Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 450: Huo Xingzhou, Don’t Let Us Down

Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Huo Xingzhou, Don’t Let Us Down

The beautiful sales associate revealed a formulaic smile and gently asked, "May I ask if your surname is Qiao?"

Qiao Xi sensed something was amiss, recalling what Old Chen had mentioned about them being followed; she knew today’s trip out wouldn’t be easy.

Perhaps the Lu Family and the Xiang Family had some surprises waiting for her.

Yet, when faced with the sales associate’s inquiry, Qiao Xi calmly said, "Yes, my surname is Qiao."

The beautiful sales associate said with a smile, "I’m sorry, Miss Qiao. Our store is not serving any customers surnamed Qiao today." Her words were apologetic, but her tone lacked any sincerity.

Today, they all received a notice from the prestigious Lu Family’s Young Master, forbidding service to anyone surnamed Qiao. All twenty high-end brands on this entire floor were the same, none could serve them.

They weren’t idiots; there were no prestigious, noble families surnamed Qiao in the Imperial Capital.

They assumed this person was just a nouveau riche who had offended Lu Yan; why offend Young Master Lu for a commoner?

This beautiful sales associate, named Bai Yue, was one of Lu Yan’s women and had rolled in bed with him just last night.

She had just received a text from Lu Yan, instructing her to ridicule a young woman surnamed Qiao thoroughly.

She asked Lu Yan who this person was; Lu Yan referred to her simply as a woman who doesn’t know her place.

It must be the one standing before her.

Gazing at her facial features, Bai Yue’s imagination ran wild, fearing that Lu Yan had taken a liking to this woman.

She had to humiliate her properly!

"Miss Qiao, please don’t delay other customers here. Many distinguished guests are selecting gowns at our store for the Guan Family patriarch’s birthday celebration," Bai Yue said with a sweet smile, but her words were rather unpleasant.

Sun Weimeng just couldn’t tolerate this attitude, "Is this store yours? They’re distinguished guests, and we’re not? Specifically blocking customers surnamed Qiao, is there any rule saying I, surname Sun, can’t enter?"

"Sir, we are simply following our superiors’ notices and rules. Please don’t make things difficult for a mere sales associate," Bai Yue said innocently, but her eyes carried a hint of provocation.

Qiao Xi didn’t get angry; she had seen this kind of annoying trick just the day before. She tugged at Young Master Sun’s clothes and said, "Let’s go, to another store."

Sun Weimeng spit in contempt, treating the disrespectful with even less respect, "Pah, to look down upon others with dog eyes! Your store doesn’t even have many pieces by Master Irina’s latest designs; you can’t even gather a complete set of ten items."

Master Irina’s Autumn/Winter new collection, Divine Descent Series, consisted of ten gowns, but this store only showcased half of them.

Bai Yue’s expression cooled somewhat, her tone carrying an unmistakable sense of superiority, "We may not have the entire Divine Descent series, but we are the most complete store in the Imperial Capital. Master Irina’s main stage is abroad, and each release is limited edition."

Bai Yue raised her chin, looking at Qiao Xi and Sun Weimeng, "Do you also wish to purchase a gown from the Divine Descent series? That’s intended for young women from prestigious families. What stature do you think you have? Besides, even if you switch stores today, it’ll be the same! None of the twenty top-floor luxury stores will serve anyone surnamed Qiao!"

Sun Weimeng’s temper flared, "What do you all count for! Twenty stores, right? My elder brother Huo Xing..."

He hadn’t finished speaking.

Bai Yue rudely interrupted, "Please leave."

Her sole intent was to fulfill the task given by Lu Yan, eager to return and claim her reward.

In the store’s lounge, the pampered young ladies being served one-on-one all looked sideways, leisurely sipping their tea while watching the spectacle unfold.

Whispers and curious glances fell on the newcomer, Qiao Xi.

Previously, vain women who ventured to the top floor were driven out, leaving in disgrace.

Surely this woman was no different.

"She’s really quite beautiful, and looks somewhat familiar too."

"Pity her, offending Lu Yan. Everyone knows Lu Yan is the little overlord of the Imperial Capital. Those of higher status wouldn’t stoop to such actions, and the other dissolute young masters can’t compare to the Lu Family."

So Lu Yan was uniquely incorrigible.

Qiao Xi’s expression remained indifferent as she took in the words around her. It seemed impossible for her to purchase a dress in these branded stores today.

