"Let's go." Looking at Ye Ya's smug smile, Concubine Ye coldly retracted her gaze and spoke to the driver.

The ordinary taxi gradually drove into darkness, leaving only Concubine Ye's eyes refracted a faint amber fluorescence, Ye Ya, your dream should be over, the dream of all of you Ye family should be over, one day, I will let you taste nothing!

--Two months later--

On this day, Concubine Ye left the dim and moldy hut early and went to the Longmao Commercial Building, intending to buy a decent dress so that she could meet the owner of the pawn shop in the afternoon.

Last night, Wu's mother sent her a message, saying that the Ye family was preparing to sell her mother's relics, and the person entrusted by Ye Ya and Jiang Huiru's mother and daughter was the owner of the Zhouji pawnshop she was going to meet.

For more than ten years, she has recognized the thief as her mother, and the person she is most sorry for is her mother, so no matter what, she has to take back her mother's relics, but her mother's relics are precious, not to mention tens of millions, and now she is short of money and can't come up with so much money, so she has to hit the boss of the pawn shop with her idea.

Sitting on the bus, thinking back on the past two months, Concubine Ye felt that she really didn't even want a little face, in more than two months, Su Mohan had looked for her about ten times, not too much, not too little, basically once a week, and he also proved with practical actions that she really couldn't get anything from him.

In the past two months, Su Mohan has never given her a penny, nor has he given her anything, but has to squeeze her last bit of strength out every time.

And she is like a rough skin and thick flesh, steel and iron bones, every time she heals the scar and forgets the pain, she has to dangle twice in front of Su Mohan every once in a while, have a 'chance encounter', and try her best to think about how to seduce him quietly.

Concubine Ye feels like a free chicken, cheaper than those who ask for money, and the person who asks for money can say that she is out to sell, while she is free to post, take it and take it, it all depends on the preferences of the guests, not only that, but she also has to try her best to be coquettish and please the guests, the only difference is probably that her guests are more advanced than others.

However, Concubine Ye felt that not wanting money also had the advantage of not wanting money, at least Su Mohan would not always think about using money to send him away, and once he didn't use money, then at least he should use something else, such as energy, such as body, such as love.

No matter which one it is, it seems to be more cost-effective than money, because only by occupying a place in his heart can she become Mrs. Su Shao with her well-behaved and sensible.

After the car stopped, Concubine Ye got out of the car, shook her head, cleared the messy thoughts in her mind, stepped on a pair of delicate high heels, and walked into the splendid commercial building.

Looking at it, the strings of zeros on her clothes made her good-looking brows tightly twisted, and these things that were once not in her eyes at all have now become unattainable.

After a rough sweep, calculating the money she had set aside, her eyes fell on a discounted bean paste skirt from MJ's family, because it was not a new model, the discount was very low, and she could barely accept the discounted price.

"Show me this."

"Miss really has an eye, this bean paste skirt is a limited edition, the style is enduring, and only this last one is left."

Concubine Ye laughed in her heart, such a low discount would only be the style of a few years ago, and it would be timeless, but there was no way, she had an empty pocket, so she could only pick these discounted things.