The girl stood there quietly, ethereal and exquisite, gentle and graceful, deeply stunning every pair of eyes. This dress indeed suited Yun Ya very well, encompassing both the purity and freshness of a young girl while retaining the gentle elegance of a woman, making her exceptionally eye-catching. Yun Ya was very satisfied, counting on it to astonish everyone tomorrow. Song Yiren looked at the small dress in her hands, discontentedly pouting her lips. Her radiant beauty didn’t suit these ethereal dresses. As her eyes darted around, she spotted Kang Jinxian standing to the side, with a slight frown, apparently lost in thought. She immediately pointed to the dress the girl was wearing and imperiously told the saleswoman, "We’ll take this dress." The saleswoman’s face was a picture of difficulty. Both customers were absolutely not to be offended, yet it was clear that the girl had tried the dress on first. There was a rule of first come, first served after all. "This dress was chosen first by this young lady...." Song Yiren was relentless, "I don’t care. I want this one, and if you don’t sell it to me, do you believe I will file a complaint against you?" The saleswoman hated dealing with these arrogant young ladies from wealthy families, but there was no helping it; they were indeed the ones she depended on for her livelihood, absolutely not to be offended. She was about to ask Yun Ya if she would like to buy it—fortunately for everyone if she didn’t, and if she did, to try to mediate carefully, so as not to offend Miss Song. At that moment, Ji Die couldn’t help but jump out and scold, "Are you reasonable at all? We saw the dress first, and only if we don’t want it does it become your turn. Modern children really are unbearable, with not a shred of manners." Aunt Die, who usually spoke softly and gently, was now openly cursing. Ten years indeed were long enough to change a person. Song Yiren clenched her teeth in anger, "You’re the one without manners. Your whole family lacks manners. I like it, and I’ll do as I please. Look at your poor, pathetic selves, can you even afford it? Don’t embarrass yourselves here." Seeing the situation escalating, the saleswoman became anxious. Kang Jinxian gently tugged at Song Yiren, "Yiren, let’s forget it and look elsewhere." The saleswoman looked at Kang Jinxian gratefully; Miss Kang was truly kind and good-natured. No wonder Lady Yun liked her so much. Song Yiren huffed, her gaze landing on the young girl, and it was then that she collided with the eyes of the other, who was looking back. Deep and profound, like an ancient well, swirling with a gentle smile. For some reason, Song Yiren’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat. So this was the Song Yiren who claimed to be Brother Yan’s childhood sweetheart—she was indeed pretty, but as for her temperament... Yun Ya’s eyes crinkled with a smile. She remembered the youth who once declared to her in a domineering tone, "Ji Yunya, we are childhood sweethearts and a perfect match, created for each other by heaven and earth. Who can you be with, if not me?" That look... Jinxian’s heart suddenly missed a beat, as if ensnared by an invisible net, leaving her somewhat breathless. Flashes of memories she had long sealed away flickered through her mind. "Ah Xian, this dress obviously suits you the best, you’ll surely look stunning in it, unlike some people who think they can turn into a Princess just by wearing a Princess’s dress? Don’t make me laugh." Such indirect mockery did not provoke any special emotion from Yun Ya. She maintained her gentle smile, with an aura of nobility and elegance overwhelming the aggressive Song Yiren and the demure Kang Jinxian, reducing them to nothingness. It was the ultimate irony in itself. The saleswoman internally mocked, "This girl looks even more like a Princess than either of you. Look at that poise, that figure. Even her little finger outclasses you, and you still have the nerve to say such things. Does your face not hurt?" The most update n0vels are published on novel⚑fire.net Yun Ya laughed softly, "A true Princess doesn’t need a dress to prove it; otherwise, isn’t that the Emperor’s new clothes?" With that said, she didn’t look at their faces any longer and turned to enter the dressing room. Song Yiren turned her head to look at Kang Jinxian, "What does she mean by that?" The saleswoman secretly rolled her eyes; Miss Song had a pretty face but not much sense. She’s being satirical about your foolishness and hypocrisy, deluding yourselves, and you can’t even pick that up. Kang Jinxian’s brow furrowed slightly. She looked in the direction of the fitting room, thoughtfulness flashing in her eyes. Before long, Yun Ya emerged from the dressing room dressed in her original clothes, handing the dress to the saleswoman. Song Yiren sneered, "What’s the matter, you can’t afford it, can you? Chanel isn’t something small folks like you can entertain." Yun Ya passed over a bank card, speaking pleasantly and politely, "Please wrap it up for me, thank you." The saleswoman looked at the card, its black surface branded with a peony in bloom and edged in gold revealing a modest opulence. The worldly saleswoman immediately recognized its value, instantly adopting a respectful demeanor as she took it with both hands.