Jiang Cheng drove Wang Yuyan to the familiar Hang Lung Plaza again.
The moment she stepped out of the car Wang Yuyan hooked her arm through his with a sweet smile, clearly in high spirits.
The two of them walked toward the elevator laughing and chatting, every inch the loving couple.
Jiang Cheng had no objection; he let her soft, boneless form cling to him.
Inside the mall on the first floor, he glanced at the dazzling array of luxury brands and said casually, "Buy whatever you want today."
Seeing his generous, commanding manner, Wang Yuyan covered her mouth in delight. "Really?"
Watching her eyes sparkle, Jiang Cheng had to admit the power of luxury goods was formidable.
As the saying goes: no woman can resist the joy of shopping, and no woman can resist the lure of luxury.
"Of course—pick anything here. Just remember, the item I want must be bought as well."
"Got it, thank you, hubby." She didn't feign refusal; she excitedly planted several affectionate kisses on his cheek.
After all, he'd booked the 80,000-yuan-a-day villa for a whole month without batting an eye.
If she, his woman, put on coy reluctance, it would look far too contrived.
With that thought, she accepted gladly.
Her straightforwardness actually earned Jiang Cheng's approval.
Sometimes openly showing your desires makes a man feel you're genuine.
From the start they'd both been drawn to each other's strengths.
And a capable man doesn't mind spending money on his woman.
As expected, Wang Yuyan headed straight for Chanel.
At her age, loving Chanel was perfectly normal.
The Chanel Sales Associate spotted Jiang Cheng and greeted him eagerly.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jiang, welcome back."
He gave a faint nod; fortunately the SA was astute enough not to blow his 'good-boy' cover.
Though her face showed professional warmth, inwardly she grumbled again.
Another new Girl??
This was already Jiang Cheng's fourth visit—and each time with a different woman.
After Chanel they strolled over to LV.
The LV staff recognized him too.
High-end brands don't have that many big spenders.
Though they serve countless customers daily, few drop several hundred thousand yuan in one go.
So remembering the big-spender Jiang Cheng was only natural.
Luckily the SAs at top brands are thoroughly professional; none let their expressions slip.
Next Wang Yuyan popped into Christian Louboutin and picked out several pairs of heels.
Jiang Cheng knew the label: a house famed for bespoke stilettos.
Every pair is hand-crafted, one-of-a-kind.
Beautifully delicate, on her feet they looked like works of art.
The price, however, matched the word custom—simple styles started at fifty thousand yuan a pair.
She didn't drag him around much longer; soon they entered the Paris World boutique he'd requested.
She chose a few styles of the famed 'man-killer' lingerie and called the shopping spree done.
Jiang Cheng left everything at the stores for delivery to Luxury Hotel.
Then, like any ordinary couple, they wandered hand-in-hand among the food stalls near Hang Lung Plaza.
Wang Yuyan skewered a boiled fish ball, blew on it, and raised it to Jiang Cheng's lips.
"Here, try it. I remember this stall's fish balls are amazing; they're handmade. I used to love them, but after I started working I never had time to come."
"You like this stuff?" He sounded surprised.
To him she'd seemed rather materialistic—otherwise she wouldn't have approached him in the first place.
Though she did have genuine feelings for him now.
Still, those feelings had initially been built on money.
Noticing his tone, she flushed and asked quickly, "Mm, don't you want it? If you don't like street food we can switch—there's plenty inside the plaza."
"It's not that; I just figured our first meal out should be something nice."
Realizing he wasn't looking down on the stall, she relaxed.
"No need. High-end restaurants or street stalls are all the same to me; what matters is who I'm eating with. Today I just want to experience the fun ordinary couples have—shopping together, eating together… I'd always imagined this." She smiled shyly.
"Whatever makes you happy."
He opened his mouth and ate the fish ball from her hand; it really was good.
Fresh and fragrant, faintly sweet, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for enjoying a delicious bite; reward: one gourmet cashback card (1×–100× multiplier)!"
He hadn't expected a simple street snack to earn him another gourmet cashback card.
He still remembered the first time he'd used one—treating Wang Zheng and Chen Hoo to Yellow-lip Fish—and had netted over two hundred million yuan.
Seeing Wang Yuyan's satisfied smile, so different from her luxury-shopping look, he felt a pang of reflection.
Enjoyment in life truly comes in many forms.
Were it not for a restless society and ruthless comparisons, probably no one would choose materialism… After a while they returned to Luxury Hotel.
Back in the villa, Jiang Cheng asked Wang Yuyan for a private hydro-therapy massage.
Half an hour later he rose, refreshed.
After a quick shower they slipped into robes and returned to the bedroom.
With several previous encounters, Wang Yuyan was no longer shy.
She considerately poured him a glass of red wine; after a few sips they began trading idioms.
Back and forth, an idiom chain game.
Repay kindness with gushing springs, buy low sell high, out of thin air, rock back and forth with laughter…