Huayu: Starting by piggybacking on the fame of "Fairy Mom"

Chapter 67 will teach you a lesson.

Touching his still-sore bottom, Zhou Xiaobai slowly shuffled along, following at a distance.

Ahead, Liu Qianqian, with one arm around her mother and the other holding her aunt's hand, smiled as she headed towards the brand store on the street.

She would occasionally turn around and make faces at Zhou Xiaobai behind her.

"Ugh!"

She sighed inwardly.

My brother is useless; he's already so down. It seems I'll have to carry this show on myself.

When clothes get torn, you have to buy new ones. As Liu Qianqian stared at the hole in her clothes with teary eyes, Da Meili finally fell into the trap of spending money—this was also the method Zhou Xiaobai had told her.

As the saying goes, money isn't everything, but you can't do anything without it.

Today, let me, Little Tyrant, teach you a good lesson.

She knew her mother's income perfectly well: even in a good year, her mother's income would never exceed 100,000 yuan.

Liu Xiaoli is indeed a well-known dancer and has won awards, but she works in a public institution and receives a fixed salary. Even with performance fees and bonuses included, it's still only about this much.

Zhou Wenqiong's situation is similar. These days, unless you're one of the most famous stars, actors like her who haven't reached the top won't earn much.

"Mom, Auntie, let's check out this store!"

Liu Qianqian stopped in front of a Nike store, looked up, and showed an innocent and expectant expression.

Stopping in her tracks, Liu Xiaoli glanced helplessly at the bags she was carrying—all high-end goods, totaling several thousand yuan.

She and Zhou Wenqiong exchanged a glance, both feeling uneasy.

This girl is acting so strangely today. She keeps taking them to fancy stores, where they only look at high-priced items. Anything under 500 yuan doesn't even look at them.

Normally, Liu Qianqian doesn't spend much money, except for a little snacking, but today she seemed strange from head to toe.

If it weren't for the fact that she still speaks in the same tone, I would have really thought she was possessed by a ghost.

Seeing the Nike sign in front of her, Liu Xiaoli felt a pang of heartache—although her income was much higher than that of the average person, her expenses were also high.

As the star of the song and dance troupe, she never dared to skimp on skincare. Fortunately, in the past six months, she has benefited from her younger cousin's family's secret techniques, which have saved her a lot on cosmetics, and her wallet has finally gotten a little fuller.

She sighed inwardly. After all, this was her own daughter. Who else should she spend this money on if not her?

Zhou Wenqiong felt the same way. She glanced at the bag of clothes in her hand, then looked at Zhou Xiaobai walking slowly in the distance, and thought that boys were easier to deal with, and a few hundred yuan would be enough.

But as soon as this thought popped into my head, reality slapped me in the face.

"Auntie, do you think this outfit looks good on my little brother?" Liu Qianqian pointed to the sportswear hanging on the wall, then turned to the sales assistant and called out, "He's about 1.3 meters tall, about the same height as me. He's over there, get him a white one to try on." She pointed to Zhou Xiaobai outside the door.

The two children were indeed developing well; at the age of eight, their height of 1.3 meters already surpassed that of their peers.

Zhou Wenqiong glanced at the price tag: 1,880 yuan, and she was instantly dumbfounded.

She considers herself to be fashionable, but her clothes are always reasonably priced; she herself has only bought clothes in this price range a few times.

Liu Qianqian had just showered her with compliments, which made her grit her teeth and buy the item, intending to make it the most expensive piece in her wardrobe.

But now...

No matter how tough things get, we can't let our children suffer.

As the older sister, just accept your fate.

She glared at Zhou Xiaobai in the distance, gritting her teeth: You brat, if you don't take good care of me when you make money in the future, see how I deal with you.

Just as she was lost in thought, Liu Qianqian shouted, "Xiaobai! Come and try it!"

Then she turned to Liu Xiaoli and said, "Mom, when Xiaobai tries it on and it looks good, I want a set too, the same style."

Before she could finish speaking, she turned to Zhou Wenqiong and said in an undeniable tone, "Auntie, buy four sets of the same outfit, matching family outfits! One set for each of you!"

Before the two could react, she shouted loudly again, as if afraid the onlookers wouldn't know: "Waiter! Four people, one set each, all white."

That's right, the two beautiful women were strolling around when they occasionally ran into onlookers.

The whole operation was executed flawlessly, and the waiter next to her reacted quickly, offering his assistance perfectly: "Little sister, are these your two older sisters? They're so pretty. You four siblings must look especially good in matching outfits."

Just as Zhou Wenqiong was recovering from a nightmare, she was instantly plunged into an even deeper abyss.

Liu Xiaoli tightened her grip on her bag, only one thought remaining in her mind—if this happens a few more times, she'll really be broke.

The clothes are indeed beautiful, but the person is even more beautiful.

The moment the four of them put on the clothes, it seemed as if all the spiritual energy of Jiangcheng was concentrated on this family, making them reluctant to change.

They wanted to argue that they didn't have enough cash, but when the waiter pointed to the ATM across the street, Zhou Wenqiong and Liu Xiaoli had no choice but to grit their teeth and pay.

As I stepped out of the store, I was met with countless glances back.

For Da Meili, this was the only consolation.

Today was the shopping trip the two of them had ever been most eager to go home. They thought everything was settled and had just breathed a sigh of relief...

Liu Qianqian came up with a new trick. With an innocent look and a reason, she pointed to her tracksuit and said, "Mom, I'm wearing new clothes, let's celebrate! My brother and I haven't had a big meal in ages."

Having already spent the big sum of money, Liu Xiaoli had no worries about this small amount. She could only nod.

We found a restaurant that looked very big.

It was lunchtime, and the place was bustling with noise—unsurprisingly, time seemed to stand still, and the hall fell silent.

This family of four is incredibly good-looking.

The waiters were very attentive to service; they immediately came over to ask if we needed a private room. It seems the owner had experience making a living in Guangdong province.

After passing through the hall filled with the constant hissing of air, the three entered a private room.

Liu Qianqian volunteered to stay and order food, explaining that she was worried it might not be fresh.

Ten minutes later, as the three of them grew impatient, Liu Qianqian came in.

She proudly boasted, "Mom, Auntie, we got lucky! The owner said a lot of wild game just arrived; you usually have to pre-order to get it."

"What kind of wild stuff?" Liu Xiaoli asked, puzzled.

As a dancer, you have to be careful about what you eat; you can't just eat anything that might be stimulating.

Zhou Wenqiong's reaction was normal; wild game is a common dish in Guangdong province.

"Fish, we're having a whole fish feast today, four dishes and a soup." Liu Qianqian smiled sweetly, "The soup is seaweed and egg drop soup, I think it's a good deal."

"Oh! You've finally decided to save money for your mother?" Liu Xiaoli chuckled and pinched her daughter's chubby cheeks.

Zhou Wenqiong felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Sitting back down, Liu Qianqian glanced at Da Meili, who was chatting with her again, tugged at Zhou Xiaobai, and whispered in his ear, "Little brother, praise me. I can definitely empty their wallets."

She carefully explained her procedure—

When she paid for the clothes, she clearly saw that her mother had two thousand yuan left in her wallet.

This meal cost exactly 1,968.

The remaining thirty-two yuan was just enough to take a taxi home.

After hearing this meticulous calculation, coupled with the amazing operation of buying clothes earlier, Zhou Xiaobai was completely stunned—he had only said that he would use money to get them involved, but the little money-grubber's methods when it came to money were truly unparalleled.

After a while, he raised his thumb under the table and mouthed silently: "Wow, my great intelligence!"

But a sense of foreboding arose in my heart.