Chapter 9 She Is My Fiancée

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Lin Yang remained calm and composed, but Feng Yujiao and the other store clerks stared in utter shock, their faces full of disbelief.

Murong Yun’s beauty and poise were enough to stir envy in any woman who saw her.

How could such a stunning, ethereal woman fall for a worthless gambling addict? Wasn’t that the very image of a fresh flower being trampled by a swine?

“So what if he’s your boyfriend? Our store doesn’t welcome junkies and gambling losers,” Feng Yujiao snorted coldly.

“I was just wondering how a deadbeat gambler dared to shop here—turns out he’s caught the eye of a wealthy woman and become a kept man,” another chimed in. “Miss, let me give you some good advice: open your eyes. Even if you want to keep a pretty boy, don’t just look at his face. Be careful or you’ll end up being scammed.”

Feng Yujiao’s words were sharp and caustic.

“How noisy. How does a store like Gucci employ someone like you, let alone make you the manager?” Murong Yun knitted her brows.

“A dog bites Lu Dongbin, unable to recognize a good person. What business is it of yours that I’m the manager? Can you do anything about it? I simply refuse to serve you, what can you do? If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and complain!” Feng Yujiao, emboldened by the fact that her boyfriend was the store manager, showed no fear, and even berated Murong Yun as well.

A cold frost appeared on Murong Yun’s face.

“What can I do? I can smash your rice bowl,” Murong Yun declared domineeringly.

“Who do you think you’re scaring? Go ahead, I’d like to see how you’ll ruin my livelihood!” Feng Yujiao scoffed.

Murong Yun took out her phone but still glanced at Lin Yang for his opinion.

“Shall I teach her a lesson?”

“As you please,” Lin Yang replied blandly.

Without hesitation, Murong Yun called her secretary. “I’m at the Jiuding City Shopping Center—tell the owner of the Gucci boutique here to come see me immediately.”

“Putting on airs—who do you think you are, that one phone call could bring our boss here?” Feng Yujiao was still full of disdain. She knew exactly who owned this Gucci store.

The owner, Hou Guiwen, was a member of the Luo City Marriott Chamber of Commerce, holding a near monopoly on several luxury brands in the city. He was well-connected and powerful—a true big shot.

Murong Yun may not look ordinary, but there was no way someone of her status could summon Hou Guiwen with a simple phone call.

The other clerks were now silent, lacking Feng Yujiao’s confidence.

Murong Yun, having finished her call, couldn’t be bothered to argue further with Feng Yujiao. If it weren’t for Lin Yang’s sake, she wouldn’t have wasted her precious time on such trivial matters.

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Just then, more customers entered, and a clerk hurried over to greet them.

“Lin Yang?”

By coincidence, another familiar face appeared—Lin Yang’s former fiancée, Liu Fuyu.

Lin Yang glanced at Liu Fuyu but said nothing.

Liu Fuyu, however, scoffed. “I heard you were a junkie and a gambler. I thought you’d be dead by now. Who would’ve guessed you’d still be alive? Some people really are too stubborn to die.”

“Miss Liu, you know him?” Feng Yujiao asked. As store manager, she was well-acquainted with their VIP customer, Liu Fuyu.

“I’d recognize him even if he turned to dust,” Liu Fuyu sneered.

“Oh? Are your feelings for me really that deep, that you'd know me even if I became dust?” Lin Yang retorted.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I hope you die soon! What’s the point of a pathetic loser like you living? You’re just wasting air. If I were you, I’d have hanged myself long ago,” Liu Fuyu mocked.

“Miss Liu, you couldn’t be more right,” Feng Yujiao chimed in, delighted to find a kindred spirit.

“Are women always this hostile to you?” Murong Yun covered her mouth in a soft laugh.

“Sigh… I must have left the house on an unlucky day. Enemies really do cross paths,” Lin Yang sighed.

“Who is she? Another classmate?” Murong Yun asked.

“She was my fiancée, Liu Fuyu, eldest daughter of the Liu family,” Lin Yang explained.

“Watch your mouth, Lin! Who’s your fiancée?” Liu Fuyu immediately denied it. “We’ve long since had nothing to do with each other. Stop flattering yourself! Have you looked at what you’ve become? You think you’re worthy of me? Our engagement was the greatest shame of my life.”

Upon hearing the exchange, both Murong Yun and Feng Yujiao clearly understood the relationship between the two.

“I happen to think you’re not worthy of him. The eldest Miss of the Liu family—what’s there to be so proud of?” Murong Yun knew that for a man, dignity was everything.

Especially in a moment like this—one was the former desk mate who once liked Lin Yang, the other, his former fiancée. She had to stand up for Lin Yang now.

Liu Fuyu had already noticed Murong Yun. The woman’s beauty and presence filled her with jealousy. She had assumed Murong Yun was just another customer.

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“And who are you? Who said you could speak? Keep your mouth shut,” Liu Fuyu snapped. Already envious of Murong Yun, she seized this moment to vent her frustration and jealousy, pressing her advantage with the air of a true heiress.

Feng Yujiao immediately added, “Seems she’s a rich woman, keeping Lin Yang as her boy toy.”

“Pfft…” Liu Fuyu couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Keeping Lin the loser? Did I hear that right?”

“You heard right, Miss Liu, it’s true! She brought Lin Yang here to shop for clothes. I kindly tried to warn her not to be fooled, but some people just can’t recognize a good person when they see one. She even threatened to ruin my career, saying a single phone call would summon my boss here,” Feng Yujiao recounted the earlier events with dramatic flair.

Liu Fuyu laughed even harder. “Are you out of your mind? What a waste of that face, keeping this piece of trash!”

“And do you even know who owns this store? In Luo City, he’s a man of standing. Even if I called, there’s no guarantee Mr. Hou would come. Who do you think you are?”

“You want to give this worthless pretty boy a leg to stand on? You’re just not in his league.”

The two of them, Liu Fuyu and Feng Yujiao, played off each other like a comic duo, mocking Murong Yun and Lin Yang without mercy, entirely pleased with themselves.

Murong Yun, however, was unbothered. She smiled and asked Lin Yang, “Don’t they remind you of a pair of performing clowns?”

Lin Yang shook his head. “No.”

“Oh?” Murong Yun was momentarily taken aback.

“They’re not like clowns; they simply are clowns,” Lin Yang said, deadpan.

Murong Yun couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at his reply.

Indeed, in front of Murong Yun and Lin Yang, Liu Fuyu and Feng Yujiao were nothing more than petty buffoons.

“How dare you insult me!” Liu Fuyu, a spoiled and feisty heiress, couldn’t tolerate being called a clown to her face.

“I’m being generous. In truth, compared to me, you don’t even qualify as a clown,” Murong Yun retorted sharply, every word a blade that sent Liu Fuyu into a frenzy.