Sweet Wife in My Arms

them with envy and jealousy.

Yan Huan continued to shuffle through the clothes on the rack, and pulled out a red dress from the middle.

In fact, she did not really like to wear red, but she wanted to look like fire in this season.

She walked into the fitting room and tried on the clothes.
When she walked out, the salesperson who was standing at the side was stunned.

“You have such a beautiful figure, and your skin is so fair.
This dress compliments you perfectly.”

It was rather hard to wear it without looking like a clown as the color was very bright.
The slim-fit design would also expose all the flaws of those who did not have a good figure.

Women with a slender figure would look even prettier in it, while those with poorer figures would look the opposite.

A woman strutted out and came to stand beside Yan Huan.
She was the one who had snatched Yan Huan’s dress away just now.
Yan Huan was actually wearing the same dress as her, albeit in a different color.

The one on Yan Huan was red, while the other woman was wearing one that was sapphire blue.
Regardless of the color, both would need someone fair to pull it off nicely.
Otherwise, it would look terrible.

Yan Huan glanced at the woman beside her through the corners of her eyes.
She had already put on the sapphire blue dress, but she was not tall enough, and had yellowish skin.
Her hair was also not styled, and her skin was in bad condition.

Hence, Yan Huan could only use the word ugly to describe her.

However, she might just be really confident in herself, and Yan Huan had never been one to stick her nose in someone else’s business.

“You really do look like Yan Huan,” another salesperson sighed in admiration.

“Yes, many people have said so,” Yan Huan replied with a reserved smile.
She was wearing a pair of black rimmed glasses and a pair of flats, so perhaps she had a softer aura compared to when she was on screen.
Now, she seemed just like a college student.

No one knew that she was already an old woman.

She handed over her card.
The clothes racked up a total of around 2,000 yuan, but she paid without blinking.

Right after she made her payment, the tanned, skinny woman walked toward her and got ready to pay.

“Your total would be 2,580 yuan,” the cashier spoke with a bright smile.

“What? 2,580 yuan?” Sun Yuhan could not believe what she heard.
“Why is it so expensive?”

It was worth nearly three months of her salary.
The clothes were not edible, and were made up of just a few pieces of cloth.
There were other shops that would sell apparel for a few hundred yuan, but it was almost 3,000 yuan here.

The cashier remained smiling and maintained a good attitude.
The selling point of a franchise would be the quality of the service, aside from the clothes.

“Miss, here are your clothes.” Another salesperson handed over the bagged clothes to Yan Huan, who accepted it with a nod of thanks.

Her delicate facial features looked radiant and enchanting, an aura of elegance permeating her every move.
It was something that came from within, which was not something that could be compared with mere clothing or external appearance.

She had been alive for so long, and had gone through all sorts of ups and downs.
It was as if her heart was cruising through a plateau, neither going up nor down.
It just remained level and flat.

Without knowing why, Sun Yuhan did not like the woman beside her.
Perhaps she was so pretty that she could not help but grumble in her heart: I wonder who’s her sugar daddy, since she looks so slutty.

Women should be down to earth, just like her.
She even bought a house and everything with her own effort.
Of course, it was not that she could not afford the clothes.

She handed over her card, but to be honest, she was slightly distressed by it.

It was almost 3,000 yuan, which was three months of her salary in the past.