Chapter 14 The Top-Tier Tycoon Is Him
The next day, both Wen Zhi and Mo Tingyan had the day off.
They originally planned to shop for furniture together, but because Mo Tingyan suddenly had some personal matters to deal with, the task fell entirely to Wen Zhi.
After buying the furniture, she followed their agreement and went to the jewelry store across the mall.
Last night, Mo Tingyan had said that although they had a mortgage, they were still married, and a marriage deserved at least a bit of ceremony.
So he planned to buy her some wedding jewelry.
Wen Zhi didn't refuse.
Everyone else had these things—why couldn't she?
She went straight to the gold counter, intending to buy a gold bracelet that would hold its value.
While she was leaning over the display case, carefully comparing styles, a voice behind her—so familiar it made her stomach turn—rang out:
"Oh my, isn't this little Zhi? What a coincidence! What are you doing here?"
Wen Zhi straightened and turned, her gaze cold as always, landing on her stepsister Wen Xue—the one who had stolen her boyfriend.
Wen Xue had long wavy curls, a thin figure, and features that were above average.
But standing next to Wen Zhi, she simply didn't compare.
At this moment she wore a harmless-looking smile.
"Ever since you had that fight with Dad and ran away from home, you've been living so simply. What made you come to a jewelry store today?
Could it be… just to feast your eyes?"
She continued, clicking her tongue.
"No wait—my mom said she and your dad arranged a marriage for you. You know him too.
The partner of our Wen family—the one in his fifties… Uncle Jin!"
Wen Zhi looked at her without a single ripple of emotion.
Wen Xue hated that expression.
How could she still act arrogant at a time like this?
Unable to help herself, she sneered again, putting heavy emphasis on the word uncle:
"Uncle Jin just lost his wife and he's loaded. He's a perfect match for you!"
Wen Zhi raised her eyebrow, speaking calmly and lightly:
"Such a great opportunity?
You should take it.
You're so old already, and the only way you solve your needs is by sleeping with other people's boyfriends.
I won't compete with you for him."
A flicker of satisfaction flashed across Wen Xue's face.
"Oh, I'm not as lucky as you. It's just that Tingjue and I did that the other day, and he said he'd take responsibility.
We're officially together now.
Look—he asked me to come pick jewelry today. He said I can buy whatever I like."
Wen Xue pulled out a bank card, smiling sweetly but her eyes filled with provocation.
"Little Zhi, you always have good taste. Come help me pick something.
I want something Tingjue will love."
Hearing that, Wen Zhi let out a soft laugh.
A glint of calculation flashed in her eyes.
"Sure," she said calmly.
Wen Xue froze.
In the past, Wen Zhi wouldn't even look at her—why did she agree so quickly today?
Something felt… off.
Wen Zhi turned and pointed at the necklace in the bulletproof display case.
"I looked around earlier. That one suits you best."
Wen Xue glanced over—and her entire world stopped.
2.6 million?!
She swallowed hard and forced a calm expression.
"That necklace isn't pretty…"
Wen Zhi folded her arms, watching the show with relish.
"That's the store's treasure.
There's only one in all of Jiang City.
Or… did your boyfriend not give you enough money?
Should I call Mo Tingjue for you?"
She pulled out her phone and found his number.
Just as she was about to dial, Wen Xue rushed to stop her.
"No need!
Tingjue loves me.
Anything I like, he'll buy."
She handed her card to the sales associate.
"I'll take it."
Wen Zhi smirked, waiting for the spectacle she knew was coming.
Sure enough, the sales associate soon returned, bowing apologetically.
"I'm sorry, miss, your card balance is insufficient."
Wen Xue's face froze.
Her mother had recently quarreled with her stepfather and had her cards suspended.
This was the only card she had left…
She hesitated and said,
"I'll go make a call."
She stepped away and called Mo Tingjue.
"Tingjue, I found a necklace I like, but the money you put on my card isn't enough. Can you—"
Mo Tingjue's voice was cold.
"One million isn't enough?
Do you really think you're worth that much for one night?
Don't overestimate yourself.
I told you—once you took the money, we were even.
Stop bothering me."
Then he hung up.
Wen Xue stood frozen, her face turning green.
After standing there stiffly for a moment, she walked back, her expression forcing itself into coolness.
"Tingjue is probably busy. He couldn't answer."
Wen Zhi didn't even bother hiding her laugh.
Busy?
What could an unemployed bum possibly be busy with?
She knew better than Wen Xue exactly how much allowance he got every month.
Buying a 2.6-million necklace for Wen Xue?
Unless Mo Tingjue had gone insane.
Seeing the mockery on Wen Zhi's face made Wen Xue's expression darken further.
She absolutely could not lose face in front of Wen Zhi.
She strode to another display case and looked at the 900,000-yuan necklace she'd admired many times.
Wen Zhi still didn't have a single nice piece of jewelry—
Even if she bought this one, she could still crush Wen Zhi.
Feeling much better, she said calmly,
"This necklace is better. Suits me more. I'll take it."
The sales associate hurried to ring it up.
Just then, another associate carefully approached, holding a tray.
She stopped in front of Wen Zhi and said respectfully:
"Miss Wen, sorry to keep you waiting.
Your necklace is ready."
Wen Zhi blinked.
Hers?
She hadn't chosen anything yet—
and she'd been looking at gold bracelets, not necklaces.
The associate presented it to her.
"This is the TY Heart, custom-made for you by Mr. Y.
Please inspect it."
Mr. Y?
Before Wen Zhi could ask, Wen Xue leaned over curiously.
One glance at the necklace, and she let out a mocking laugh.
"This necklace is way too simple. Must be cheap.
Where did you find this admirer—acting rich when he's clearly not?"
The store associate quickly clarified:
"No, miss.
Mr. Y is a top-tier tycoon.
This necklace is the only one of its kind in the world.
Its value is four million."