Think of those Cinderella heroines in novels or movies, moved to tears and clinging affectionately to their n upon receiving clothes worth hundreds of thousands—from the male leads.
You’ll never see that with his wife!
Because Di Jinxuan has always worn top international brands or high-end custom designs, casually donning clothes that are anything but cheap.
When it cos to food, they’re not picky; street food is fine as long as it’s tasty, but clothes are sothing they have always cared about.
Every season, the newest collections from a few fixed top-tier brands are sent to their ho automatically for them to choose from, ensuring they never have to wear the sa outfit twice.
Apart from so classic limited editions that they keep, the rest are only worn for one season.
That includes various pieces of jewelry and other valuable accessories.
So, shopping for Di Jinxuan was just a formality, simply to enjoy the feeling of a normal couple’s shopping experience.
Di Jinxuan quickly connected the call, and Di Mingjue picked up after a while, terse, "What’s up?"
"Yes," Di Jinxuan nodded, equally brief. "Mingjue, I’m at your new mall."
"Oh." Di Mingjue nodded. "Got it."
"Are you going to charge for renting the place out?" Di Jinxuan continued to ask.
"Not at all. When have I ever charged you?" Di Mingjue retorted, "Just take whatever you like at the mall."
"But you charged Nangong Jin," Di Jinxuan replied.
Di Mingjue: "..."
"Of course, I charged Nangong Jin. He’s an outsider," said Di Mingjue.
"Who says so? He’s mine now." Di Jinxuan blurted out authoritatively, "You can’t take his money, or else I won’t let this go."
Di Mingjue rubbed his forehead. "Xuanxuan, stop ssing around. If we don’t charge him now, we won’t be able to later. Let’s collect what we can while it’s still possible. Just leave it be."
"No way." Di Jinxuan was firm, and suddenly turned coquettish. "Mingjue, my birthday is in a couple of days, and you still want to charge a rental fee. You don’t love anymore."
Di Mingjue: "...That’s not true."
Di Mingjue felt a headache coming as Di Jinxuan kept nagging. "I’ll be turning twenty, an adult, and you can’t even gift sothing nice? I could’ve let that slide, but now you want to charge a rental fee... You’re quibbling over such a small amount of money with ."
"Alright, alright. No charge," said Di Mingjue hastily, rubbing his head in pain, "Not a single penny. Take anything you like, don’t spare any expense on my account, okay?"
"That’s more like it." Di Jinxuan smiled sweetly, "Thanks Mingjue, muah. Rember to refund him the money."
After hanging up, Di Mingjue sighed in resignation, "Alas, a grown daughter is beyond a parent’s grasp, she’s even learned how to elbow her way out."
Having made arrangents with Mingjue, Jinxuan happily raised her phone, "Done deal."
Nangong Jin was close to being moved to tears, looking up to the sky, exclaiming, "Wife, this feels pretty good, living off of your influence. Looks like I should aspire to be a man who lives off his looks."
Saying so, he shalessly lunged forward, "Wife, I want to cling to your coattails!"
"Wife, here, let your husband carry the bags."
"Whoa there, careful with your step wife, let your husband help you."
Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.
Just then, Nangong Jin’s phone rang, and picking it up, he saw that Di Mingjue had actually refunded the money.
At the sa ti, Di Mingjue was calling. Nangong Jin answered the call on speakerphone.
Di Mingjue spoke in a sardonic tone, "Pretty boy, how’s living off your wife treating you?"
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