Chapter 63

Chapter 63

"Such a hurry?" Jiang Yiyan hadn’t expected Wen Mochuan to push her so quickly to fulfill her promise.

He didn’t seem like someone without other shirts to wear. Why was he in such a rush? Jiang Yiyan felt a bit resentful inside.

But it was something they had agreed upon before, and she happened to have time these past few days. Since he brought it up, she couldn’t refuse.

Wen Mochuan also provided a reasonable explanation: "Today isn’t Monday; there’s no morning meeting. The company hasn’t been as busy lately, so I can spare some time. Even if something comes up, Xu Ao is at the office; he will handle it and report back promptly."

What could Jiang Yiyan say then? She could only say, "Alright."

Jiang Yiyan had originally planned to take Meimei shopping once she returned, as she hadn’t spent much time with her recently. However, Wen Mochuan chose this time to go out with his wife precisely to avoid their daughter.

Having their daughter around was nice, but occasionally, he wanted to enjoy some alone time with his wife.

So, Wen Mochuan said, "Feng Ma just took her out; we don’t know when she’ll be back. The weather has cooled down recently, and she likes going to the park often." His implication was clear: let her play; there’s no need to wait for her.

Buying a shirt should be quick. For someone like Wen Mochuan, who wears high-quality clothes, there would be designated stores. With a clear goal, they could go in, buy, and leave swiftly.

After a brief consideration, Jiang Yiyan nodded in agreement.

Entering the mall, they bypassed the affordable section and headed straight for the luxury brands. The salesperson in the brand area glanced briefly at the new arrivals and immediately greeted them with a smile.

"Sir, madam, what are you looking for? Is there anything I can help with?" The female salesperson was enthusiastic, making both her attitude and tone very pleasant.

Jiang Yiyan didn’t want to browse and asked directly, "Do you have men’s shirts?"

"Yes, yes, we do." The young saleswoman quickly sized up Wen Mochuan, noticing his tall stature and obvious model-like figure. She then asked, "Would you prefer formal or casual shirts? Sir, with your distinguished appearance, you’d look good in anything. How about trying on a few different styles?"

Jiang Yiyan’s face twitched.

She had secretly checked the price tags while pretending to look at the shirts. A regular shirt cost several thousand yuan. Replacing one shirt was already pushing it; if he liked multiple shirts, what would she do?

So, Jiang Yiyan stiffly refused the saleswoman’s offer: "No, thank you. We’ll look around ourselves and try on something suitable." She tried to appear calm and collected. After saying this, she walked away from the saleswoman and began browsing casually.

The saleswoman wasn’t about to let her go. She scanned them again and then led them to another section. "Please follow me here. This area features the latest seasonal collections for both men’s shirts and women’s dresses. Some pieces are exclusive to our store in Shenzhen." People of status value uniqueness, and experienced salespeople understand their customers’ psychology well.

Jiang Yiyan thought it wasn’t necessary. She found the saleswoman’s excessive enthusiasm annoying and her constant chatter headache-inducing.

But now that they were there, leaving abruptly wouldn’t be appropriate. All she could do was reluctantly follow along, hoping Wen Mochuan wouldn’t like any of the new designs and settle for an old one instead.

Her legs felt heavy, but to avoid appearing awkward, she followed.

Today, they encountered two customers who clearly had money. The saleswoman put all her effort into selling the most expensive items.

Despite her persuasive skills, Wen Mochuan remained unfazed, maintaining a mysterious expression.

Jiang Yiyan wasn’t interested in the saleswoman’s spiel and secretly checked the prices again. Seeing the exorbitant price tag, she almost gasped and wished to flee.

Wen Mochuan, pretending to listen attentively, observed his wife’s actions. This was the second time she checked the prices, indicating her reluctance to spend so much on a shirt for him.

A faint smile appeared on his lips. When the saleswoman finally paused, Wen Mochuan said, "Bring me that one over there and this one to try on."

"The one over there" was less expensive and not a new season item, while "this one" was the newly recommended piece.

