"Coming right up." Jiang Yue said and walked away.
Seeing this, the couple looked at each other and smiled.
"Make it believable." The man whispered and the woman nodded in agreement.
.....
In the back room, Yu Nianzhen made the fresh juice while Jiang Yue watched from the side.
"There is something wrong with those two." Jiang Yue said and Yu Nianzhen frowned.
He knew his current face was disturbing to look at.
However, people rarely made things difficult for him.
"You have to be careful." Yu Nianzhen reminded.
"I know." Jiang Yue nodded and sighed.
"Whatâs the matter?"
"I miss my divine sense. If we had divine sense, we wouldnât need to worry so much."
"Mortals donât have divine sense."
"I know."
After that, Jiang Yue left the back room while carrying two juice glasses on a tray.
"Your drinks are ready." He said, placing the apple juice in front of the man.
A moment later, he picked up the glass of mango juice and planned to place it in front of the woman.
However, before he could, the woman extended her arm and reached for the glass.
"I am especially thirsty." She explained and Jiang Yue smiled before he spoke.
"I hope you like it." He said, loosening his grip on the juice glass.
"Hmmph." The woman snorted and pretended to take the glass.
Unfortunately, the glass âslippedâ from her hand, fell on the table, and broke into numerous pieces.
At the same time, big drops of mango juice splashed all over the place and patches of yellow appeared on the womanâs white dress.
Seeing this, the woman screamed and jumped out of her seat.
She subconsciously tried to wipe the yellow but only managed to widen the stains.
"You..., how could you do this?" She pointed at Jiang Yue.
"This..." Jiang Yue was at a loss.
Although he suspected the couple had come to the snack shop to cause trouble, he didnât expect the trouble to come so soon.
For a moment, he didnât react and could only stand there to endure the womanâs scolding.
"Is there something wrong with your hands? How could you drop the glass?" The woman continued and then turned to her husband.
"Husband, look at what he has done. My dress...wooohooo." She began to cry, her voice filled with grievances.
Seeing this, Jiang Yue almost rolled his eyes.
However, he resisted the urge and maintained a solemn look.
"He was intentional." The woman accused in a pitiful crying voice.
"Miss, we donât have a grudge. Why would I pour juice on you?" Jiang Yue questioned.
Hearing this, the woman sneered and glared at Jiang Yue.
"Tell me the truth..., did you pour juice on me to avenge your wife?"
"Avenge my wife?" Jiang Yue was flabbergasted.
Naturally, he was angry at the arrogant woman who despised his beloved.
However, the anger had not clouded his mind.
If he really wanted to avenge his Azhen, he wouldnât do it so stupidly.
"Miss, you are thinking too much."
"I donât think so." The woman said, her voice filled with certainty.
"You didnât wait for me to take the glass before you released your hold. If not intentional, how else should I interpret your actions?"
"Miss, it was an accident."
"Accident?" The woman snorted and a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes.
Although the accident was a conspiracy, her distress was real.
After all, the dress, shoes, bag, and jewellery on her body were all limited-edition pieces.
Losing one of them was like tearing a pound of flesh from her body.
"I donât care if it was an accident or intentional. You must compensate me." The woman demanded.
Hearing this, Jiang Yue sighed.
âSo this is where the trap is?â He thought but nothing showed on his face.
"The accident happened in my snack shop and I am willing to bear the cleaning cost. Miss, I will let my wife prepare a change of clothes for you. We can take your dress to the laundromat down the street."
"Laundromat down the street?" The woman sneered and looked at Jiang Yue without unconcealed disdain.
"My dress is a K12 limited edition. There are only eight in the world and it costs more than thirteen million yuan. Do you think itâs possible to properly clean it in the laundromat down the street?"
"Thirteen million yuan..." Jiang Yue was shocked.
He expected the dress to cost an outrageous sum.
However, he was still caught off guard.
In the cultivation world, people valued utility more than aesthetics.
When buying a robe, one must not only consider its appearance but also its protective ability.
After returning to Earth, Jiang Yue found it a little difficult to suddenly shift gears.
âCultivators have a long life but mortals seem to live a fuller life. Because of their short lifespan, mortals value self-fulfilment and always try to make their lives richer. Contrary, immortals are always pursuing a higher peak and rarely stop to look at the scenery.â He thought.
At the same time, his mind achieved a kind of clarity he hadnât felt for thousands of years.
"How dare you ignore me?" An angry voice suddenly interrupted his epiphany and a snow-white palm rushed towards his right cheek.
When Jiang Yue saw it, it was already too late to avoid the slap.
Fortunately, Yu Nianzhen had always been watching the drama.
Before the slap landed on his loverâs face, Yu Nianzhen rushed forward and caught the womanâs wrist.
"How dare you stop me?" The woman roared.
"If there is anything, letâs use words instead of fists." Yu Nianzhen advised.
"Talk...okay, letâs talk." The woman sneered and then turned to her husband.
"Husband, I want to give them my bank account number. If they donât transfer thirteen million, you must help me teach them a lesson."
"Miss, are you trying to blackmail us?" Yu Nianzhen asked, his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Itâs true that your husband poured juice on my dress and itâs true my dress costs more than thirteen million yuan. How am I blackmailing you?"
"At most, we can cover the cost of cleaning. We will not buy a new dress." Yu Nianzhen categorically refused.
At the moment, he and Jiang Yue were broke.
Put together, they were worth less than ten thousand yuan.
If asked to pay thirteen million yuan, even selling themselves would not cover the amount.
Most importantly, they had no reason to go along with the conspiracy and allow themselves to be taken advantage of.
Hearing Yu Nianzhenâs refusal, the woman burst into laughter.
"Do you think you have a choice?" She sneered.