The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 476 - 476 450 Mangy Dog

476: Chapter 450: Mangy Dog 476: Chapter 450: Mangy Dog The people around, upon hearing this and looking at Vincent in that state, really thought he resembled a bloated, live toad and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Mir Han, in order to avoid a conflict between the parties, immediately said to everyone, “Welcome to continue touring the studio.

I don’t know which of the three ladies would like to go first for the custom design?”

The three women politely declined each other for a while, but in the end, it was the oldest, Lin Xiaoxiang, who followed Mir Han and two female assistants, under the envious and jealous gaze of a group of women.

Although there wasn’t much left to see in the studio, the women still wanted to see the evening gown Mir Han was designing for Lin Xiaoxiang.

“Hey!

This dress is nice!

Why is it here?” Shi Qing’er, having nothing better to do, walked around and saw an evening gown hanging on the wall.

She asked a designer by her side.

“Miss, you really have an eye for quality.

This piece is not for sale in the studio; it’s the work of Valentino Galavani, the founder of Valentino and also the mentor of designer Mir Han.

It is said that in every young designer’s studio he favored, there is such an evening gown.

It’s probably to inspire us!” the young designer said, eyes filled with admiration and longing.

“Could I take a closer look?” Yi Mengran asked the young designer.

“Of course, you can, just be careful, Mir Han cherishes it very much,” the young designer told the two.

Watching the two discuss with the young designer, many of the onlookers also gathered around to admire the work of the great designer Valentino Galavani.

“Huff, huff, huff…” Vincent finally caught his breath and said, “I won’t let them get away with this!

These inferior people!

I will make them pay!”

Mitchell grinned ominously and, holding a sharp pair of scissors, said to Vincent, “Come here, I’ll tell you how we’re going to get revenge!”

“Xiaoxiang sister, I’ve never been able to appreciate clothes…

I always feel like they’re all pretty much the same, only occasionally coming across one or two I like,” Shi Qing’er said to Yi Mengran.

Yi Mengran chuckled and replied, “Everyone has their own preferences, and everyone has different views on different things.”

“Mm,” agreed Shi Qing’er with a nod, feeling that following Yi Mengran and Lin Xiaoxiang she could learn quite a bit.

She looked at the dress in front of her and was about to take another step forward.

Suddenly!

“Rip!” A sharp sound of tearing fabric followed by Shi Qing’er lunging forward abruptly; luckily, Yi Mengran quickly grabbed her, preventing her from falling flat on her face.

“Qing’er, are you alright?” Yi Mengran asked worriedly.

“Somebody pushed me from behind just now, I lost my balance!” Shi Qing’er said to Yi Mengran, grateful for her help.

Yi Mengran helped Shi Qing’er to stand firm, and suddenly both felt the surroundings were eerily quiet, so quiet that it was abnormal.

They both turned around and saw all faces around them gaping in shock—some in surprise, some in regret, some sighing.

It’s over!

The word jumped into both Shi Qing’er and Yi Mengran’s minds.

They both clearly remembered hearing the sound of fabric tearing just a moment ago.

Turning back slowly, they saw a big tear in the priceless creation of Valentino Galavani.

“How…

How did this happen?

I clearly didn’t touch it!” Shi Qing’er said in a panic.

She clearly remembered that she’d been a distance away from the evening gown when she bent down, so how could it have suddenly torn?

“I saw clearly too, you really didn’t touch it,” Yi Mengran also found it unexpected.

When she went to help Shi Qing’er, she was indeed some distance from the dress, so how could it have torn?

“What’s that on the ground?” someone yelled from the crowd, and everyone looked down to see a bright pair of scissors lying at Shi Qing’er and Yi Mengran’s feet.

“Oh!

My goodness!

How…

How could you do this?!

This is clearly intentional damage.

This is an artistic creation designed by a great designer!

How could you be so ruthless?”

“Haven’t you already passed Mir Han’s customization?

Why still do this?!

Destroying such a valuable piece, it’s both heartbreaking and chilling.”

“If this pair of scissors hadn’t fallen out, would you have claimed this was an accident?!

My goodness, heaven knows how many malicious people have used that excuse to destroy so many good things!”

“…”

A group of women who had failed to secure a donation saw Shi Qing’er make a mistake, and their envy, jealousy, and hatred instantly turned into verbal attacks.

“It’s not like that!

We didn’t touch this thing at all!

These scissors are not ours!” Yi Mengran didn’t expect these women to start accusing them without any evidence.

She bent down to pick up the scissors.

“Don’t pick them up, Mengran!” Liu Hun squeezed through the crowd, trying to stop Yi Mengran, but by then, she had already picked up the scissors.

“Hey!

If you don’t pick it up, there won’t be your fingerprints on it,” Liu Hun said, standing in front of Yi Mengran.

Yi Mengran then realized she had made a mistake.

She had only thought to argue with this group of women and had picked up the scissors without much thought.