The saleswoman eagerly fetched the shirts, adding a few more on her own initiative, including both men’s and women’s styles.

Before the saleswoman could speak, Jiang Yiyan waved her off, "I won’t try anything, thank you."

The saleswoman glanced at Wen Mochuan, implying that since she had already brought the extra items, shouldn’t he encourage his wife to try them? Usually, men would pretend to be generous in front of their partners, even if it hurt their wallets.

But appearances matter. Spending a little more wouldn’t hurt.

However, this couple was unusual. The man didn’t insist, and the woman didn’t want to try anything.

Wen Mochuan didn’t comment on the saleswoman’s behavior but only took the two shirts he requested and headed to the fitting room. After a few steps, he turned back and asked his wife, "Will you help me choose?"

Jiang Yiyan didn’t really want to, but she couldn’t refuse in public. Reluctantly, she followed.

She wouldn’t enter the fitting room, so she stood outside: "Go ahead and try them on; I’ll see how they look."

Fortunately, Wen Mochuan didn’t pressure her further, nodding and entering the fitting room alone.

Soon, he emerged wearing the new season shirt. The collar was still unbuttoned, giving a slightly disheveled look. Despite this, his tall frame made the white shirt look incredibly expensive.

The saleswoman, waiting outside the fitting room, saw Wen Mochuan in the new shirt and her eyes lit up. She approached, continuing her praise and insisting, "Honestly, this shirt is perfect for you. Without your unique aura, it would be wasted on anyone else. It’s a picky piece, and today, it found its rightful owner." As she spoke, she tiptoed to button the top buttons for him.

Wen Mochuan stepped aside, avoiding her touch.

His gaze shifted to his wife standing behind the saleswoman, unmoved.

"Help me button it; I want to see the effect."

The saleswoman realized her mistake and awkwardly stepped back.

Jiang Yiyan hesitated, "You’re too tall; I might not reach."

Wen Mochuan smiled slightly, "Actually, I’m not sure about this one. Let’s see how it looks buttoned. If it doesn’t work, we’ll skip the rest and get the other one."

Jiang Yiyan’s eyes brightened, and she rushed to him with the speed of a sprinter.

Wen Mochuan had already turned to face the mirror, raising his hands, about to do it himself. Suddenly, a slender and graceful figure appeared in front of him. That luminous face, topped with a bright smile, was looking up at him.

The chandelier's light fell on her face, bringing her charming features close enough to touch. It seemed like the first time he had ever looked at her so closely.

For a moment, Wen Mochuan's heartbeat quickened, and his breathing grew more rapid. But he managed to control himself, quickly returning to normal.

Pretending nothing was amiss, he stretched out his arms, chin slightly raised, allowing her to stand on tiptoe and fuss around him. Though the time was brief, it felt like an eternity to him, or perhaps subconsciously, he wished this intimate moment could last longer.

"Done." After fastening his buttons, Jiang Yiyan immediately stepped back, standing a bit farther away.

The saleswoman, who had initially planned to offer more ties, now realized something was off and did not dare to push further. She stood quietly to the side.

Wen Mochuan looked at the mirror, observing his wife's expression through its reflection. Seeing her face filled with anticipation, even with a glimmer in her eyes, as if waiting for him to make an important decision for her.

Wen Mochuan's heart softened instantly, deciding not to tease her any longer. He said earnestly, "This one isn't good; get another one."

"Yes, sir," the saleswoman responded promptly. Without waiting for Wen Mochuan to change, she went into the fitting room to fetch and pack the other shirt.

Jiang Yiyan followed to pay.

After changing into his clothes, Wen Mochuan also approached the counter. Jiang Yiyan had already paid, and upon seeing him, she presented the shirt bag with both hands, her joy evident in her words: "Mr. Wen, a gift for you."

Wen Mochuan smiled as he accepted it, politely responding, "Thank you, Miss Jiang."

After they left, the saleswomen gathered together, whispering and speculating about their relationship. How could it be that the man seemed to be kept by a wealthy beauty?