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Chapter 1733: The Same Birthmark (Part Thirty)

Ye Yuwei held Mo Fei’s wrist. “Miss, we were the ones who got the wedding dress first. No matter what, it’s first come first serve.”

Ding Jiaqi crossed her arms over her chest. There was disdain on her arrogant face. “First come, first serve?”

“People like you won’t be able to afford it even if you try it on. You’d just be wasting our time,” the bride-to-be said as she snatched the wedding dress from Mo Fei’s hands.

In the blink of an eye, the bride-to-be was already sprawled on the ground before the four golden flowers even registered what Mo Fei did. They were suddenly surrounded by a hail of women’s screams.

Mo Fei held the wedding dress in her hand and looked at the woman lying on the floor. “Don’t steal from me, b*tch. I hate it when people steal from me.”

Ye Yuwei slapped herself in the face. Before she could see anything, this gangster lady had already made her move.

The store attendant hurried over. Someone helped the bride-to-be up too. She screamed, “How dare you hit me, you b*tch! I’m calling the police!”

Mo Fei ignored her and went straight into the changing room to try on the wedding dress.

“What do you want to report? Are you reporting that you’re using your reputation to bully others or that you’re condescending toward others?” Ye Yuwei crossed her arms and looked at the four golden flowers in front of her. “Do you really think B City belongs to your family? That no one would bat an eyelid no matter what you do?”

“And from where does this country bumpkin come from?” the bride-to-be screeched.

Ye Yuwei laughed. “If you have bad eyesight, hurry up and go to the ophthalmologist. You won’t want your wedding to become a funeral, will you?”

“You—” The bride-to-be raised her hand and was about to hit Ye Yuwei. Ye Yuwei took a step back. Stepping out from the changing room, Mo Fei’s hand was faster than the bride-to-be’s.

Mo Fei grabbed her wrist. Exerting a small fraction of her force was enough to send the bride-to-be wincing in pain.

“Do you want to die?” Mo Fei asked coldly. In the next second, Mo Fei snapped her wrist.

“Argh—”

“Argh! Murder! Help! Call the police! Call the police!” One of them screamed for the staff to call the police even though she was already calling. “Just you wait, I’ll get someone to deal with you.”

Ye Yuwei rolled her eyes. She had just called for the police to come and teach them a lesson. Guess this person was not very bright now, was she?

“This one is not bad. This one will do.” Ye Yuwei tugged Mo Fei and looked at her from head to toe. She did not take the women’s screams seriously.

Mo Fei was also looking at herself in the mirror. “Someone touched it before. It’s too dirty. I don’t want it.” As she said that, she walked into the changing room to change.

When the bride-to-be heard this, her face transformed into patches of red and white. Was that woman saying that she was dirty?

Ye Yuwei turned around to look at the four golden flowers. She saw the bride-to-be hugging her hand and asking someone to call her fiancé, yelling for him to stand up for her.

Ye Yuwei leaned against the clothes rack and waited, looking completely unafraid.

“Do you know who Linlin’s fiancé is? Just wait and see. Your death is approaching,” one of them threatened Ye Yuwei smugly.

Ye Yuwei made a face that seemed to be mockingly saying, ‘Oh, I’m so scared.’ In Mr. Gu’s words, no one would dare to stop her from walking around B City horizontally if she wanted to. It seemed that she had not been on the news for too long and everyone had forgotten about Mrs. Gu.

Mo Fei changed out of the wedding gown. She truly had no intention of getting that gown. “Let’s go, what a bunch of wet blankets.”

“Stop there. You plan to leave after hitting someone?” One of the women blocked their path, and her face that was thick with make-up was filled with a twisted expression. “Wait for the police to come and arrest you, you country bumpkins.”