Chapter 122: 122: Princess Syndrome Flares Up

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Princess Syndrome Flares Up

Doing business outside the coal factory, it was only a matter of time before we ran into Zhao Xiaoling.

“What’s the big deal? What do you mean ‘ordinary people can’t get in’?” Zhao Xiaoling hadn’t seen Xia Chuyi, her head half-raised as she said to her girlfriend, “Later, I’ll take you to try it! It’s much cleaner and tastier than these roadside stalls that don’t make it to the big leagues!”

“That’s right, that’s right!” her girlfriend flattered her, “But this braised meat shop is really good, everyone who has eaten here says so!”

“Oh, is that so.” Zhao Xiaoling feigned interest, walking over with the plump girl.

“Boss, do you have any more braised meat?” Just as the plump girl shouted out, Zhao Xiaoling’s eyes met with Xia Chuyi’s.

“It’s you?” As soon as she spoke, Zhao Xiaoling’s tone was very unfriendly.

“It’s me.” Xia Chuyi replied indifferently.

It’s her, so what?

“You know each other?”

Zhao Xiaoling’s girlfriend noticed the two knew each other; initially surprised, she looked back and forth and realized their gazes were off, so she kept quiet.

Zhao Xiaoling looked at Xia Chuyi with unmistakable contempt.

She scoffed and said, “Are you here to help out?”

Zhao Xiaoling held her head high, scanning the shop that was neither big nor small, and said, “At least you know your place, gave up on working in the factory, otherwise…”

Her attitude became increasingly overbearing.

“This is my shop.” Xia Chuyi lifted her eyelids and glanced at her casually, her tone neither servile nor overbearing, “May I ask if there’s anything I can do for you two ladies?”

“What? Your shop?” Zhao Xiaoling exclaimed in surprise, her face filled with incredulous disbelief.

Xia Chuyi couldn’t be bothered with her, continuing, “If you’re here to buy braised dishes, we’ve sold out for today, please come early tomorrow.”

Having said that, she still busied herself with the work at hand.

“Xia Chuyi, is this really your shop?” Zhao Xiaoling clearly still refused to believe it.

“Yes, you’re not mistaken, this is my shop,” Xia Chuyi answered unhurriedly, her voice incredibly calm, “If you ladies don’t have any other business, please leave, we’re about to close.”

Her nonchalant tone instantly sparked Zhao Xiaoling’s displeasure.

“Xia Chuyi, what kind of attitude is that? Is that how you treat people? Do you think just because you’re the daughter of a martyr, you can look down on everyone else?” Zhao Xiaoling confronted her aggressively, ready to make accusations.

Xia Chuyi’s status as the daughter of a martyr, and her connection with Huo Shiqian, had always been a sore point for Zhao Xiaoling.

Xia Chuyi arched an eyebrow.

Who’s the one really looking down on others?

Does she think she’s a princess, expecting everyone else to hold her up?

“Xiao Gui, come over, let’s close up!” Not wanting to indulge Zhao Xiaoling’s princess-like temper, she called out loudly.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaogui immediately ran over: “Okay, sis!”

When he arrived and saw Zhao Xiaoling, he frowned: “Why is it this woman?”

Clearly, he wasn’t too fond of Zhao Xiaoling either.

Seeing Zhao Xiaogui, the treatment Zhao Xiaoling received from the Zhao family flashed through her mind.

“Xia Chuyi, do you think that just because you’ve stopped working in the factory and opened your own shop, I can’t do anything about you?” With new grievances piling on top of the old, Zhao Xiaoling’s gaze darkened.

Xia Chuyi looked at her without saying a word.

Has Zhao Xiaoling’s princess syndrome reached a terminal stage?

“What’s with you, woman, how do you speak?!” Zhao Xiaogui burst out, shouting.

Seeing he was just a kid, Zhao Xiaoling ignored him and continued to talk to Xia Chuyi, raising her chin, “Xia Chuyi, you’d better speak to me with some respect, and beg for my forgiveness. Maybe then I’ll consider letting you off.”