The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

Sure enough, Ye Shu's biggest aversion was to buying clothes, and it was a deep-seated resistance.

He struggled for a long time in that tiny fitting room with the dark blue clothes before finally putting them on.

I don't know what's going on. Ye Shu isn't someone who can't take care of herself, but the same clothes are easy to put on at home, but once she enters the fitting room, the clothes are incredibly difficult to put on.

Either the zipper was stuck or the buttons wouldn't fasten, which made Ye Shu so angry that she wanted to tear it apart.

After Ye Shu finally changed her clothes, she pushed open the curtain and came out, and immediately saw Zhi Qiu sitting leisurely on the sofa opposite her.

But clearly, while Ye Shu was changing clothes, Zhi Qiu was also busy.

There was already a small pile of clothes on the sofa next to her, black and white, long sleeves and short sleeves, pants and jackets, all kinds.

When it came to looking at clothes, Ye Shu felt completely overwhelmed by the pile of clothes.

Zhi Qiu's eyes lit up when she saw the outfit Ye Shu was wearing.

She stood up from the sofa, walked to Ye Shu, circled him halfway, and reached out to stretch his shoulders and cuffs.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad at all! My judgment was spot on!"

The shop assistant next to him also came over, holding a notebook, and added his praise:

"This handsome guy has a great physique, broad shoulders and long legs, he's a perfect clothes hanger. This outfit is on the slim side, and most people wouldn't be able to pull it off, but this is the most suitable one I've ever seen."

Ye Shu's lips twitched as he listened to this shower of flattery.

He wasn't the type to get carried away by a few compliments; he knew, of course, that he couldn't trust what the shop assistant said.

This is just empty talk to get yourself to willingly open your wallet; it has only emotional value and no real reference value.

He wasn't concerned about whether his clothes looked good or not; he was more interested in trying on the pile of clothes on the sofa behind him.

He still held a sliver of hope and tentatively asked:

"Um... honey, this outfit fits me really well, should I change out?"

"Okay, let's change it."

Zhi Qiu nodded, agreeing quite readily.

Ye Shu was overjoyed, thinking that she should change quickly and take advantage of the fact that Sister Zhi Qiu hadn't thought of the pile of clothes. After changing, she would grab her and run away.

But just as he turned back to the fitting room, Zhi Qiu reached a hand through the crack in the door, holding a set of clothes:

"Try this outfit. The white one suits you perfectly, and it won't absorb heat in the summer."

Ye Shu's expression immediately fell, as if she had swallowed a lot of bitter herbs. She could only take the clothes with a bitter look on her face and say "Oh".

When Zhi Qiu saw him obediently take the clothes, she smiled slightly but didn't pay any attention. She turned around and went to the rows of clothes racks to find suitable clothes for her husband.

Ye Shu spent more than two hours changing clothes at this store alone, feeling like he had been conscripted into the army.

I've been putting it on and taking it off repeatedly; it's almost become muscle memory.

Ye Shu was almost in tears. This was pure torture. It wasn't so much that it was physically exhausting, but purely mentally devastating.

Making someone whose DNA screams "I don't want to buy clothes" do something so fundamentally contradictory is exhausting, incredibly exhausting.

The shop assistant was a natural at business; he could tell this was a big deal, so he took a break and ran downstairs to buy the two of them two cups of coffee.

When Ye Shu came out after changing into casual clothes, his face was ashen, just like the clothes he had worn.

He looked longingly at Zhi Qiu, who was drinking coffee across from him, and pleaded:

"Honey...can we stop changing it? I really can't keep changing it..."

Looking at him like this, Zhi Qiu smiled and said lightly:

"This is nothing! There are still so many items I haven't tried on yet."

Ye Shu was completely devastated after hearing this.

He didn't care about saving face or losing face anymore; he plopped down on the soft leather chair next to him and started throwing a tantrum:

"I'm not changing it! I'd rather die than change it! Even if you summoned a dragon, I wouldn't change it! I'm going home now and lying in bed!"

As expected, she got angry. What Zhi Qiu really wanted to know was where Ye Shu's limits were.

She put the coffee on the table and glanced at her phone.

Well, Xiao Shu's limit is two hours and forty-seven minutes, of course, referring to his patience while changing clothes.

She stood up and walked to Ye Shu's side.

Since Ye Shu was sitting, Zhi Qiu reached out and pulled Ye Shu's head into her arms.

She put one arm around him, and with the other hand, she gently stroked his hair as if soothing a child, and said softly:

"Okay, sweetie, we won't change it anymore, okay? My little husband has worked so hard, let's go home now, alright?"

Ye Shu was stunned. Why does this feel so awkward?

This art style looks exactly like the ones in those novels about domineering female CEOs keeping younger, more affectionate men.

He subconsciously turned his head to glance at the shop assistant.

The shop assistant was looking at him too, with a look that said, "Brother, congratulations, you don't need to work hard anymore." That's exactly what he was thinking!

Ye Shu felt his face flush red. He got up and went into the fitting room to change back into his old T-shirt.

When he finished changing his clothes and came out, he saw Zhi Qiu standing in front of the sofa, pointing at the pile of clothes and saying:

"This one, this one, and this one too... take the one you recommended earlier as well..."

Ye Shu felt a headache coming on just looking at all these outfits. He walked over, glanced at the tags on the clothes rack, and felt like he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

Holy crap?! One outfit costs four figures?!

What kind of clothes are these? A jade burial suit?

He quickly moved closer to Zhi Qiu and whispered:

"Sister Zhi Qiu... let's not buy it, let's go, it's too expensive..."

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Zhi Qiu turned to look at him and casually tidied his hair:

"And what did you just call me?"

"...Wife..."

Ye Shu quickly changed her address and called out again, then continued to persuade:

"It's too expensive. I feel heartburn if I wear it. Don't buy it."

All his clothes cost two digits including shipping, none of them cost more than three digits, and he doesn't feel bad if they get worn out.

This one piece of clothing could buy the whole carload of clothes he's wearing; he really can't bear to wear it.

But Zhi Qiu just smiled and pinched Ye Shu's cheek, her eyes looking at him like she was looking at a child:

"Oh my, my little husband even knows how to save money for his sister, he's so thoughtful. But don't worry, I have money, I'll buy it for you."

Is that what I meant?!

Also, could you please use some normal words?!

What kind of "little husband" is this? Your wife is rich! Are you selling clothes or keeping me as a sugar daddy?!

Finally, after Ye Shu argued her case, both sides compromised, and Zhi Qiu only bought the three sets she liked the most.

When Ye Shu came out of the store, she was carrying the three bags in one hand and hooking her other arm around Zhi Qiu's arm, walking out as if she were running away.

Zhi Qiu glanced back at the shop name and said:

"I think they all look pretty good, it would be a shame not to buy them."

"No regrets! Let's go!"

Ye Shu said something and pulled Zhi Qiu along quickly toward the hat shop across the street.