Chapter 106 — Who Said I Was Giving It to You? Please Vote and Add to Collection
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That sudden stunt Wei Zhao had just pulled left Tang Yun completely bewildered. Wei Zhao, selling at a street stall? When she had seen him earlier, hadn't he shown up in a sports car? How could he possibly have been running a street stall?
And what was more, he was obviously the same as her—a high school student, still studying at school. How could he be married? And his wife was pregnant at that? Tang Yun rubbed her eyes. Had she simply been too worn out these past couple of days, and was Wei Zhao just too infuriating, so that she had started having hallucinations? Otherwise, how could she possibly have run into a person like Wei Zhao in a place like this?
But no matter what, whether that person had really been Wei Zhao or not, Tang Yun could not help feeling that he was somewhat detestable. She had laid eyes on that dress first, and before she even had a chance to settle on a price, he had snatched it up right from under her nose. Absolutely infuriating.
Fuming inwardly, Tang Yun hung her head and headed toward the food street. She had finally worked up the courage to come buy herself a couple of new outfits, and yet...
"Ah—" She had barely taken two steps when she nearly bumped into the person in front of her. Startled, she instinctively jumped back, and when she looked up, there was Wei Zhao standing right in front of her, beaming. "What... what are you doing standing there? You scared me half to death!"
"Here's the dress," Wei Zhao said, holding it out in front of Tang Yun.
"Didn't you buy that for your wife?" Tang Yun knitted her brows, not quite understanding what Wei Zhao meant.
"Heh, that was just a bargaining trick. I don't have a wife at all—I was simply trying to get his wholesale price out of him." Wei Zhao shrugged. "Wasn't it because you can't haggle, and I was afraid you'd get fleeced, that I stepped in?"
"Oh..." Tang Yun finally understood why Wei Zhao had said all that earlier. So it had just been a way to drive down the price. Which meant the dress he had bought was meant to be given to her? The very thought made her even more disgusted. She certainly was not going to accept a dress from Wei Zhao. If she wanted something like that, all she had to do was say the word at school, and plenty of boys would be scrambling to be the first to offer it to her. But she did not like things like that.
"Here, take it." Wei Zhao pressed the dress into Tang Yun's hands.
"I don't want anything of yours. Go return it." Tang Yun sidestepped out of reach and said coldly.
"Who said I was giving it to you? Give me the money." Wei Zhao, torn between laughter and tears, said, "It was forty-five, you know."
"Huh?" Tang Yun blinked, caught off guard. She had not expected Wei Zhao to suddenly demand money from her. Hadn't he bought the dress to curry favor with her, to give it to her as a gift? Why was he turning around and asking her to pay?
Could it be that he was simply toying with her? At the thought, Tang Yun's heart ached. She wanted to turn around and walk off, ignoring Wei Zhao entirely, but she hesitated. This dress was one she genuinely loved. Earlier, when that seller would not come down from two hundred yuan, not even a single yuan off, Tang Yun had still felt a powerful urge to buy it...
But then she reminded herself: even if Wei Zhao was the one who had brought the dress to her, once she paid for it with her own money, it would have nothing to do with him. That was right—if she bought it herself, what did it have to do with him?
With that, Tang Yun took her wallet out of her pocket. The money inside did not add up to more than a little over two hundred yuan—her entire living allowance for the month. She pulled out a fifty-yuan note and handed it to Wei Zhao. "Here."
Without a word, Wei Zhao took the money, fumbled in his pocket for quite a while, then produced four one-yuan coins. "I don't have any change. Can I owe you a yuan?"