I am the second generation of rich people in Shanghai.
I went to see a wedding room with my husband, and the saleswoman surrounded my husband the whole time.
He didn't even look at me and just left me alone.
When my husband saw the house and told me about it, I held the still-warm contract and said, "I've already signed it."
The female salesperson angrily scolded the new salesperson who signed a contract with me: "How dare you steal customers from me!"
Protecting the little girl behind me, I sneered: "I have always been her guest. There is no competition. After all, you have never received me."
The saleswoman turned around and looked at my husband pitifully: "Brother Song, you decide on your own house. Do you want her house or mine?"
I crossed my arms and looked at my husband with a smile.
Anyone who bullied me was scolded severely by him.
This time, he didn't say anything harsh. He just held my hand and smiled as gently as before: "Now that we've bought it, let's go to dinner."
After we turned around, the saleswoman asked worriedly: "Sister, it seems that the person who viewed the wedding room with you last time was not this brother. Who is your fiancé?"