Old Chen mentioned she was being followed; wherever she went, Lu Yan would surely use his wealth and connections to prevent her from finding a decent gown anywhere in the Imperial Capital.

"Qiao Xi."

The door of the fitting room inside swung open, and a woman in a black tassel dress emerged, with shiny black feathers adorning her shoulders. She was like an elegant and proud black swan, strutting over to Qiao Xi in her high heels.

It was Xiang Mingzhu!

She was wearing one of Master Irina’s new pieces.

Xiang Mingzhu looked at her with a smile, "How pitiable, not even able to afford a single dress. Bai Yue, go find her some of last year’s dresses from the warehouse."

"Sure, Miss Xiang. But I think she’s not fit to wear them anyway."

Bai Yue watched Xiang Mingzhu with a sycophantic gaze, saying the right words, but she didn’t actually move an inch. Instead, she stood aside, watching the drama unfold.

Xiang Mingzhu was Lu Yan’s cousin, and every time she came to the store, Bai Yue would treat her like a princess.

They complemented each other perfectly.

A smile spread across Qiao Xi’s fair face: "Miss Xiang, I didn’t expect you’d returned to the Imperial Capital. I thought you were still in Haicheng’s detention center, locked up for spreading rumors and causing trouble, isn’t that right?"

The news of Xiang Mingzhu’s detention had been suppressed, and it was said that she’d returned to the Imperial Capital in disgrace.

And with so many elite young ladies from the Imperial Capital inside this luxury store, Qiao Xi intended to burst the bubble.

"You... Qiao Xi..."

Xiang Mingzhu’s expression turned cold.

The wealthy young ladies around who were enjoying the spectacle began to look at Xiang Mingzhu differently—she had been in a detention center?

This was major gossip; the Xiang Family had kept it very well-hidden.

"Qiao Xi, do you think that once you’re in the Imperial Capital you can rest easy and attend the trial fitting convention? This is the Imperial Capital, and not even Huo Xingzhou can guarantee your safety here. Besides, he’s not by your side right now."

Xiang Mingzhu was haughty and domineering; she had suffered quite a bit at Qiao Xi’s hands before.

Now that Qiao Xi was on her turf, she had to take back everything!

Qiao Xi glanced at her and said, "Even if things go south, I am still Huo Xingzhou’s wife and of the Liu Family’s bloodline, so you needn’t worry."

The crowd of onlookers heard about the Huo Family and the Liu Family and looked at Qiao Xi with astonished eyes.

She was none other than Young Madam Huo!

National Doctor’s apprentice Qiao Xi!

Even though this was the Imperial Capital, they were daughters of second- and third-tier influential families, still not on par with Qiao Xi’s status and position.

The saying, "Imperial Capital’s Bell, Haicheng’s Liu’s" wasn’t just for laughs; only the progeny of the four great families could hope to compete with Qiao Xi for a moment of spirited rivalry.

Xiang Mingzhu wasn’t afraid, but they were!

Bai Yue’s face turned even whiter—Lu Yan had never mentioned that this woman was with the Huo Family! She was just a sales assistant; what if she were to be retaliated against?

Xiang Mingzhu, with her arms crossed, looked at Qiao Xi provocatively: "Keep being defiant, and let’s see what you’ll wear to the banquet."

Beside her, Sun Weimeng clenched his fist angrily, cursing, "Defiant my ass! You think slapping a few feathers on your shoulders makes you a phoenix? You forgot the pathetic scene of you admitting defeat and apologizing pitifully in front of my sister Qiao at the preliminary selection of the sewing convention?

You said my sister Qiao can’t get a dress from the top floor; what if she does?"

Xiang Mingzhu let out a cold laugh, "If Qiao Xi takes away a dress from the top floor, I’ll change my last name to hers!"

"Deal, you said it!"

Sun Weimeng squared his shoulders, deadly serious, "You just wait for me, little lord! If I can’t do it, I will kneel before you!"

Xiang Mingzhu mocked, "You don’t plan on begging from store to store, do you? That would be such an embarrassing sight! Even if you throw money at them, not a single sales assistant here would sell a dress to you!"

Sun Weimeng appeared full of bluster, but inside, he was panicking.

Huo Xingzhou, don’t let me down!

He had already thrown down the gauntlet!

Suddenly, one of the wealthy young onlookers exclaimed, "What’s happening over there!"