Chapter 237: Chapter 237: The Wealthy Older Sister’s Joy
"Free of charge, free of charge!"
Xi Meina said as she casually picked out a tight little black dress from the clothing rack and held it up in front of Sang Ning for comparison.
Xi Meina wasn’t pleased with the little black dress—too conservative. Nope, not gonna work!
She put the black dress back and continued picking through the row of clothes, searching for something that caught her eye.
As she browsed, she said, "These clothes are all part of my personal stash here. Just pick one you like for tonight. Don’t talk to me about money; talking about money ruins friendships."
Sang Ning was stunned by Xi Meina’s opulence. Just how rich was this second-generation heiress hiding by her side?
The row of clothes hung crowded together, a whopping forty or fifty pieces at least.
Sang Ning might not recognize the brands, but just by feeling the fabric, she could tell these clothes were far from cheap.
Sang Ning couldn’t identify them, but Wen Jiu could.
Xi Meina’s wardrobe was full of boutique designer pieces, their prices rivaling those of major luxury brands. Any one item picked at random would cost at least 5,000 yuan or more.
Wen Jiu found herself doubting her life decisions: "Nana, if you come work for me, who knows how much you’ll earn in the beginning? Maybe you should reconsider joining my company, or else you might not even have money to buy cute clothes at first."
"Don’t worry, Sister Wen Jiu," Xi Meina quickly patted her chest in a show of determination. "My parents may not be tycoons, but at the very least, they enable me to pursue my dreams as a free-spirited, theater-loving heiress. I’m doing this purely for my dreams—I don’t care about money."
Sang Ning: "..." She felt personally attacked. Apparently, she was the ordinary person who very much cared about money.
Wang Qiuhong, on the other hand, spent the evening having her emotional limits tested by one shocking revelation after another.
Damn! What made her worthy of knowing a rich heiress friend?
"My rich lady friend, please, adopt me!" Wang Qiuhong gazed at Xi Meina, her eyes filled with sincerity.
"Adopting you? Please, that’s no big deal!" Xi Meina waved dismissively. "Step one starts with the clothes. Don’t worry, these are all brand new, never worn. Pick whichever one catches your fancy! We’re here to turn heads tonight, so we gotta look fashionable!"
"Then I won’t hold back. Thanks, rich lady friend!" Wang Qiuhong promptly dove in, eagerly picking out her favorite outfit.
Sang Ning had reached her emotional breaking point. Sob, sob, sob. She was the only broke girl here.
Even Qiuqiu, who also claimed to be broke, could at least afford to treat them all to a fancy hot pot dinner.
Moreover, when they arrived at the nightclub, these girls acted like something within them had been unleashed.
One by one, they became wild and uninhibited, far more daring than usual.
In contrast, Sang Ning appeared downright demure.
In the end, unable to resist Xi Meina’s enthusiastic persuasion, everyone pulled an outfit from her wardrobe.
Wen Jiu and Wang Qiuhong were similar in height and build to Xi Meina, so wearing her clothes posed no challenge at all.
But for Sang Ning, it was a different story—she was taller than the other three girls.
On her, Xi Meina’s extra-short skirt turned into an ultra-ultra-ultra-short skirt. A single wrong move could lead to a wardrobe malfunction—but thankfully, she had safety shorts on underneath.
Sang Ning did her best. She originally wanted to find the dress with the longest hemline, but Wang Qiuhong had already claimed it. She couldn’t just snatch it from her, after all.
"Nana, this skirt is way too short! I don’t feel secure. Can I ask not to wear it?" For Sang Ning, it was her first time wearing something like this, and she was completely unaccustomed to it!
"Nope!" Xi Meina rejected her request with a stern expression. "Tonight’s a group outing—you have to follow orders. This skirt isn’t short at all; it’s covering everything important. If it looks great, that’s all that matters."
Sang Ning: ???
She was exhausted. Could she use force to subdue this girl?
As if reading Sang Ning’s mind, Xi Meina raised her hands and took a step back. "Teacher Sang Ning, don’t resort to violence! Tonight, this is my turf!"
Sang Ning tugged futilely at the hem of her skirt, trying to make herself feel a bit more secure.
Had she known it would be like this, she wouldn’t have come!
But for the sake of fitting in, she’d endure!
Sang Ning was now wearing a silver sequin deep-V spaghetti-strap dress, which perfectly accentuated her curvy figure.
Paired with it was a fox-eye mask in a matching hue that covered only the upper half of her face. Sang Ning already had classic fox-like eyes, and with the mask on, it was as though her features and the mask melded into one.
The mask added a layer of enchanting allure to her beauty.
With just a subtle upward glance, her swirling, liquid eyes conveyed countless stories.
It was the kind of look that made people fall hopelessly for her at first sight, as if she truly were a bewitching fox spirit come to life.
Perhaps it was the night or the atmosphere, but after Sang Ning put on the mask, Xi Meina’s usual hint of deference toward her vanished. In its place was a mischievous, flirtatious intent.
Seeing Sang Ning in full attire, Xi Meina stared blankly, the boldness of the night giving her courage to play the rogue.
And indeed, she acted on it, summoning her nerve to directly reach out and touch.
"Teacher Sang Ning, you’re really... uh, well-endowed!" Xi Meina exclaimed in awe.
Given the scene and her tone, calling Sang Ning ’teacher’ carried a rather suggestive undertone.
Sang Ning grabbed Xi Meina’s wrist. If it had been a male pervert, he’d already be flat on the floor by now.
But the one in front of her was a female pervert... and one who would cry for ages if scolded with even a harsh word.
Feeling utterly defeated, Sang Ning fiercely threatened her, "If you dare touch me again, I’ll cripple your hand!"
"Then why not cripple me too while you’re at it?" Wen Jiu couldn’t resist stepping forward, also taking a feel. Judging by her delighted expression, she’d confirmed her dreams.
"Wen Jiu, could you please maintain your goddess demeanor?"
Sang Ning was at a loss for words. That face—damn it—was just too deceptive!
This was undoubtedly a quintessential femme fatale!
The silliness of the night seemed contagious, as Wang Qiuhong joined in, reaching for Sang Ning as well.
Sang Ning felt utterly shattered. They were just three harmless girls; what could she do about them?
Ultimately, she swallowed her pride and allowed them their moment of inappropriate groping.
Only when the three had gotten their fill of teasing did they finally escort Sang Ning out of the room, heading toward the dance floor.
Wen Jiu looped her arm around Sang Ning’s and teased her in a raspy, playful voice, "Sangsang, the feel through the fabric isn’t great. Next time, how about I reach directly—"
By now, they had reached the edge of the dance floor, where the music roared deafeningly. To ensure Sang Ning heard her, Wen Jiu raised her voice without realizing it.
Sang Ning hurriedly cut her off by covering her mouth. "Will you just shut up?"
As they walked further inside, a shadowy, ambiguous gaze suddenly emerged from a dark corner.