Chapter 112: Humiliated by Someone

Chai Jin hurriedly picked up Chai Xiaoshan and placed her on his lap, coaxing her: "Tell your brother what happened."

Liu Qingwen also realized something was wrong: "Sister Li, did someone bully you?"

Wang Xiaoli struggled to steady her emotions, speaking hesitantly and looking quite fragile: "No, nothing. Forget it, let's just go home."

Chai Jin frowned: "Sit down. Tell me first what happened."

"That's right, Sister Li, don't keep it bottled up. Tell us, I, Liu Qingwen, will help you get justice." Liu Qingwen was impatient.

Wang Xiaoli didn't want them to get into a fight. She had seen Chai Jin's temper back in Yuanli County a few times. Chai Xiaoshan, being young and innocent, didn't think too much and started to explain through her tears.

It turned out that after waiting at home for a long time without seeing Chai Jin and the others return, and finding the courtyard stuffy, Wang Xiaoli had decided to take Chai Xiaoshan out for some fresh air. While passing a clothing store, she saw a men's shirt in the window that she thought would look great on Chai Jin, so she went inside to buy it. However, she retreated the moment she saw the price—over two thousand yuan!

Although Wang Xiaoli’s salary at the distillery was considered high, at over three hundred yuan a month, she sent most of it to her parents, so she didn't have that kind of money on her. Embarrassed, she prepared to leave. Suddenly, the shopkeeper cursed from behind: "Out-of-town bumpkins, poor wretches, don't get your dirt on my clothes!"

Chai Xiaoshan, being a little spitfire, didn't know any better and retorted, "We aren't poor! My brother has lots of money!"

Seeing the child talk back, the shopkeeper flew into a rage, rushed over, slapped her, and scolded: "You little brat, how dare you talk back! Get back to your hometown and farm the fields!"

Wang Xiaoli couldn't just stand by and watch Xiaoshan get hit. She didn't hold back and slapped the shopkeeper right back. A scuffle ensued, and the shopkeeper called over several clerks to beat Wang Xiaoli. Being outnumbered, the two of them eventually managed to run away.

Only then did Chai Jin notice the scratch marks from fingernails on Wang Xiaoli’s neck. He brushed her hair aside: "Did the people at that shop do this too?"

Wang Xiaoli pulled away: "Chai Jin, forget it. Don't fight with them."

Chai Jin took a deep breath: "Why are you like my sister? Always swallowing the pain when you're bullied." He then glanced at Liu Qingwen, who was already fuming with rage.

Liu Qingwen understood immediately. He took out his mobile phone and made a call, his voice booming: "Tell me, how many people have you brought in now?"

"Fine, send two vans over. Nanzha District, Shenhai Road..."

Wang Xiaoli’s beautiful face filled with anxiety, and she instinctively grabbed Chai Jin’s hand: "Stop it, don't fight them. How about we just go back and scold them instead?"

Chai Jin shook his head: "I didn't say I was going to fight." He looked at her and said, "Didn't they call you a bumpkin and a poor wretch? Get up, come with me to buy clothes."

Chai Jin set Chai Xiaoshan down and led her toward the store. The shop wasn't large, but it sold high-end imported men's and women's clothing, so the styles were exceptionally beautiful. The owner was a thin woman with a sour, mean-spirited look on her face, currently attending to other customers.

Wang Xiaoli followed behind, pulling at Chai Jin’s sleeve, still worried he might cause a scene. Chai Jin turned back and smiled: "Even if the sky falls today, I can hold it up. Let's get you some clothes first."

He led her to the women’s section. A saleswoman ran over with a hypocritical smile, but upon recognizing Wang Xiaoli, her face fell instantly, and she prepared to vent her temper.

Chai Jin smiled from the side: "What, afraid I can't afford it?" As he spoke, he pulled a thick stack of cash from his pocket.

The saleswoman’s expression changed instantly; she began fawning over him, calling him every honorific in the book, looking as if she would gladly polish his shoes clean.

Wang Xiaoli felt increasingly strange watching Chai Jin. "This isn't like him. Why is he actually buying me clothes?"

Indeed, Chai Jin kept picking out clothes for her to try on, starting with a white dress that was a replica of a style worn by Hong Kong stars. When Wang Xiaoli stepped out wearing it, the surrounding area fell into a dead silence. Can a person’s beauty truly mesmerize the masses? In Wang Xiaoli’s case, it absolutely could.

When she had arrived from Yuanli County, most people on the street would glance past her without noticing her looks because of her clothes. But now, with just a change into something slightly more fashionable, she was instantly stunning.

Chai Xiaoshan covered her mouth: "Sister Xiaoli is so beautiful! Chai Jin, you have to work hard to marry her, you hear? Dad says this is how we improve the Chai family's genes." She didn't understand what genes were, only that what Chai Minguo said made sense.

Wang Xiaoli felt embarrassed being stared at by so many people. Especially since she was used to wearing long trousers, having her calves exposed felt very uncomfortable. She trotted over to Chai Jin: "Is it really okay to dress like this?"

"It’s great! Why wouldn't it be?"

"Miss, your boyfriend has such great taste!" the saleswoman chimed in with compliments. She had to admit, she was genuinely stunned by Wang Xiaoli’s transformation. It was a true ugly-duckling-to-swan moment. Just a moment ago, they were mocking Wang Xiaoli for looking like an uneducated youth from the seventies.

Chai Jin smiled: "Your beauty shouldn't be buried in dust. Let me pick out a few more sets for you."

Later, Chai Jin even chose a pair of tight-fitting jeans for her. These were hard to find at the time, as most were wide-legged. The jeans accentuated Wang Xiaoli’s beautiful long legs perfectly. She was a bit worried, feeling almost as if she wasn't wearing trousers at all, until he bought a long, short-sleeved top to cover her hips, which put her at ease.

After picking out several sets of clothes and shoes, the saleswoman enthusiastically led them to pay. The shop owner’s attitude had also shifted, but she felt puzzled. This man was clearly wealthy enough to drop several hundred yuan on clothes for his girlfriend, so why did he not mention the fact that she had just beaten her up?

Just as she was wondering, Chai Jin looked at Wang Xiaoli, who was standing straight and slightly restrained behind him. He turned to the owner: "Boss, if I were to buy everything in your store, how much would it cost?"

The owner covered her mouth and chuckled: "Why are you asking that, sir?"

Chai Jin smiled with deep meaning: "I want to buy it."