After I Funded Her, I was Attacked

"What's so difficult about it? That's all the more reason for me to help. No worries, I'm familiar with Hermès bags. Let me recommend some."

With that, I walked into the store, sat on the sofa, and enjoyed a cup of coffee before getting up.

As soon as I left, a few roommates wiped down the spot where I'd been sitting with alcohol wipes, sarcastically telling the sales associate, "Your brand should really pay attention to hygiene. It's summer, and clothes are thin. Don't spread any viruses."

I smirked inwardly but kept a friendly expression as I approached Tina to show her the bags.

One roommate rolled her eyes and used a tissue to pull me away.

"What do you know? You think you've seen more than Tina? If you can't afford it, don't touch it. They'll have to disinfect it after you."

Another whispered something to the sales associate, whose smile froze.

She looked at me cautiously, put on a mask, and said, "Miss, we have a sofa over there for resting. Please don't disturb other customers."

I nodded indifferently.

"That's fine. The new collection has already been delivered to my home, so I'll just go rest."

Normally, the flagship store's top sales associate contacts me directly with new releases, and I'm always the first to get them.

Hearing this, the roommates looked at me with even more disdain.

"An older man really knows how to spoil someone. He's old enough to be her dad, yet she still goes for it..."

They flocked to Tina, practically worshipping her.

"There aren't many like our Tina—beautiful and kind-hearted. Some people may look good, but they act like they've never seen money before."

Tina basked in the compliments, her smile stretching to her ears.

The next moment, she happily waved her hand, inviting everyone to pick whatever they liked, saying she'd cover all the expenses.

The roommates praised her even more, and Tina's false eyelashes nearly fluttered off from her laughter.

I sat on the sofa, leisurely enjoying some dessert, wondering if she'd still be smiling when it came time to pay.

The group quickly dispersed, finding the new items they had scouted online, and lined up at the register.

Tina, eyes smiling, pulled out the supplementary card I had given her five years ago.

The roommates were already outside, waiting with their bags.

But after entering the password, the payment didn't go through.

Each failed attempt filled her eyes with anxiety, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

The roommates, chatting outside, finally sensed something was wrong and came in to ask, "What's going on?"

Tina's eyes quickly darted to me, as I sat calmly sipping my milkshake.

She forced an awkward smile and said, "Could it be that your payment account is restricted by the bank? Maybe you should check with them."