Billionaire CEO’s Parents PRETEND To Be Poor Villagers To Find A Wife For Their Son

There was a silence, the kind that makes people uncomfortable because it exposes something ugly.

Daisy walked toward a sitting area and pulled out two chairs neatly like she had done it a thousand times.

“Please sit,” she said.

“You don’t have to stand near the door.

” The old couple hesitated, like they were afraid the chair might reject them, too.

But Daisy’s eyes were kind.

Not pitying, not fake, just kind.

Slowly, they sat down.

Daisy turned slightly and picked up a necklace from the display.

The stones on it caught the light and sparkled like they were laughing.

“Would you like to try this one?” Daisy asked the old woman.

The old woman’s hands trembled a little as she lifted her chin.

“Me?” “Yes, Ma.

” Daisy said, already moving behind her carefully.

Let me help you.

She placed the necklace gently around the woman’s neck and fastened it like it was precious, not because the necklace was expensive, but because the person wearing it was still a human being.

The old woman looked into the mirror.

For a second, her face softened like she was seeing a version of herself she had forgotten existed.

Anita scoffed loudly.

Ah.

Daisy ignored her.

She brought out a pair of shoes for the old woman to try, then another one.

She showed the old man a wristwatch, then a belt, then a simple pair of polished shoes.

“Feel free to try anything you like,” Daisy said, still warm.

“You don’t have to buy it just because you tried it on.

” The old man stared at her as if she was speaking a language he had not heard in years.

Daisy continued, carefully choosing her words.

“It’s okay to enjoy beautiful things,” she said.

Sometimes you can try them just for the joy of it.

Don’t feel forced.

No pressure.

The old woman looked at Daisy’s face like she was trying to understand if this kindness was real.

Then she glanced around at the boutique again.

The glass, the lights, the expensive smell in the air, and she looked back at Daisy.

The old couple didn’t speak much after that, but their eyes said everything.

They were shocked.

Not because of the necklace, not because of the shoes, but because for the first time that morning, someone had looked at them and seen people.

Not poverty.

And Daisy Oafur, without knowing it, had just stepped into a story that would change her life completely.

The old woman was still looking at herself in the mirror when Daisy gently adjusted at the necklace at her neck.

“It suits you,” Daisy said softly.

“It brings out your face.

” The old woman’s lips parted like she didn’t know whether to smile or not.

The old man cleared his throat and looked around the boutique again, still cautious, still quiet, but no longer shrinking into himself.

After a few more minutes, the old couple had picked a small stack of items, a necklace, a pair of shoes, a simple wristwatch, two clothing pieces folded neatly on the counter.

Daisy arranged everything with care as if she was wrapping something precious.

Then the old man spoke in a calm voice.

“Young lady,” he said.

“How much is everything we tried altogether?” Daisy opened her mouth to answer, but Anita Aer had been waiting for that moment like a hungry person waiting for food.

She stepped forward quickly, snatched the calculator, and started pressing buttons with sharp dramatic taps.

Her eyes flashed with excitement, the kind that comes when somebody thinks they are about to embarrass another person.

She didn’t even look at Daisy.

She looked straight at the old couple.

“Let me calculate it for you,” Anita said loudly.

The boutique had gone unusually quiet.

Even the staff pretending to work had paused, watching.

Anita lifted her chin like a queen delivering judgment.

“The total is 680,000,” she announced.

Then she smiled.

Not a friendly smile, a cruel one.

“If you can’t afford it,” she continued.

“Just say so.

Don’t stand there forming confidence.

” The old woman’s shoulders stiffened.

The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t shout.

He didn’t insult her back.

He simply looked at her steady and calm, like a man who had seen worse things than rude words.

Then he said quietly, but clearly, “It’s not expensive.

” Anita blinked.

the old man added almost casually.

It’s cheap.

For a second, nobody understood what they had heard.

One staff member made a small sound like a cough that wasn’t cough.

Ani Ume’s mouth fell open.