Jiang Nan Fang Zhan Bei Jue

Chapter 62 Jiang Nan Fang Plays a Trick on Zhan Bei Jue

Ten minutes later, Jiang Nan Fang, holding her phone, exited the hotel with the two children.

Unlucky. She had ended up in that situation with him again, muddled as she was, and he hadn't even been aware of it, never bothering to use protection…

She was in a sorry state!

To avoid any further regrettable accidents, she would have to find a pharmacy and take care of it herself.

Sigh.

She hailed a taxi and got in. Jiang Nan Fang asked the driver, "Where's a pharmacy nearby? Take me to one first."

The younger child could see what Jiang Nan Fang was planning.

She wanted to buy medicine to terminate her future younger sibling in the cradle? That wouldn't do!

She was eager for her mommy to reconcile with her daddy soon and have a younger brother or sister for her!

She shot a glance at her older brother and, while their mommy was asking the driver for directions, they huddled together to discuss: "What should we do?"

Rui Rui looked calm: "It's fine, I have plenty of vitamin pills in my treasure bag. I'll find a chance to switch them for her later."

After buying the medicine, the driver recommended a popular parent-child restaurant.

Jiang Nan Fang took the children to eat and play. After taking the swapped medicine, and seeing that it was getting late, she went out to hail another taxi.

"Driver, take me to the cheapest clothing wholesale market."

The fare was fifteen yuan. The car arrived at the destination.

The three of them got out and walked down an aisle for two minutes, noticing that all the clothing stores had similar styles, designs, and tastes. She chose one nearby.

The three of them tilted their heads, staring at the monotonous, cheap suits on the wall. Jiang Nan Fang asked.

"Which one do you think looks better, Sis?"

Ge'er: "...I don't think any of them look good."

"...How about you, Brother?"

"Daddy is handsome and has a great physique, so he'll look good in anything."

Good. That was the answer she wanted.

Jiang Nan Fang casually pointed to a black one: "Boss, how much is this?"

"270."

The two children were stunned: "??"

Jiang Nan Fang: "It's late at night and you're closing soon, won't you give me a discount?"

"It is a discounted price. I'm not charging more because I'm closing soon. Normally, I wouldn't sell it for less than 300."

"Give me a better price, I have many friends, and I'll introduce them to your business later."

"Oh, miss, you're so pretty and well-dressed, you don't seem like someone who lacks money. Running a small business is so difficult, please don't haggle with me."

Jiang Nan Fang was unfazed by his flattery: "Then you've really misjudged me. The clothes I wear are all high-grade fakes, they're not valuable."

"If I weren't short on money, I wouldn't be bringing the children here so late at night. Be quick about it, don't make us go to another store. Just give me a final price and I'll take it all."

The boss smiled: "Then tell me what you think is a fair price."

Jiang Nan Fang held up five fingers: "At most this much."

"Fifty? Oh dear, miss, I can't even get them at this price."

"I still need to buy pants and a shirt."

"..."

"These pants and that white shirt, all together for 270, is that okay?"

The boss looked troubled: "You're haggling too aggressively..."

"You're not selling? Alright then. Since it's so difficult, I'll go look at other stores."

Jiang Nan Fang pulled the children and turned to leave. The boss quickly stopped her: "Hey, hey, hey, don't rush off, let's talk it over properly."

Jiang Nan Fang sighed: "This is all the money I have. If you're not selling, there's no point in talking."

The boss put on a pained expression: "Add a bit more."

"I can't add any more, boss. I have two children to raise, and my husband is the only one earning money. We're really struggling."

"...Alright, alright," the boss said, acting as if he was taking a huge loss, and turned to pack the clothes for her.

"Remember to introduce more friends to my store in the future."

You could buy clothes like this?

The two children were astonished by Jiang Nan Fang's maneuverings.

On the way back, Jiang Nan Fang told them.

"Don't tell Daddy about what just happened. He's used to luxury, he should experience a more down-to-earth life."

"This is a good thing, I have my reasons. Don't you two ruin it for me."

They pretended not to understand her: "Okay, Mommy."

Upon returning, Jiang Nan Fang booked a separate room for herself and then took them to the top floor.

Zhan Bei Jue opened the door, wrapped in a bath towel. Seeing the children go in, Jiang Nan Fang stood at the door and handed him the clothes.

"The clothes you wanted."

In Zhan Bei Jue's twenty-nine years of life, all his clothes, no, even every pair of socks, had never cost less than four figures.

He was accustomed to understated luxury in packaging paper bags and boxes. It was the first time he saw clothes worth hundreds of thousands stuffed into a plastic bag.

As soon as it was handed over, it gave off a cheap plastic and ink smell. He immediately frowned: "Did you buy this for me?"

Jiang Nan Fang's expression was calm: "Yes."

"Did Ah Zhong transfer the money to you?"

"He did."

"Five hundred thousand?"

"Yes."

"So you took five hundred thousand and bought me this?"

Jiang Nan Fang continued with a calm expression: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Zhan Bei Jue's face darkened as if he could eat someone, "What's wrong, you ask? Jiang Nan Fang, has your habit of not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth resurfaced?"

"President Zhan, you asked me to buy clothes and only gave me the money and the size, but didn't say what to buy. I bought them according to your size and your money, so how can I be said to not know the immensity of heaven and earth?"

"...How much did you spend?"

"Five hundred thousand," Jiang Nan Fang lied with a straight face. "There are tags inside, open it yourself if you don't believe me."

The tags from the clothing wholesale market were purely decorative, each marked with 88888 or 99999, offering no reference value.

Judging by the bag and the smell alone, Zhan Bei Jue, no matter how foolish, knew he had been tricked by her.

"Fine. You're good. I miscalculated today."

He had underestimated Jiang Nan Fang and made a mistake. He admitted defeat.

"I don't want this. Get out. I will get the money back from you bit by bit."

"We'll see about that."