護花近衛 - 第815章 豪門身份 - 墨香閣

No wonder Gou Huli had taken Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu for cleaning ladies. Both of them were in tracksuits, their faces and hair soaked and in complete disarray; at a glance, anyone would have taken them for country girls who had come to the city to work.

And Wei Zhao was dressed like a migrant laborer, a lawn mower in his hands — if not a gardener, then what?

So Gou Huli's first thought was that these two cleaning women and this one gardener had been playing water fights with the hose while the master of the house was away, and now the spray had caught her as well. How could she possibly let them off lightly?

Never mind a few little maids with no connections — even the residents of this villa, Gou Huli considered herself a cut above them all.

"She has already apologized. I would ask you to watch your language." At this point Wei Zhao was hardly going to stand by and watch Gu Mengyao be bullied, so he walked over and spoke to the woman. Insolent as she was, the young lady and Xiao Shu had after all doused her first, and the fault lay on their side, so Wei Zhao said no more than that.

"Apologize? What good is an apology?" Gou Huli glared and turned on Wei Zhao. "You, a gardener — what right do you have to speak to me? You little people have no right to speak to me at all. You do not even have the right to fart!"

Wei Zhao frowned. The woman's words were truly ugly. Had it not been that the fault was on their side, he would long since have stopped paying her any mind. But Wei Zhao was not an unreasonable man: "We have apologized. What more do you want?"

"What more do I want? Do you know how much this outfit cost? I bought it yesterday, and today is the first time I have worn it, and now look at it. This is an international brand — have you ever even seen one?" Gou Huli jabbed a finger at her own clothes and roared. "Talking to little people like you is a waste; you would not understand anyway!"

"We can compensate you for the clothes," Wei Zhao said mildly. Had she not been a woman, he might already have lost patience.

"Compensate? With what? Do you know how much my clothes cost? How much is your monthly wage? Sell yourselves and you still could not pay for them!" Gou Huli sneered, her eyes full of contempt.

"Just tell us the price," Gu Mengyao said. She too had come to detest this woman. True, the fault had been hers at first, but she had apologized and was willing to cover the woman's loss, yet the woman would not let it go and kept shrieking on and on.

"The price? Thirty-eight thousand!" Gou Huli said, looking at Gu Mengyao with pride.

"Oh. Wei Zhao, go get her forty thousand," Gu Mengyao said with a frown, her tone flat.

"Forty thousand? What a grand tone! I never imagined slaves working in rich people's houses could be so wealthy. And you — you look like a little vixen; I suppose you warm someone's bed at night too?" Gou Huli mocked, utterly without decency.

"Who are you calling a slave?" Gu Mengyao was getting annoyed. "I have paid you for the clothes. Take the money and go. We still have a house to scrub."

"Hmph! Pay? As if paying is enough? These clothes are an international brand — you cannot buy them even with money!" Seeing Gu Mengyao's attitude, Gou Huli was thoroughly displeased. A little fox spirit daring to speak to a lady of means like herself in such a way — it was infuriating!

"Then how did you buy them?" Wei Zhao glanced at the young lady, signaling her to hold her tongue and leave it to him, then said to Gou Huli: "If you could buy it, so can we. If you do not want the money, I can buy you an identical one."

It was not without reason that Wei Zhao dared to make such a boast. With Fatty Lai as his underling, he did not believe there was any garment this woman could buy that he could not.