“This…

this…

how did it turn into this!” The young designer ran over, speaking incoherently.

“It’s been hanging here for so long without any issue…

Ah!

I’ll go talk to Mir Han.” After speaking, the young designer glanced at Shi Qing’er and Yi Mengran and hurried away.

“You despicable people!

With dark hearts!

What does it matter if you have money?

A bunch of inferiors!” Vincent immediately jumped out to accuse Liu Hun and the others.

“Shut up right now!

This mess might very well be your doing!” Yi Mengran angrily pointed the scissors at Vincent.

“Threats?

Intimidation?

Did everyone see that?

This is what the lowly inferiors do to cover up their crimes!” Vincent coldly laughed at Yi Mengran, actually hoping she would stab him.

As long as Yi Mengran dared to make a move, he would have an excuse.

“A bunch of disgusting devils!

Don’t be fooled by their donation just now!

They don’t have a shred of goodwill!

The donation was just to gain more benefits and do more disgusting things!” Mitchell also stood out and added fuel to the fire.

“Liu Manager!

Get out of the way!

If I don’t beat her up, I won’t be able to sleep well tonight!

Sending this vile woman to the police station will make me sleep better!” Yi Mengran said to Liu Hun who was blocking her.

Liu Hun really didn’t understand her logic.

This Yi Mengran was simply an aggressive version of Shi Qing’er, ready to throw a punch at any minute.

“Come on!

Come hit me!

I’m really not afraid of you!

Trash!

Inferior person!” Mitchell shook his head, making a provoking facial expression.

Liu Hun saw that Yi Mengran was already clenching her jaw, obviously enraged to the extreme.

He immediately snatched the scissors from Yi Mengran’s hand.

Seeing Yi Mengran was already very emotional, Liu Hun took her by the shoulder and said, “Yi Mengran, when hitting a dog, don’t hurt yourself.”

Yi Mengran tilted her head, looking somewhat sulky at Liu Hun.

“So what now?

Just swallow our pride and be framed?”

“Leave it to me,” Liu Hun nodded to Yi Mengran.

“Expressionless man, what are you up to?

You can’t just do whatever you like!” Shi Qing’er said worriedly, without thinking that she herself was the person most fond of acting recklessly.

In front of everyone, Liu Hun took down the damaged evening gown, cleared the miscellaneous items off the table, and laid the gown on it.

Tape measure!

Seen!

Needle and thread!

Liu Hun placed them one by one next to him.

Everyone understood and were shocked; this reckless Liu Hun actually dared to alter the master’s classic work on his own!

“Is he…

what is he doing!?

This is pure chaos!

This is a classic piece by Master Valentino?

Galavani!

He’s actually thinking of altering it on his own!

My God, why doesn’t he try modifying the Palace of Versailles?!”

“These trouble-making Easterners must have gone mad, has he studied design?

How dare he commit such a reckless act?

If Mir Han finds out, he would probably go crazy!

Completely unreasonable!”

“I think he’s trying to make amends!

But isn’t this action counterproductive?

Can any random person just alter a master’s work?!

If he really could do it, why even buy Mir Han’s designs?!

Oh, just wait for the police to take them away!

A bunch of lunatics.”

“…”

A group of women who usually liked to talk about these things saw Liu Hun boldly beginning to modify Valentino?

Galavani’s work and started to criticize.

“Hey!

You named Liu, you yellow dog!

Your foolish actions are destroying other people’s property!

You pig-headed idiot!” Vincent cursed Liu Hun and wanted to approach, but then he saw the look in Yi Mengran’s eyes and scurried back cowardly.

“Illiterate!

Eastern people’s family name comes first, given name last!

Go back and read some more books!

Don’t come out and embarrass yourself!” Yi Mengran tried her best to control her temper.

If it weren’t for Shi Qing’er being nearby, she would have already thrown a punch.

“Yi Mengran!

Don’t act like you’re so knowledgeable!

Acts like yours are criminal!

Destroying other people’s property!

Do you know why the crime rate in Prague is so high now?” Mitchell provocatively asked Yi Mengran.

“Hmph!” Yi Mengran crossed her arms and coldly replied in a relaxed manner, “Isn’t it because there are too many brainless women running around in heat like you?”

“Oh!

My God!” Mitchell, so enraged that her hair seemed to stand on end, pointed at Yi Mengran and yelled, “It’s because there are too many of you yellow dogs!

All of them smugglers, thieves, con artists, robbers!”

“Slap!” Yi Mengran finally couldn’t take it anymore, and with lightning speed, she threw a wooden ruler from the table onto Mitchell’s face, leaving a stark red mark.

“Refreshing!” Yi Mengran clapped her hands with satisfaction, feeling a great sense of relief.

“Yi Mengran!

You yellow mo—” Vincent was protecting Mitchell, but before he could finish the word “dog,” another “slap” sound rang out!

This time it was an unfinished high heel from the workbench, hitting his face reliably with a visible mark.