Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 809 - 339 Miss Mo Hongjuan Goes on a Killing Spree!

Chapter 809: Chapter 339 Miss Mo Hongjuan Goes on a Killing Spree!

Years later, Aunt Wang would deeply regret why she decided to open her door that day.

But now, she opened it without any precautions.

As soon as she saw Mo Hongjuan, her expression was puzzled.

"What’s wrong, Juan?"

"Quick, come out! I need your help!"

Aunt Wang was lured out the door and Mo Hongjuan grabbed her hand tightly, not letting go.

"Here’s the thing, my son came back and bought me two minks. This kid, as soon as he has some cash, he starts throwing it around... Oh, right, I don’t even know if this stuff is any good. You have to help me check!"

"Ah? Oh."

Aunt Wang blankly grabbed the tag hanging outside the fur coat and subconsciously said, "Isn’t the information and price tag right here? Take a look at the type of fur and then check the price..."

"Oh dear, I completely forgot about that!"

Mo Hongjuan smacked her thigh, desperate, "Then please help me check it out!"

"Oh, sure!"

The pace was too fast. Before Aunt Wang could react, she was reading the tag aloud: "Nordic Purple Mink, material origin, Finland, listed price 488,888... My goodness!"

Aunt Wang tossed the tag as if it was burning her hands, and her eyes scanned up and down Mo Hongjuan; her voice nearly broke as she shouted.

"Purple Mink?! Almost 500k for a mink?!"

Mo Hongjuan’s mouth twitched, struggling to keep control, then feigned surprise with great effort: "Yo, that expensive? Dammit, this reckless kid of mine, earns a bit of money and doesn’t know how to act. Look what he has done..."

Aunt Wang initially looked pale, then her cheeks slowly turned red—she finally got the hint.

"Oh great, Mo Hongjuan, did you come specifically to show off to me?!"

Ms. Mo of course wouldn’t admit it: "What are you saying? Why would I do that? I just wanted to ask if the goods were good quality, not to get sucked into a scam, right?"

"Not at all!"

Aunt Wang was about to roll her eyes to the ceiling, turning to leave, "The stuff is really nice, you wear it. Anyway, I have corn boiling at home, I need to go check on my pot!"

Mo Hongjuan was quick, grabbing hold of her.

"Look at you, what’s the rush? Is Old Zhao going to burn the pot down or what? Come on, help me downstairs. Our Pipi brought back a truckload of New Year’s goods, we’ve been neighbors for so many years, nobody’s getting left out, certainly not you!"

Aunt Wang really wanted to leave, from the bottom of her heart.

Her relationship with Mo Hongjuan wasn’t bad, but when old ladies gather year after year, gossiping and picking at each other, it’s inevitable to mock those who aren’t doing well.

Previously, Mo Hongjuan had been her favorite target to brag about and ridicule.

What do you think would happen next?

Yet just as she took a step, Mo Hongjuan firmly locked her arm.

"Being polite with me? We’ve been neighbors for so many years, if you dare leave today, we can’t continue like this! My son brought back so much stuff, if you don’t pick first, how can I move it into the house? Come on!"

Aunt Wang still tried to struggle: "Clothes! Clothes! I didn’t wear a coat; let me go home and put something on!"

Mo Hongjuan threw her own down jacket at her.

"Wear mine! We’re sisters, what else is there to it!"

Wang Sanmei was completely covered by a work jacket that smelled of cooking oil and pancake, and she was a mess when she pulled it off, almost biting off a molar in frustration.

Damn sisters!

Why the hell didn’t you let me wear the mink?!

But at that point, there really was nowhere to run, so she reluctantly followed downstairs—curious, after all, to see what the New Year’s goods were like.

The two of them clung to each other as they went downstairs.

Er, one afraid the other would run away, the other afraid of being dragged forcibly, might as well stick together.

From the fourth floor to the second, Sister Jin suddenly opened her door and peeked out half her body, nosy: "Hey Juan, what’s all the racket upstairs?"

Mo Hongjuan raised an eyebrow: "Eh? Sister Jin, how did you know my son bought me two minks?"

Sister Jin was confused: "I didn’t know..."

Wang Sanmei rolled her eyes in frustration: Dammit, here we go again!

Mo Hongjuan turned around, swinging the hanging tag over: "Take a look, is it too big? It always feels too loose when I wear it..."

Sister Jin couldn’t resist, grabbed the tag, and took a peek.

"Holy shit! What’s this?"

Mo Hongjuan looked utterly puzzled: "Mink? Just a little filial piety from my son, nothing worth mentioning!"

"Uh... um... very filial indeed... haha..."

Sister Jin shakily stuffed the tag into her hoodie then quickly shut her security door with a slam!

A dull noise came from the peephole: "I’m cleaning pig intestines at home; you know, opening the door will spread the smell. Let’s chat another time when I’m free!"

Mo Hongjuan and Wang Sanmei exchanged glances, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHA!"

Don’t blame Wang Sanmei for so quickly joining the scoffing; she had been rubbed raw hanging off Ms. Mo’s belt, how could she not relish the disaster for a moment?

And it wasn’t just about relishing; she even actively pulled others in.

"Where’s Liu Ping? Call her over!"

Mo Hongjuan, while replying to messages for her relatives, waved her hand: "If you want to call her, you call, I’m not the kind of person who loves showing off!"

I’ll be damned!

Wang Sanmei gritted her teeth as she began stirring others into action—no one’s escaping the humiliation she endured!

Then, when the two of them got downstairs and stepped to the front of the building to look at...

They were both stunned.

"Juan, you never said it was this kind of vehicle..."

Actually, Mo Hongjuan was also panicking deep inside, but forced herself to keep a steely resolve, waving her hand dismissively.