Chapter 45: Yan Gui Xing is Angry
The sudden voice behind them startled the three women. They instinctively glanced at each other, seeking answers.
Whether the answer was affirmative or negative was no longer important.
Having received a unanimous answer, they simultaneously looked at the large mirror covering the entire wall beside them.
The man in the mirror was wearing a dark blue deep-V satin shirt and black slim-fit trousers. The dark clothes made his figure appear even taller and more imposing.
His crimson lips curled into a sharp arc, his lake-green eyes icy cold, like the early spring river water with a thin layer of ice, piercingly cold.
Yan Gui Xing was a true veteran of the battlefield, having fought insectoids. The heavy aura of blood and killing had seeped into his bones.
Normally well-controlled, hints of this murderous aura would occasionally escape, depending on his mood.
When his aura was fully unleashed, even seasoned veterans like Achi and Sha Xia couldn’t withstand it, let alone three ordinary young women.
His mood was foul, but he was mindful that he was facing ordinary citizens, not his soldiers, so he restrained himself somewhat.
Even so, it was enough to terrify the three young women raised in the Empire’s sun.
The oldest saleswoman was the most timid of the three. She had only listened and not spoken, so she was the first to apologize and beg for forgiveness.
Yan Gui Xing’s icy green eyes fell upon her, and he said nothing, simply watching.
For a moment, the oldest saleswoman felt like she was being targeted by a giant python. Fear tightened around her neck like an invisible rope, the sensation of suffocation making her breathing ragged.
Cold sweat poured from her face and body, her blood rushing back to her heart, her hands numb with cold. Just as she was about to kneel and beg for mercy, the deathly gaze shifted from her.
She had been spared. Yan Gui Xing dismissed her with an impatient wave of his hand.
The oldest saleswoman didn’t dare linger, bowing frantically and thanking Shangjiang Yan as she hurried away.
The two remaining saleswomen were also terrified, their hands and feet ice-cold. Perhaps due to their youth, or perhaps from fear turning into defiance, after exchanging glances, they surprisingly found their fear subsided.
The attractive saleswoman, her greedy gaze lingering on Yan Gui Xing’s handsome face, spoke before he could.
“Yes! I do have opinions about Mr. Yan’s lover!”
Her words were firm and clear, stunning not only Yan Gui Xing but also the manager, who had rushed over with a black jewelry box and a formal dress, but was still a step behind.
A heavy silence fell over the fifty-square-meter fitting room, the air seeming to stagnate, the air conditioners on the ceiling working overtime to make the space even colder.
No matter how large this luxury store was, it was still located within a mall, with a maximum area of six hundred square meters.
Although the lounge was some distance from the fitting room, the oldest saleswoman had run away crying. Achi, who had been resting with his eyes closed on the sofa, sat up sharply upon hearing her muffled sobs.
Sha Xia, seeing Achi’s movement, thought something had happened to Yan Gui Xing and was terrified, gesturing to Luo Tang to follow him while the others guarded the front and back entrances.
From the time Achi and Sha Xia got up to their arrival in the fitting room took only a minute.
In that short minute, Yan Gui Xing’s icy demeanor vanished, replaced by a smile, his crimson lips curled into an unruly arc, his amused gaze falling upon the overly formal beauty of the saleswoman’s face.
“Is that so?” Yan Gui Xing’s voice was lazy and charming. “Tell me, what are your opinions?”
Seeing Yan Gui Xing’s change in attitude, the saleswoman thought her boldness had piqued his interest, her eyes shining with barely suppressed delight.
“Mr. Yan, your lover is not worthy of you!” The saleswoman emphasized the word “lover.” “He’s so old, yet he still repeats words, clearly pretending to be cute! And he’s wearing tape on his face, not even daring to show his face fully; clearly an ugly duckling!”
Achi, Sha Xia, and Luo Tang, who had just arrived, heard this and stopped dead in their tracks, their gazes assessing the saleswoman, unable to understand her suicidal behavior.
Didn’t they see their boss smiling menacingly? That was the prelude to a massacre!
Wait! A massacre!
A string in Achi’s mind snapped. Regardless of Yan Gui Xing’s cold expression, he rushed to his side, desperately pleading, “Boss, the young master is still trying on clothes inside. He’s timid; don’t scare him.”
Yan Gui Xing understood that Achi was trying to prevent him from getting angry, especially at this crucial moment; making a scene in public would be detrimental to the election.
To hell with the election!
Yan Gui Xing’s eyes blazed with fury; he coldly glared at Achi, intending to end this.
Though Achi had been targeted with a fierce glare, he had managed to calm Yan Gui Xing down. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another troublemaker emerged.
The other saleswoman, who had been silent until now, saw the attractive saleswoman’s bravery and Yan Gui Xing’s lack of anger, and decided to join in.
Rolling her eyes, she spoke in a sweet, breathy voice, “Shangjiang Yan, your lover is quite bold. Despite being deaf and slow, he’s still pretending to deceive you!”
Yan Gui Xing cherished Mu Mu and couldn’t bear anyone speaking ill of him. This saleswoman, however, had targeted Mu Mu’s weaknesses, deliberately provoking Yan Gui Xing, showing remarkable boldness.
Yan Gui Xing lowered his head, his long lashes shielding his murderous gaze, and shook his head slightly, letting out a soft chuckle.
Achi, Sha Xia, Luo Tang, and the pale manager, hearing this chuckle, were terrified.
Achi quickly tried to figure out how to stop Yan Gui Xing’s anger; he despaired at the thought that even he, Sha Xia, and Luo Tang combined might not be able to stop him, when the person who could calm Yan Gui Xing down appeared.
The fitting room door, which had been closed tightly, slowly creaked open.
Mu Mu emerged, wearing a semi-sheer white lace shirt with light purple silk ribbons tied into bows at the collar and cuffs, paired with creamy white shorts with light purple stitching, and lace ankle socks.
Mu Mu unexpectedly suited the lace and ribbons. Surrounded by white and purple, he needed to do nothing but stand there to resemble a little prince from an old-earth painting.
The half-covered face, the visible khaki-colored rib fracture brace under the lace, and the purplish bruises added a fragile beauty to the image.
Like a child eager to show off a new outfit to his parents, he rushed towards Yan Gui Xing, ignoring his limp.