Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 382 - 383: Courtesan Contest (3)_1

Chapter 382: Chapter 383: Courtesan Contest (3)_1

Everyone had gone to the execution ground, so there was hardly anyone at Xue Ling’s shop in the north of the city. However, the shop was open.

Nan Feng couldn’t help but smile. She knew that Xue Ling had no interest in beheadings.

Since her shop was open, it meant that she was not unwell anymore.

Once inside, she saw Xue Ling lazily sewing something behind the counter. Nan Feng asked, "What are you doing?"

Xue Ling lifted her eyelids, and upon seeing Nan Feng, she sat up a bit.

She was always languid, and sitting up straight was already considered polite.

"Sewing a purse," Xue Ling said, then pointed to another stool, "If you want to sit, sit. There’s tea on the table. Help yourself, because I won’t be serving you. I’m a bit busy."

"Who are you embroidering the purse for?" Nan Feng moved a stool and sat down, then poured herself a cup of tea. This tea was similar to the one the gang leader drank. It was strong and fragrant. She couldn’t help but pour herself another cup.

Xue Ling’s tone remained lazy, "Are you here for business as a partner or for gossip?"

Nan Feng smiled lightly, "As a business partner, I’m here to inquire about some gossip and, by the way, to review the accounts."

Only then did Xue Ling put down the purse she was sewing, "As a business partner, I’ll tell you honestly, your goods sell really well, between thirty and fifty boxes a day. I’ll pay you your money now. As for the gossip, I won’t indulge you."

"You only sell fifty boxes?" Nan Feng was taken aback, "My other partner sells over a hundred boxes. It seems you’re not focusing on your business, just thinking about men."

Xue Ling pointed outside the shop, "In this cold weather, how many people are out shopping? Selling fifty boxes is good enough. Besides, you set the minimum at thirty boxes and the maximum at two hundred boxes. I’ve done my job."

"Alright, I’ll just have to look for another partner. After all, you keep giving me gifts," Nan Feng said with a smile, continuing, "I thought I’d come over today when I had some time to be your confidante, chat with you. But it seems I don’t have that chance."

"I’ve said it before, don’t call yourself my younger sister."

"Yes, my sister."

"..."

Nan Feng loved to have verbal exchanges with Xue Ling, because Xue Ling was not thin-skinned, always so nonchalant; so one would want to stir her up, to spur some liveliness in her.

When Xue Ling went to settle the accounts, Nan Feng picked up the purse Xue Ling was embroidering.

She saw that Xue Ling was indeed very unique. The purse was black and Xue Ling had embroidered a red koi on it. However, strikingly, there were three drops of tears below the koi, which was quite emotional.

It must be a yearning but unfulfilled mood, similar to her current pursuit of the gang leader who constantly rebuffed her.

No wonder her items didn’t sell well. The girls here wouldn’t understand the meaning behind her embroidery.

After Xue Ling settled the accounts, Nan Feng held the embroidered purse, "If this purse isn’t for a specific person, can I buy it?"

"You like it?" Xue Ling asked.

"Yes, I do," Wild Bro has a black one. If she took it back, they would have a matching set.

Xue Ling took the purse back, "I’ve not finished embroidering it. I can’t sell it to you. If you really want it, come pick it up in a few days. You won’t have to pay."

Nan Feng slapped Xue Ling on the back, "Alright, I’ll come by later. Take good care of yourself."