A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

Ye Cheng tilted her head and leaned closer to him, watching him fiddle with his new phone with a smile: "How is it? Are you satisfied, Young Master Jiang?"

Jiang Ye glanced at the system interface at the 79790 yuan cashback notification that had just arrived in his account. Just as he was about to speak, he turned his head and was met with Ye Cheng's profile, which was very close to his.

Under the bright lights of the mall, the girl's skin was fair and delicate, her eyelashes were long and curled, her nose was straight, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. She was staring intently at her phone screen, her eyes sparkling.

At this moment, she exuded a tranquil temperament rarely seen in her daily life, which was indescribably moving, causing Jiang Ye's heart to skip a beat and him to be slightly stunned.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while and was just staring at her, Ye Cheng waved her hand in front of his eyes: "Hey, buddy, what are you spacing out for? Are you stupid?"

Jiang Ye snapped back to reality, coughed awkwardly, and quickly looked away, his gaze landing on the iPhone 14 in Ye Cheng's hand. He then forcibly changed the subject:

"Um... well, you've been using this phone for quite a while now, haven't you? Aren't you planning to get a new one?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Ye Cheng's face, and she sighed regretfully, "I want to change it, of course I do! I've been eyeing the iPhone 17 Max for ages. But lately, I don't know what's wrong, I'm always short of money, and I haven't been able to save any... But it's okay!"

She suddenly perked up, clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture towards Jiang Ye, and blinked her eyes rapidly:

"Once you give me two more allowances, Brother Ye, that should be enough! So... Brother Ye? President Jiang? Dear sugar daddy? Could you consider giving me double my allowance next week? To help me get my dream car sooner?"

Jiang Ye looked at the face in front of her that had instantly transformed from a serene young girl into a greedy little money-grubber. The momentary flutter in her heart vanished instantly, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

Sure enough, it must have been my imagination!

This woman is anything but "tranquil"!

He shoved his new phone into his pocket with a huff, turned and walked out: "Let's go, next stop."

Ye Cheng stuck out her tongue behind him and quickly followed, continuing to act as his guide.

While looking at the mall signs, she led Jiang Ye through the spacious corridor and straight into a luxuriously decorated store with a prominent logo—Gucci.

This was the first time Jiang Ye had ever stepped into a luxury boutique of this caliber.

The store is softly lit, quiet, and filled with the scent of a sophisticated fragrance.

He subconsciously observed the shop assistants, secretly hoping to encounter the kind of condescending and sarcastic salesperson from novels, so he could experience the "Don't underestimate a young person's potential" slap-in-the-face scenario.

Unfortunately, reality is quite mundane.

The sales clerk who greeted Ye Cheng was very friendly and enthusiastic, and did not show any neglect because Ye Cheng was young or Jiang Ye was dressed "simply".

Seeing that he didn't seem to be interested in shopping, another clerk led him to the sofa in the rest area and brought him a glass of warm water.

This made Jiang Ye, who had already prepared the line "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," feel a strange sense of... loss and boredom.

He was unaware, of course, that the sales associates (SAs) of these luxury brands underwent rigorous training, with the most basic principle being not to offend any potential customers.

They may indeed make initial judgments based on a customer's clothing, temperament, and shopping intentions, but the differences they show are at most "enthusiastic," "very enthusiastic," and "extremely enthusiastic," and rarely do the kind of scenes found in novels.

Moreover, in judging a customer's purchasing power, in addition to clothing, the most important criteria are a sense of "confidence" and "state of mind".

Pretty girls like Ye Cheng, who are goal-oriented, have bright eyes, and are eager to try, naturally have a high success rate in closing deals.

Customers like Jiang Ye, who are dressed casually but are not at all shy or reserved, and who have an expression that says "who dares to mess with me?", are the type of people they would not easily offend. Such people are either genuinely indifferent or truly confident, and either way, they are not to be trifled with.

Ye Cheng had clearly done her homework and didn't linger in the store for long.

Jiang Ye hadn't even finished her glass of water when she had already chosen a bag—the Dionysus bag.

She twirled twice in front of the mirror with her bag on her back, then ran to Jiang Ye by the sofa, turning slightly to the side: "How is it? Does it look good?"

Jiang Ye looked at the smiling young woman in front of him. The expensive bag added a touch of mature femininity to her, but it was perfectly balanced by her youthful aura, adding a touch of sophistication and elegance.

He nodded and honestly commented, "It looks good on you, and suits you well."

Ye Cheng's eyes instantly curved into crescent moons. She smiled, snapped her fingers, and said, "Okay! My boyfriend says it looks good, so we'll go with it! Let's go pay the bill, boyfriend!"

Jiang Ye smiled, got up, and followed the saleswoman to the cashier.

The teller handed him the printed receipt, and he glanced at the number on it: 34600 yuan.

Ok?

Ye Xiaoniu is a really nice person. She saved more than 5,000 yuan from the agreed budget of 40,000 yuan.

He didn't say much, and deftly took out his phone to scan the code and pay.

Ye Cheng stood quietly beside him, watching him enter his password to complete the payment. Her eyes flashed with a complex expression, but she quickly returned to normal.

The sales clerk skillfully packed the bag into a dust bag, placed it in Gucci's signature paper bag, and smiled as she said to Ye Cheng:

"Miss, would it be convenient to add each other on WeChat? I'll let you know as soon as there are new products or promotions."

Ye Cheng instinctively wanted to refuse; she didn't really like adding these sales pitches.

But when he caught a glimpse of Jiang Ye beside him, he hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and added him as a friend.

The two walked out of the Gucci store carrying shopping bags. Jiang Ye stretched and checked the time; it was almost noon.

"Alright, I've bought the bag. Let's go, Xiao Ye. I'll treat you to a meal. What do you want? Japanese food? Western food? Or...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that Ye Cheng hadn't followed him. Instead, she stood a few steps away, leaning against the glass wall of the mall, quietly watching him with a somewhat complicated expression.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ye walked back to her side, somewhat puzzled.

Ye Cheng looked down at the bag in her hand, then looked up and stared directly at Jiang Ye, pursing her lips as if she had made up her mind.

She took a step closer and shook the bag in her hand: "Jiang Ye, this bag... I'll take it."

Jiang Ye was a little confused: "Huh? Just take it. I bought it for you anyway. What's wrong? Don't you like the color? You can still go back and exchange it now."

"It's not a color issue."

Ye Cheng shook her head, her tone becoming serious: "What I mean is, look, I'm receiving your 'allowance' every week, and today I received such an expensive bag from you... Although I've been stubborn before, the truth is, our relationship has actually changed."

Jiang Ye was stunned; the first thought that popped into his mind was the risk of a supply disruption.

"What the hell? What do you mean by that? You don't want to continue 'supplying' us? Have you got athlete's foot?"

Ye Cheng: "..."