Chapter Sixty-Eight: I Possess the Supreme King Card!

Leaving his sister behind, Ye Wushang lifted his head and glared coldly at Lan Ruoshuang. "Lan Ruoshuang, for the sake of your sister, I'll let this go," he said icily. "All I ask is that you apologize to my sister right now, and then take these people and leave. Let this matter end here, or else—"

"Heh." Lan Ruoshuang laughed softly, her tone mocking. "You want me to apologize to you? No problem. Either I slap you across the face to get back my lost dignity, or you pay for that dress the little tramp is wearing. As long as you can afford it, I'll agree. But you were thrown out by my sister with nothing—do you even have money to buy it? I doubt you can even afford a pair of underwear."

Her words drew a wave of laughter from the crowd. Not just Zheng Yiren and the security guards, but also the onlookers, burst into raucous laughter.

When everyone learned that Lan Ruoshuang and her companion had close ties to a shareholder of this building, their sympathies immediately shifted to the two women. Especially since the brother and sister looked utterly down-and-out—clearly penniless, yet insisting on coming here to show off, even trying on such expensive clothes. What else could it be but vanity?

"Hey, did you hear them? They're asking you to apologize."
"If you won't apologize, then pay for the dress!"
"Not paying, not apologizing—how thick-skinned can you be? How can anyone be so shameless?"
"Idiot."
"Moron."

The crowd jeered and hurled insults. In their eyes, this brother and sister were the very embodiment of shamelessness.

These words cut Ye Wuyou to the core. She understood her brother's intentions. But when sheltering under someone's roof, one must bow their head. She rushed over, grabbing Ye Wushang and nearly wailing, "Enough, Brother! Can't we just apologize and leave? I don't want to stay here any longer, I don't want them pointing and whispering at us anymore. I don't—"

"But I want to buy the dress for you," Ye Wushang said, pulling his sister into his arms and whispering in her ear, "Don't worry. I will make Lan Ruoshuang apologize to you. I will help you regain the dignity you think you've lost. I'm not who I used to be."

"Brother..." Tears welled in Ye Wuyou's eyes as she looked at him. Before she could say more, he suddenly turned to the scornful sales clerk and asked, "Tell me, how much is the dress my sister is wearing?"

"What’s the point of asking? You can't buy it anyway..."

"When I ask, you answer," Ye Wushang said, raising his voice and growing stern. The saleswoman was startled by his fierce gaze and blurted out, "One hundred and sixty-eight thousand..."

"Very well, I'll buy this dress," Ye Wushang declared, reaching into his pocket.

He had just received five million in cash from Lord Rabbit and hadn't had time to deposit it. The other ten-million bank card was in the pants from yesterday—not in the suit trousers he wore today. As he fumbled, considering what to do, Lan Ruoshuang sneered, "Go on, buy it. You've been searching your pockets for ages—don’t tell me you have no money?"

"If you have no money, hurry up and apologize to Ruoshuang!"
"In light of your behavior, the apology must be upgraded."
"You must kneel and kowtow while apologizing!"

Zheng Yiren chimed in angrily. Meanwhile, the other security guards, under her signal, quickly closed in, surrounding the siblings.

The onlookers all thought Ye Wushang was putting on airs without the means to back it up. People like him, obsessed with saving face and suffering for it, were all too common.

"So, do you have any money or not? If not, just say so and I'll take the dress off..."

"I'll just use this!" As the saleswoman pressed him impatiently, Ye Wushang finally drew out a card—not a bank card, but the Supreme King Card An Lan had given him.

She had said: at any business under the An Group, this card could be used to make purchases without spending a single cent—and it entitled the holder to the highest level of service.

Although this building wasn't developed by the An Group, all property rights were managed by the An family. Especially for international brands like Thousand Beauties, which had long since signed strategic partnership agreements with the An family. Calling them a subsidiary of the An Group was hardly an exaggeration.

