Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? - Chapter 709

Chapter 709: That Was Supposed to Be a Lot of Money?

“You’d better not touch it. This is food! You have no idea how many bacteria you have on your hands. If you touch it, the customer may return the cake. Then, I’m afraid you don’t have enough money to pay us.” Thinking Ji Nuan was a timid pushover, the shop assistant rolled her eyes at her and pushed the cart with the cake aside.

Seeing the shop assistant so careful about the cake, Ji Nuan didn’t know she was despising her. She asked her, “Is this expensive?”

The shop assistant turned around to look at her up and down with measuring eyes. In her eyes, this woman was dressed well and fashionably but looked dumb, so she immediately taunted.

“Of course! It took us three days and nights to make this cake. Even the cake foundation is not cheap, let alone the exquisitely-made fondant decorations and cygnets. The whole cake cost one hundred and fifty-eight thousand yuan. You can only look at it but will never be able to afford it.”

Ji Nuan had no concept of money now. Hearing the number, she just nodded innocently. “OK…”

In her mind, a cake should be delicious stuff, but how much was one hundred and fifty-eight thousand yuan? That wasn’t supposed to be a lot of money, was it?

That was because Shenshen had taken her to many restaurants and hotels. Although she didn’t see Shenshen swipe his credit card like others, she did notice the prices of those restaurants and hotels were of six or seven-digit yuan.

But now this woman proudly told her this cake cost one hundred and fifty-eight thousand yuan, which was supposed to be a lot of money?

“Shocked?” Seeing Ji Nuan seemed to be at a loss, the shop assistant triumphantly snorted. “If you want to eat a cake, go to that cake shop diagonally across the street, where most cakes only cost several thousand or hundred yuan. The cakes sold in our shop are all pre-ordered high-grade fondant cakes. A random cake here will cost six-digit. You can’t afford them! Take a look and leave here! But don’t touch them! These cakes are very expensive. You will bring us big trouble if you ruin them!”

Ji Nuan nodded obediently and didn’t speak. She thought she’d better not bring troubles to Shenshen since the cakes were really expensive, so she turned and was about to leave.

Seeing her about to leave, the shop assistant snorted again and went about her business, ignoring her.

However, when Ji Nuan was about to go out of the door, a smartly dressed woman came in. She carried a bag and rushed in so quickly that she bumped into Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan couldn’t bear this kind of impact and her head began to ache. She could almost hardly stand and put her hand to a table to support her body. When she was about to look back, she heard the woman yelled at her.

“Are you blind? Why were you standing in my way?!”

Ji Nuan looked back at the woman with a jerk, and the latter paused and stared at Ji Nuan in surprise for quite a while.

“Ji Nuan?”

Ji Nuan was a bit angry because this woman bumped into her and was so rude, but she didn’t expect this woman to know her name, so she looked at her in surprise.

This woman was named Yiyi, who used to be a famous party girl in Hai City but immigrated to Argentina with her family when she was fifteen or sixteen.

Yiyi was on very good terms with Ji Mengran. Although Ji Mengran didn’t show to others how much she hated Ji Nuan when they were little, Yiyi always liked to pick on or even taunt Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan didn’t recognize her. She had lost her memory, and even if she hadn’t, she didn’t take this kind of triviality to her heart and might not be able to recognize Yiyi.

Seeing Ji Nuan looking at her blankly, Yiyi thought she was just too surprised, so she came up to her and looked at her up and down.

“It has been a long time. Ji Nuan, if I hadn’t seen you here, I would have forgotten about you. I haven’t heard from the girls in Hai City for many years. How are you doing? How about Ji Mengran? I haven’t contacted you and your sister for so many years.”

Ji Nuan didn’t recognize this woman, so she asked honestly, “Do I know you?”

Yiyi paused and her contemptuous eyes turned angry. She purposely said that she had almost forgotten about Ji Nuan to show her contempt for her, but Ji Nuan seemed not to remember her at all. Was she purposely ignoring her? How was it possible that she forgot her, one of her childhood playmates?

She must be doing this on purpose!

Yiyi snorted. “Fine, I don’t care whether you know me or not. I called Mengran several years ago and she told me you were married but didn’t tell me whom you married. After that, we lost contact. I wonder who marry our princess Ji. I’m so curious.”

Ji Nuan didn’t understand what she was talking about and had no impression of the name she mentioned. Her head was still aching. She turned around and wanted to go to Mo Jingshen.

Yiyi thought that Ji Nuan wanted to escape because she mentioned ‘marriage,’ so she suspected that Ji Nuan must be divorced or have an unhappy marriage, so she said tartly, “Tut, it seems that Princess Ji is badly off. Alas, don’t be sad. Many women don’t have a happy marriage. Just get used to it. After all, we’ll all die a few decades later.”

Then she smiled. “But I’m different. My husband is the first son of a distinguished family in Argentina and now is in charge of this island. Unlike you, I do have a happy marriage.”

At this time, that shop assistant came over with a fawning face. “Miss Yiyi, do you know this young lady? She seems to come in to look at the cakes. Just now she almost touched the cake you ordered. She was really shocked when I told her the price of the cake.”

Yiyi glanced at Ji Nuan with a contemptuous smile. “Shocked? At the price of the cake? Has the Ji Corporation gone bankrupt? I can’t believe Princess Ji can’t even afford a cake worth about a hundred thousand yuan?”

“Yes, yes, I recommended her to the cake shop diagonally across the street that is cheap and suits her, but she didn’t seem to understand my words. She looks like a moron. I think maybe she is really a moron…”