Yaohui Mall was bustling with noise and excitement. Fei Yangyao stood at the entrance of his family’s mall, filled with emotion. Two lifetimes, and this was actually his first time seriously shopping for women’s clothing. Facing the dazzling variety of outfits, he felt momentarily lost, not knowing what to buy. After some thought, Fei Yangyao decided to follow the sales assistant’s guidance and start with casual everyday wear.
“Today’s mission is to buy twenty sets of beautiful clothes, understand?” Young Master Fei said seriously.
The little maid looked troubled. “Twenty sets? Isn’t that too much?”
Fei Yangyao frowned. “Too much? Then make it thirty! And at least fifteen of them must be work uniforms!”
The little maid was dumbfounded. “Ah?”
“Take a look at this one,” Fei Yangyao said, pointing at an outfit the sales assistant recommended. It was a dark green loose blouse paired with high‑waisted deep blue denim shorts and black loafers—fresh and stylish.
The little maid was stunned when she saw the price—8,800 yuan! “8,800 yuan? That’s nearly a year of my food expenses.”
But Young Master Fei waved his hand decisively. “Wrap it up!”
“Ah?”
Ignoring her reaction, Fei Yangyao pointed to another outfit, Summer Blooming Dream—a bright yellow floral dress, the light fabric covered with tiny blossoms. The V‑neck and puffed sleeves gave it a vintage elegance, and the uneven hem fluttered softly. Paired with pink open‑toe sandals, it radiated the warmth and sweetness of summer.
“Stop saying ah. Look at this one,” Fei Yangyao said, feeling it suited her even better.
“This one’s 12,000 yuan—more expensive than the last one!”
“Wrap it up too.”
“Ah?”
And so began the extravagant shopping spree—an overbearing young master dragging along a stunned little maid who could only keep saying “ah.”
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“This one, this one, this one, and this one… wrap them all up! Let her try them on.” Fei Yangyao waved his hand, pointing at several outfits he found pleasing.
“This is too wasteful,” Jiang Anran said nervously.
“You don’t get to decide. I decide. Go change! We’ll buy whatever fits. Wearing those shabby old uniforms—are you trying to embarrass the Fei family?”
Jiang Anran couldn’t argue with that and obediently went to change. In her heart, she quietly remembered this kindness.
Some of the clothes were maid and office uniforms, but most were just beautiful everyday outfits—clothes, shoes, hats, scarves, handbags, and hair accessories—everything she could wear was replaced.
Jiang Anran knew Young Master Fei was “sneaking in personal interest.” Among a few embarrassing uniforms, he carefully picked many new clothes that suited her perfectly.
Her heart was filled with both gratitude and determination. Aside from Xiaoxiao, no one had ever truly treated her well. Since stepping into society alone, she could no longer afford to be a naive, innocent girl.
She had learned a truth—don’t just listen to what people say; watch what they do.
Her previous employers, including the convenience store owner, only spoke nicely on the surface but secretly tried to take advantage of her. They pretended to be kind but were vile behind the scenes. In contrast, Young Master Fei secretly did good while bearing a bad reputation.
Though she didn’t understand why he acted this way, Jiang Anran was more determined than ever to find out.
In just one day, her view of him changed. If she had been merely curious about Young Master Fei before, now she was deeply moved. He treated her sincerely and never looked at her with lustful eyes. She silently resolved to repay him with all her effort.
A girl’s heart had quietly begun to change.
Oh, heavens! Fei Yangyao had no idea!
Once Jiang Anran planted the thought that “Young Master Fei is a good man,” no matter how rude he acted, it wouldn’t matter anymore. He had never truly done her wrong—and couldn’t even if he tried.
She was the female lead, after all. She had to be treated like a goddess, handled with utmost care, and wait for the plotline to unfold naturally.
If Fei Yangyao knew what Jiang Anran was really thinking, there might still be hope. But since he didn’t… there was no saving it. No solution!
“Young Master, I will serve you with all my heart!” she said sincerely.
“Mm‑hm. Go change. The sales assistant will help you—if anything’s missing, tell her,” Fei Yangyao said absent‑mindedly, not noticing her change in tone or the sparkle in her eyes. He was too focused on the system’s notification.
[Ding!]
[Mission complete!]
[Congratulations, host. You’ve earned a lottery chance with boosted drop rate.]
[Mission reward: One‑time Voice Changer.]
[This device can perfectly imitate another person’s voice. Single use only.]
A one‑time voice changer? What use is that? Fei Yangyao couldn’t figure out what it could be good for.
“Young Master.”
Pulled out of his thoughts, Fei Yangyao’s eyes froze. The usually modest Jiang Anran was now wearing a mini‑skirt maid outfit, instantly turning cute and lively.
She wore a white round‑collar blouse trimmed with lace. Her black mini‑skirt, ending mid‑thigh, was delicately tailored. A silk ribbon cinched her slender waist. On her feet were shiny black Mary Janes with small bows on the straps. Her long hair was tied into twin ponytails, each tied with black ribbons matching her waist bow.
Fei Yangyao was momentarily dazed. A faint blush crept over his tanned cheeks, his pale ears turning red. Across from him, the shy Jiang Anran looked equally flustered. Neither knew what to say—until a ringtone broke the silence.
Hurriedly pulling out his phone, Fei Yangyao said, “Alright… alright, no need to try the rest. I trust my taste. Wrap everything up. You… you change into something longer.”
“Okay…” Jiang Anran murmured softly and went to change into a long dress.
Fei Yangyao answered the call. “Hello, who’s this?”
The voice on the other end was sharp. “You don’t know who I am? You didn’t save my number?”
“Huh? Why should I? Who even are you?”
“You idiot! You don’t even recognize my voice?” The tone grew even more irritable.
“Say it or I’m hanging up,” Fei Yangyao said impatiently. He was still flustered from earlier. The voice did sound familiar, but there was no need to guess—it wasn’t like anyone other than Gu Xiyue could— Get faster updates on novelping dot com.
Gu Xiyue?! Wait!
Cold sweat trickled down Fei Yangyao’s face. He’d been so distracted by Jiang Anran that he’d forgotten Gu Xiyue’s voice entirely.
“Ah, Xiyue… uh, let me explain…” Sweat poured from his forehead.
Silence.
“Your excuse?”
“I… haven’t thought of one yet.”
It wasn’t honesty—his overheated face and scrambled brain simply couldn’t form a single excuse.
“Where are you?”
“Uh… why do you ask?”
“Say it! I’m coming to you!”
“At my family’s mall,” he replied.
“Stay there. I’ll be right there!”
Hearing Gu Xiyue’s suppressed anger, Fei Yangyao’s heart sank. He wanted to run, but his character setting wouldn’t allow it.
He knew his goddess was coming. As a self‑proclaimed simp, he couldn’t just escape—it wouldn’t fit his role at all.
He stood by the entrance, waiting awkwardly. His toes metaphorically dug through three acres of mall floor in anxiety.
“Does it look good, Young Master?”
He turned and saw Jiang Anran again, now in a soft yellow D‑Play floral dress. She smiled brightly, holding her skirt shyly. The gentle autumn pattern carried the warmth of summer, and even under the cool air conditioning, Fei Yangyao felt a wave of warmth pass over him.
“It looks great, suits you perfectly,” Fei Yangyao said.
Hearing his praise, Jiang Anran’s smile blossomed like a flower.
“What looks great? Let me see too!”
That voice—gritted teeth and full of fire—could only be…