Chapter 815 — The Rich Lady's Identity
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No wonder Gou Huli had mistaken Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu for cleaners. Both of them were dressed in tracksuits, their faces and hair soaked and plastered into a mess by the water. At first glance, anyone would have taken them for country girls who had come to the city to work.
And Wei Zhao was dressed like a migrant laborer too, a lawnmower in his hands. If that did not make him a gardener, then what did?
So Gou Huli's first thought was that these two cleaners and this one gardener had taken advantage of the owner's absence to have a water fight with the hose, and now the damage had spilled over onto her. How could she possibly let them off lightly?
Never mind a few maids with no connections to speak of; even toward the residents of this villa, Gou Huli considered herself a cut above.
"She has already apologized. Please mind your language." Naturally, Wei Zhao was not about to stand by and watch Gu Mengyao be bullied, so he walked over and spoke to the woman. The woman's words were rather rude, but after all, the young lady and Xiao Shu had been the ones to drench her, so the fault lay on their side first. That was why Wei Zhao said nothing more.
"Apologize? What the hell good is an apology?" Gou Huli glared and turned to Wei Zhao. "I ask you, you are a gardener, what right do you have to speak to me? You little people have no right to speak to me at all, not even the right to fart!"
Wei Zhao frowned. The woman's words were truly ugly. Had it not been their side that was in the wrong, Wei Zhao would long since have stopped paying her any mind. But Wei Zhao was not an unreasonable man: "We have already apologized. What more do you want?"
"What more do I want? Do you know how much this outfit of mine costs? I bought it just yesterday, and today is the first time I have worn it, and now it has been drenched like this! This is an international luxury brand. Have you ever even seen one?" Gou Huli pointed at the clothes on her body and roared. "Talking to little people like you is pointless; you would not know it even if I told you!"
"We can compensate you with a new one," Wei Zhao said mildly. If she had not been a woman, Wei Zhao might already have lost his patience.
"Compensate? With what? Do you know how much my clothes cost? How much is your monthly salary? Even if you sold yourselves, you could not afford it!" Gou Huli gave a cold laugh, her eyes full of contempt.
"Just tell us how much it costs." Gu Mengyao too felt a deep resentment toward this woman. True, it had been her fault earlier, but she had already apologized and was willing to cover the woman's losses, yet the woman still would not let it go and kept screeching on and on.
"How much? Thirty-eight thousand!" Gou Huli looked at Gu Mengyao and said proudly.
"Oh. Wei Zhao, go and get her forty thousand," Gu Mengyao said to Wei Zhao with a slight frown, her tone indifferent.
"Forty thousand? What a grand tone! I never imagined that slaves working in rich people's houses could be so wealthy. You look like quite the seductress; I suppose you sleep with the master at night too?" Gou Huli mocked without the slightest restraint.
"Who are you calling a slave?" Gu Mengyao was rather displeased. "I have already paid you for it. Take the money and you can go. We still have to get back to scrubbing the house."
"Hmph! Pay? Is paying enough? These clothes of mine are an international luxury brand, something money cannot buy!" Seeing Gu Mengyao's attitude, Gou Huli was thoroughly displeased. A little vixen actually dared to speak to a rich lady like her this way; it was simply infuriating!
"Then how did you buy it?" Wei Zhao glanced at the young lady, signaling her to hold her tongue and let him handle it, and then said to Gou Huli, "If you can buy it, so can we. If you do not want the money, I can buy you an identical one."