Supreme Heir Son-in-law
Chapter 461: Snatching

Chapter 461: Chapter 461: Snatching

Just when the atmosphere between the two of them was cozy, a discordant voice interrupted, and the owner of the voice even grabbed the long dress Lin Mengyao was holding and rudely said, "I like this dress. It’s mine now. You guys go pick something else."

The owner of the voice had an obvious sense of entitlement.

She reached out to yank the dress, but it didn’t move at all, still staying snugly in Lin Mengyao’s arms.

"Let go. Didn’t you hear what I just said?" The woman said, frowning and looking at Lin Mengyao with jealousy in her eyes.

"We picked this dress first. Just because you like it doesn’t mean we’ll give it to you. Go pick something else," Lin Mengyao’s face darkened as she said coldly to the other woman.

"I’m paying for it. This dress has to be mine," the woman said unreasonably, not caring about any rules.

"First come, first served. I picked this dress. There’s another styling room in this mall. You can go there to see if there’s anything you like, but I won’t give this dress to you. First come, first served. If you want it, you’ll have to wait until I willingly give it up," Lin Mengyao said.

It was as if an invisible wall had been erected between the two women, an unspoken tension and a sense of battle swirling around them.

"I don’t know about ’first come, first served.’ I only know that whoever has the ability owns it. As long as I have enough money, I can buy whatever I want. Is it any of your business? Dressed like a shabby person from the countryside, do you even have the nerve to wear this dress? Are you worthy? Wearing this dress on you is simply a waste," the woman said unceremoniously. After saying this, she forcefully tugged away most of the dress from Lin Mengyao, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

"Why are you still holding onto this dress like some country bumpkin? Let go, right now. If you damage this dress, can you afford to pay for it?" The woman, chin held high, said arrogantly.

"Of course I can afford it. Letting go? That’s impossible. Just give up." Despite having most of the dress snatched away, Lin Mengyao held tightly onto the remaining part, refusing to back down.

The stylist heard a faint sound of dispute coming from this direction, and without a word, he pushed through the crowd and came over. Seeing which dress the two were fighting over, the stylist almost fainted. He dropped the shading brush he was holding onto the floor without caring, even though it was the newest set of makeup brushes he was fond of and wouldn’t let anyone else touch in the whole styling room. Yet now, one of these brushes lay on the ground, stepped on by its owner.

"My dears, please don’t pull on this dress like that. If you keep this up, the dress will be ruined, and I won’t be able to explain that," the stylist said heartbrokenly, looking at the dress between the two women, his hands frozen in mid-air, unsure where to place them, his voice trembling.

Hearing the stylist’s words, Lin Mengyao felt reluctant but released her grip, not wanting to see the stylist look too embarrassed. But just at that moment of loosening, the woman snatched the dress away smugly.

"Hmph, even if you keep fighting with me for this dress, what can you do? In the end, it’s still mine. Next time, remember to clean your filthy eyes. Today I’m in a good mood and won’t hold this against you. If I meet you on this cruise again, you’d better stay far away from me. Got it!" The woman shouted sharply.

"How can you be like this? We were the ones who saw the dress first, and you just came over and snatched it and then say such things. How can you be so unreasonable and rude?" Yu Xia, seeing Lin Mengyao at a loss, said, her face flushed, nervously tugging on Lin Mengyao’s arm, shouting at the woman.

"Who are you talking to? Say it again, I dare you!" The woman threw the dress she held onto the ground, her thin stiletto heel stepping on it, leaving a black footprint on the smoky gray dress, ruining its overall beauty.

"So what if we say it again, do you dare to make a move on me on the ship?" Lin Mengyao shielded Yu Xia behind her, her eyes sharp as she stared at the woman.

On the other side, seeing his dress being desecrated, the stylist nearly fainted. "Oh my god, my dear, my dress! Stop stepping on it, lift your foot up now. This is D’s haute couture of the year. I went through so much to get it, how can I just let you step on it like that?" The stylist knelt on the ground, holding onto the now-dirty dress, sobbing.

"Oh please, it’s just a ragged dress. I stepped on it, so what? Is it worth crying about? How much do you want for it, I’ll pay. Stop whining in front of me, I can’t stand your mournful face," the woman said unhappily, giving the stylist a kick.

Originally, everyone who entered was considered a guest, and the stylist didn’t want to lose his temper with anyone, but seeing his dress ruined like this, and the culprit not only showing no remorse but also kicking him, a fire of anger instantly ignited in the stylist’s heart.

"I don’t care about your quarrel with her, but you can’t ruin my dress and then treat me like this without an apology. I can’t accept that," the stylist said, standing up from the ground, holding his dress and pointing at the woman.

"From today on, you’re no longer welcome in this styling room. Get out!" the stylist, tears in his eyes, yelled at the woman, startling everyone.

The yelled-at woman turned livid, "Who do you think you are to want to kick me out? Believe me, with just one word, you wouldn’t be able to survive on this cruise. Just someone who serves people, it’s your honor that I even noticed this styling room, yet you dare to yell at me! Who do you think you are? My parents have never yelled at me, and who are you!"

While saying this, the woman walked up to the stylist and slapped him in the face, the force numbing her hand, but she still felt unsatisfied, quickly raising her other hand and giving the stylist a symmetrical slap on his face.

It wasn’t until then that the stylist felt the sharp pain on his cheek, "You actually hit me." The stylist, looking at the woman, said with trembling voice and flushed cheeks, unsure if it was out of grievance or anger.

"So what if I hit you? Do you dare hit me back? Can you hit me back?" the woman, seeing the stylist’s expression, finally felt a bit satisfied, continuing with her provoking words and raising her hand again, appearing intent on hitting the stylist again.

Just as the woman’s hand was about to fall, Lin Mengyao suddenly grabbed her hand.