The CEO's Villainess Childhood Friend Chapter 128

Chapter 128: The Truth of the Matter (1)

Qiao Ruohuan knew that Xing Wanshuang had misunderstood, but she didn't have the chance to explain at the moment.

She didn't particularly pay attention to the “caterpillar fungus” she had given her yesterday, so she didn't know it was fake.

Qiao Ruohuan had become slightly anxious, wanting Xing Yichen to intervene. As she was preoccupied with her newfound anxiety, a handful of young people approached her.

One of them was interested in the pair of high-quality walnuts, asking for the price.

“Is five thousand enough?”

Given her current worries, Qiao Ruohuan mindlessly replied, “How about six thousand?

“Fine.” The young man reached straight for his phone to transfer the money.

The interaction attracted the gazes of many. In the live broadcast room, all Qiao Ruohuan's fans had left to do was celebrate.

Seeing that Qiao Ruohuan's walnut had been sold once again, hatred subtly crept its way onto Xing Wanshuang's face. All this time, everyone had seen how she treated Qiao Ruohuan. But how was she repaid?

She took the pebble out from her bag, not even a sliver of hope left in her heart anymore. But she looked at Qiao Moyuーwhose business wasn't doing as wellーand felt a bit better.

Xing Wanshuang didn't know why, but she didn't find Qiao Moyu as irritating as before.

As the afternoon slowly approached, the winners were about to be announced.

Just before the announcement, a young man hurriedly ran over with a young lady in hand.

“Boss, I bought her over,” the young man excitedly declared to Qiao Moyu, “I wore the garland flower you gave me, and Xiao Ling actually confessed to me! And all this time I was worrying that she didn't like me! This flower is truly magical.”

The young man's loud voice quickly attracted the nearby crowd's curiosity. A select few even recognized himーthis man was a popular topic of gossip in the area.

“Hey, isn't that Gui from Chen Village? Why is he holding hands with a lady?”

“It is,” another person confirmed.

“Look how beautiful that woman is. Seems like she's interested in Gui.”

“Didn't you hear? Gui said it was because he wore the garland flower that girl sells.”

“It's that magical?”

People were in disbelief.

“A garland flower can get a lady like that to like him?

“The boss is talking about it right nowーlet's have a closer listen”

As the crowd surged closer in interest, Qiao Moyu continued to talk about her product, even convincing a girl from the crowd to buy a flower.

Everyone knew the girl, especially since she was quite large. In the past, her family had hoped a matchmaker would give her a chance for a suitor, but to no avail.

After she wore the garland flower, the girl secretly took out a mirror to take a peek at herself. She felt beautiful, glaring at the audience with their unimpressed glances and jeering faces. They thought she was a joke.

Just as she was about to leave, someone ran over to announce, “Chun Niu! Return home! Quickly! Someone stopped by your house to let you know that a young fella mentioned that he likes you. Your father is waiting for you by the entrance of the village.”

The girl's eyes suddenly brightened upon hearing the good news. She turned to thank Qiao Moyu before urgently running back home.

The scene had left the surrounding crowd shocked. “I want to buy a garland flower!” shouted a young lad.

“Me too!” Another person yelled.

Though the buyers weren't sure whether it was a coincidence or not, when the flower was worn, a confession always followed. News of this miraculous garland flower spread from one to ten to a hundred. A vast crowd had already formed in front of Qiao Moyu's stand.

Sharply eyeing an opportunity, Qiao Moyu decided to raise her prices, especially after taking into account the number of floral hoops and garland flowers she had.

After selling ten of her last twelve floral hoops from $300 each, she looked at the last two and announced, “There's a pair left, but since everyone wants it, the person with the highest price will get it.”

The people at the front of the crowd had already gone rabid for the flowers, screaming, “500! I want a garland flower!”

“I'll give $600!”

“$800!”

“$1000!”

Chapter end