Cheyenne handed her a set of whitece and gauze lingerie, which looked very girlish at first nce, but also extremely sexy.


    The style is somewhat reminiscent of the maid outfits in anime, with a sheer cor that plunges low on the chest and a skirt hem that barely reaches the thighs. The addition of a white silk ribbon tied into a bow at the toppletes the look, making it absolutely breathtaking.


    “This one is in the shape of a fox spirit, and it alsoes with a fake tail.”


    The female attendant spoke and tiptoed to reach the white fox tail on the top shelf, taking it down. At the bottom of the tail was a fist-sized heart-shaped metal bar.


    Furry, just like a real fox tail.


    Kate, torn between excitement and bewilderment, asked, “How… how do I put this on?”


    Upon hearing this, the saleswoman smiled but remained silent.


    Cheyenne imagined that scene in her mind, blushing so much that she covered her face with her hands. Could she say that these things had long been a game to her and Kelvin?


    Kate hesitated for a moment, but ultimately walked into the fitting room with the set of maid’s uniform.


    She was bored and idle, so she decided to take a look at the other things in the store.


    Just then, two familiar figures walked into the store. The person on the left was wearing a white and elegant long dress made of light gauze, with chestnut straight hair falling loosely behind her head, revealing a pretty and delicate face.


    The person on the right is wearing a neat ck suit dress, with a face that bears some resemnce to Abbie’s, but with more bright features.


    Jane saw the woman wandering around in the store, and was momentarily stunned. She quickly reached out and poked Abbie’s elbow to get her attention.


    “Abbie, isn’t that Cheyenne?”


    Hearing the voice by her ear, Abbie turned to look in that direction and indeed saw Cheyenne standing in front of a pile of sexy lingerie, carefully examining them, her arms crossed, her extraordinarily beautiful face showing a very serious contemtion.


    It seemed like she was contemting which one was better.


    “She’s really shameless, she actually… actually watched that kind of thing!” Jane muttered through gritted teeth, secretly taking out her phone to capture the scene and post it online.


    Alongside the photo she sneakily took, Jane added a caption to her social media post: [Shopping with my cousin and seeing Cheyenne select sexy lingerie. Are young girls nowadays so open-minded?]


    In the picture, Cheyenne stood at the disy of provocative clothing, her eyes fixed on a ck sailor outfit, sparking vivid imaginations.


    Coincidentally, she was dressed in a palevender backless spaghetti-strap dress today, with the knee-length skirt and the delicate straps entuating her fair, sculpted shoulders.


    Her slightly bent posture made her body lean forward, emphasizing her slender waist and creating natural, captivating curves reminiscent of rolling hills.


    Given her pose and the context, it was easy for people to associate her with another aspect of life. Just a couple of days ago, her remarkable achievements in painting and calligraphy had drawn admiration and cheers from fans. Today, she had “exposed her true self,” leaving people in awe.


    Abbie watched this series of actions with a slight smile in her eyes, but did not try to stop Jane.


    Online, the response to this incident was divided into two extreme camps:


    “You are so rigid. What’s wrong with wearing sexy lingerie? Everyone has the right to decide whatever they want to wear. Personally, I think Cheyenne has a great figure. Even as a woman, I can’t help but drool over her.”


    “Cheyenne is a promiscuous woman, no wonder Mr. Foley wants to divorce her.”


    “What a shameless bitch! Buying sexy underwear just after a divorce, wouldn’t she feel ashamed of herself? Maybe she won the first ce in the previouspetition by sleeping with judges!”


    “Some people seem so jealous of Cheyenne. It’s obvious that Cheyenne was drawing on the spot. Are you trying to discredit her? I think you’re just jealous of her good figure, talent and beauty. I support the freedom of behavior in this era, whichw says it’s illegal to buy lingerie for your loved one?”


    Cheyenne was about to look away when she suddenly felt her phone vibrating in her bag, with messagesing in non-stop.


    She felt a bit annoyed and took out her phone to check it.


    Someone was mentioning her on Twitter.


    She checked those notifications one by one and found some people scolded her for being a vixen, bitch, and whore, while others gave her likes or thumbs-up, saying “Keep going and just be yourself.”


    What did she do to drive theseizens crazy again?


    She went back to the homepage and scrolled through the topics, and sure enough, she saw Jane’s tweet with over a thousandments already posted underneath it.


    The picture depicted her recent behavior.


    She was photographed without consent!


    Cheyenne angrily lifted her head, her cold gaze surveyed the store. Sure enough, she saw the two people at the entrance.


    With a sneer, she lifted her foot and walked towards the direction of those two people.


    Jane wasn’t fearful of Cheyenne’s approach at all because Abbie was around herself as her supporter.


    However, Jane was wrong. Cheyenne had plenty of ways to take care of her no matter who was around her.


    As Cheyenne approached them with an imposing manner, Jane was frightened and shouted in anger, “What do you want? You scared me!”


    Cheyenne held up her phone to show the tweet that had just been sent out.


    “Aunt Jane, can you exin this? ording to Che Penal Code, viting someone’s right to their image and reputation, as well as defaming and causing significant harm to another person’s reputation, is punishable by a sentence ranging from three to ten years.”


    Her voice was not loud but clear enough to attract other customers’ attention in the store.


    Hearing her call herself “Aunt Jane,” Jane trembled with anger. She gritted her teeth and asked sharply, “Who are you calling Aunt?”


    She was only 26 years old this year. How could she be called Aunt?N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    Cheyenne chuckled at Jane’s words and looked up at both of them with her chin raised. “Well, I remember you’re almost thirty while I just turned twenty recently. What should I call you if not Aunt? Olddy? Tsk tsk… you dress like one too.”


    Like a ck crow.


    “Almost thirty?” Jane’s sharp voice rang out as everyone in the store turned their heads towards them andughed while covering their mouths.


    “Well… some people look young even when they’re thirty. Aunt Jane, you are almost thirty but look like you’re already thirty-five.” Cheyenne continued sarcastically while pointing at Jane. “I overestimated your age before, but it seems like only middle-aged women like you have nothing better on their minds than dirty thoughts!”


    This insult clearly involved Abbie as well.


    In terms of age, Abbie was the same age as Kelvin who would turn 28 soon entering histe twenties this year.


    Abbie’s face darkened with rage.