"If you want to buy the dress, use a bank card," the saleswoman said. "Why are you giving me some random card..."

As she grumbled and took the card, she glanced at it—and froze in shock when she saw what it was. After a long stunned silence, she shouted, "Oh my god, isn’t this the Supreme King Card of the An Group? How do you have this card?"

The jeering and ridicule in the shop instantly fell silent. Then, in a flash, thunderous discussions erupted.

"Supreme King Card? Did I hear that right?"
"As far as I know, only the An family has that card. They've only ever issued five!"
"It's a reward for those who’ve made huge contributions to the An family—even most of their own people don’t have it!"
"With this, you can spend freely at any An Group business, without limitation and with any request granted!"
"The An family is the most powerful household in Jinghan, with their hands in every economic field."
"In other words, with the Supreme King Card, you could walk sideways through Jinghan! But how could someone like him have such a valuable card?"

The entire place was in shock. The way everyone looked at Ye Wushang changed; the mockery and humiliation vanished, replaced by a deep, inexpressible fear and awe.

"I've heard of the Supreme King Card. It may look ordinary, but its power is immense," someone muttered.

"How could this loser possibly have one?" Zheng Yiren was dumbfounded, her heart pounding—this time, she knew she was in trouble.

Lan Ruoshuang was even more stunned. Back at the small workshop, she had met An Lan, but at the time, while they spoke of her identity, she had been busy tending to Sun Chuanlong and hadn't realized who An Lan truly was. So the fact that Ye Wuyou had the Supreme King Card left her utterly bewildered as well.

This useless man had ruined her marriage and cost her the workshop land. He had just slapped her in the face—if she didn't get her dignity back, how could she face anyone in the future?

"Hey, don’t just stand there gawking—look closely! Is that card even real?" Lan Ruoshuang called to the saleswoman, unwilling to accept the reality.

Her words immediately drew a chorus of agreement and demands for verification. Knowing the power of the Supreme King Card, the saleswoman quickly called over several colleagues to help verify it.

In the end, they all agreed: the card was genuine—it was the Supreme King Card issued by the An family!

"Brother, what are they talking about? What's a Supreme King Card?" Ye Wuyou asked, still bewildered.

"You don’t need to know," Ye Wushang replied with a smile. "Just remember, we don’t need to leave. If you like the dress, we’ll buy it. And as for Lan Ruoshuang’s earlier insults, she owes you an apology—one that satisfies you."

With that, he looked up at the stunned saleswoman and asked, "Well? Can I buy this dress?"

"Yes, yes, of course!" she replied. He might not look impressive, but anyone with the Supreme King Card was a supreme VIP—far above even Zheng Yiren’s top-tier status. Even though Lin Dong was the son of a minor shareholder, the real power rested with the An family. If the An family so much as gave the word, every store here would close and pay hefty penalties for breach of contract.

She was just a salesgirl—she couldn’t afford to offend someone of this stature.

"Like hell you can!" Just as the saleswoman was about to offer her most enthusiastic service, Lan Ruoshuang, still refusing to admit defeat, suddenly shouted, "Even if the card is real, so what? How can you prove it’s his?"

"What if he picked it up? Or stole it, or grabbed it—there are plenty of ways he could have gotten it dishonestly. What does that prove?"

Lan Ruoshuang was determined to fight Ye Wushang to the bitter end. She would never give up until her dignity was restored.

She stepped forward, pointing at Ye Wushang, and declared loudly, "Listen up, everyone! I am Lan Ruoshuang, second daughter of the third-rate Lan family! And this man is Ye Wushang, formerly my sister’s husband, my ex-brother-in-law. He spent his days doing laundry, cooking, making tea—utterly spineless, cowardly, a first-class loser! Ask yourselves, how could such a pathetic man have any connection to the An family? How could he possibly have the An family’s Supreme King Card?"

"This card must be suspect!"

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