The two children pretended not to understand her. “Okay, Mommy.”

Upon returning, Jiang Nanfang booked a separate room for herself and then sent them to the top floor.

Zhan Beijue opened the door, wrapped in a bath towel. Watching the children go in, Jiang Nanfang stood at the doorway and handed him the clothes.

“The clothes you wanted.”

In Zhan Beijue’s twenty-nine years of life, not a single item of clothing, not even a pair of socks, had ever cost less than four figures.

He was accustomed to understatedly luxurious gift bags and boxes. It was the first time he’d seen clothes worth hundreds of thousands stuffed into a plastic bag.

As soon as it was handed over, it gave off a cheap plastic and ink smell. He immediately frowned. “Did you buy this for me?”

Jiang Nanfang’s expression was calm. “Yes.”

“Did Ah Zhong transfer the money to you like I asked?”

“He did.”

“Five hundred thousand?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“So you took five hundred thousand and bought me this?”

Jiang Nanfang maintained her calm expression. “Yes, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Zhan Beijue’s face darkened, looking as if he could devour someone. “What’s wrong, you ask? Jiang Nanfang, has your habit of not knowing your limits flared up again?”

“President Zhan, you asked me to buy clothes, only gave me the money and the size, and didn’t say what to buy. I bought them according to your size and with your money, so how could I not know my limits?”

“…How much did you spend?”

“Five hundred thousand,” Jiang Nanfang lied with a straight face. “There are tags inside; open it and see if you don’t believe me.”

The tags from the wholesale market were purely decorative, each marked with 88888 or 99999, offering no reference value.

Just from the bag and the smell, Zhan Beijue knew he’d been played, even if he were an idiot.

“Fine. You’re good. I miscalculated this time.”

He had underestimated Jiang Nanfang and stumbled. He admitted defeat.

“I don’t want these things. Get out. I’ll get the money back from you bit by bit.”

“We’ll see about that.”