In the largest commercial street of Jiangnan City.
Within the entire Jiang Province, Jiangnan ranked among the top three cities. Naturally, many high-end luxury brands were drawn by its strong economy and set up shop here. This commercial street practically housed most of the domestic and international luxury and fashion brands, and the land around it was worth its weight in gold.
On this sunny morning, the bustling street was filled with people.
Qin Lingxue was dressed in a pure white dress today, with white sneakers on her feet. Her stunning face and refined figure made pedestrians turn back for another look with every few steps.
By contrast, Jiang Zhao was dressed much more simply—a plain black T-shirt and casual pants, walking with a lazy slouch.
Feeling the constant pressure from the two soft mounds squeezing against his arm, Jiang Zhao’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since they began walking.
Qin Lingxue was usually busy with work and rarely had time to go shopping. At the moment, she was curiously examining the storefronts along both sides of the street.
Then, without warning, she tugged Jiang Zhao into a clothing store.
Inside, the store was filled with dazzling clothes, covering nearly every style on the market.
A female sales assistant walked over and bent slightly with a respectful smile, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Qin Lingxue directly took out a black card from Huaguo Bank and pointed at several men’s shirts hanging in the store. “That one, that one… and that one. Pick one in his size for each and have him try them on.”
Upon seeing that black card, the sales assistant’s eyes lit up. Big spender incoming!
“Alright, I’ll get them right away. Please wait a moment.”
After a quick glance at Jiang Zhao’s build, she turned and went to find the right sizes.
Jiang Zhao grumbled, “I used to be the CEO of a billion-yuan company, and now I’ve fallen to the point of living off a woman.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Qin Lingxue snorted, “Others want to and I won’t even give them the chance.”
Just then, the sales assistant returned with the shirts and handed them over respectfully, “Sir, the fitting room is inside.”
Jiang Zhao nodded and was just about to walk over when he noticed Qin Lingxue following him. He turned and asked, confused, “I’m going to change. Why are you following me?”
Qin Lingxue pointed at herself, then at him, and said matter-of-factly, “I’m your girlfriend. Why can’t I follow you when you’re changing?” New chapters come out on g.com first.
Just because she’s the girlfriend, that means she can follow him to the changing room?
Jiang Zhao was speechless at her twisted logic. He straightened up and corrected her seriously, “No way. Watching me change in broad daylight—don’t you feel ashamed? You’re acting like a total perv.”
Qin Lingxue’s expression immediately darkened. She took a step forward and dragged him toward the fitting room by the hand. “What’s with the hesitation? I said I can watch, so I can!”
Last night she’d been too focused on the pleasure to notice the man’s physique. Now that she had the chance, how could she let it slip?
“Hey, stop pulling me…”
Smack!
“If you don’t want a lesson, behave yourself. Otherwise, I don’t mind giving you some serious training.”
“…”
The sales assistant watched with envy and muttered, “They’re so loving. When will I ever have a relationship like that?”
Soon, inside the enclosed fitting room—just big enough for two.
After locking the door, Qin Lingxue sat down on the bench with great interest, crossed her long white legs, and said, “Hurry and change, let me see how it fits.”
Jiang Zhao had no choice. Since it was only the upper half, he could accept it. Without wasting time, he stripped off his shirt.
As he removed the black T-shirt, a well-defined body came into view. His torso was lean and muscular, with six-pack abs clearly visible—every line a result of his regular training.
Qin Lingxue’s gaze swept over every inch of his skin, not missing a single detail. She was secretly pleased, thinking, This guy’s body is great. Plus, he’s smart. No wonder I chose him.
Soon, Jiang Zhao had put on the first long-sleeved shirt. The soft fabric hugged his body just right, highlighting his shape perfectly.
Just as he was about to change into the second one, Qin Lingxue suddenly stood up.
“What are you doing?” Jiang Zhao asked in confusion.
With a smile on her lips, Qin Lingxue grabbed his collar and said, “Giving you a little reward, of course.” Then, she leaned in and kissed him.
Jiang Zhao’s eyes widened as he felt her teeth pry his lips open and a nimble little tongue slip in.
Damn, was this woman addicted to kissing now? Even trying on clothes had to come with benefits?
His breathing became heavier. Jiang Zhao’s hands instinctively found their way to her soft waist. He was a man too—why should he always be passive?
Time to take the lead!
Just as Qin Lingxue was enjoying the moment, she felt his hand tighten around her waist and let out a soft moan, rolling her eyes at him with a seductive glance.
“Mm~”
This went on for a full ten minutes before Jiang Zhao finally claimed victory.
Used to being in control, Qin Lingxue was not pleased. She immediately stomped on his foot and said coldly, “Who said you could take the initiative? Jiang Zhao, you’re getting too bold. If you dare do that again, I promise you’ll regret it.”
“Ah…!” Jiang Zhao yelped in pain and complained, “You’re being unreasonable! Why should only you get to be the one in control? I’m a man too, you know!”
“I don’t care!” Qin Lingxue huffed, then turned and walked out of the fitting room.
Jiang Zhao stared after her in silence.
If he remembered correctly, in dramas, women with personalities like Qin Lingxue were often called “yandere.”
As expected, this woman was nuts—normal one second, crazy the next.
After Jiang Zhao finished trying on all the shirts, Qin Lingxue had already paid. Her expression had once again returned to the cold and elegant ice queen demeanor.
The two walked out of the clothing store together.
Qin Lingxue held his hand as they walked toward where the car was parked. “Let’s go. My parents are already waiting at home.”
The car wasn’t far, but by the time they got there, quite a few people had gathered around taking photos.
After all, it was a Maybach—especially one with a five-nine license plate, clearly a car only owned by a bigshot.
Jiang Zhao opened the door and got in. Qin Lingxue followed closely behind and directly sat on his lap, her whole body leaning into him.
“Uncle Fu, back to the ancestral home.”