Chapter Seven: This Feeling Is So Familiar

"I want you to spread the word—I don't want to see either of them under the Huangpu banner. Tell them to get out of here right now."

"There's really no need," came the cool reply. "If this is the service attitude everywhere in City A, then I have no intention of spending a cent here, because that would only make my mood even worse."

With that, Shangguan Ranran turned and walked away. She was curious to see just how the Huangpu family planned to run their business after this.

"Heh, what a way to do business," Xia Wanqing sneered, closing the distance with every step before spinning on her heel to leave. "If a certain someone finds out about this, do you think you'll be able to sleep soundly in the Huangpu family?"

She wasn't worried in the slightest. Over the years, those who offended Muya might get a pass, but anyone who crossed Ranran had never escaped unscathed.

"Qingyin, this…"

"What are you afraid of? Go edit the surveillance footage and put it online. I want to see who dares to talk to me like that just because they have capital behind them."

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"What happened, Miss?" Ye Xin asked, glancing at the two women coming down from the second floor.

"It's nothing. Let's just go back. I don't want to stay here any longer," Shangguan Ranran said, striding ahead. Xia Wanqing then recounted everything that had happened to Ye Zuo and Ye Xin.

They drove to the Ouyang family’s business center, picked up some daily necessities, and returned to the villa.

"Ye Zuo, copy the surveillance footage from the mall for me."

"Do you need me to look into them, Miss?" After all, such powerful families always had skeletons in their closets.

"That's not necessary. I want to play with them a little."

Ye Zuo hacked into the mall’s surveillance system and secured the footage, but to his surprise, someone else had already beaten them to it.

"Miss, the internet is full of people condemning you right now," he reported. Especially that line online: 'And who do you think you are?' The video was clearly manipulated.

Because the incident involved the Huangpu family, it immediately shot to the top of the trending topics.

Netizen A: "Why are you bullying our lovely lady?"

Netizen B: "Who is this person? So arrogant!"

Netizen C: "First time I've seen someone act so brazenly in someone else's mall. Hasn't this lady ever heard of the Huangpu family?"

Netizen D: "To the person above, didn’t they say she’s from the countryside? I don’t mind country folks, but that attitude is just unbearable."

...

Netizen: "Just saying, am I the only one who thinks the country girl looked absolutely stunning when she took off her sunglasses?"

Netizen: "Get lost, you above."

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"Second Brother, guess what I just saw?" Ouyang Mufeng exclaimed excitedly to the man working at his desk.

He'd just seen the person they'd run into at the restaurant last time. To dare talk to Huangpu Qingyin like that—he had to become her fan.

If he hadn’t been afraid of causing trouble for his brother, he would have taught that young lady a lesson long ago. She did nothing but flaunt the Huangpu name all day.

"If you can't be quiet, get out," Huangpu Shenqing said coolly, glancing up before returning to his work.

None of the people Gong Yi introduced last time were the ones he was searching for. He’d gone from hope to disappointment, and now felt nothing at all.

"It's not that, Second Brother. The person you ran into yesterday is trending with Huangpu Qingyin." He meant well—he still remembered how his brother had lost his composure because of her yesterday.

It was the first time in ages he’d seen his brother look as if he’d found a rare treasure.

At his words, Huangpu Shenqing immediately stood, snatched the phone, quickly scanned the information, and watched the video.

Yes, that feeling was back—the same as in his memory. Only this time, when the sunglasses came off, those were clear black eyes, not…

"Come in," Huangpu Shenqing called to his assistant outside, then glanced at Ouyang Mufeng. "You should go. I have things to do."

"Second Brother, what do you have to do? Fine, I’ll go," he replied, sauntering out.

Mo Yi pushed the door open. "President, Young Master Ouyang."

"All right, I’m off. I’ll visit you next time, Mo Yi," Ouyang Mufeng said breezily, then left.

"Look into what’s trending today. And spread the word—every business under the Huangpu Group is to follow the rules. I don’t want anyone pretending to comply while defying orders. I also don’t want to see that manager again."

Huangpu Shenqing’s tone was icy. Huangpu Qingyin was that woman’s granddaughter—no wonder, the whole family exuded the same repulsiveness.

"Apologize to that young lady publicly, and deliver the mall’s platinum card to her."

"Understood." Huangpu Qingyin had really walked into a trap this time. The president was already in a foul mood and detested them to begin with—now she was about to be humiliated in front of everyone.