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

The two squeezed into the Wuai Clothing City with the flow of people.

The moment you step inside, it feels like you've entered another world.

The cacophony of voices, the mingled smells of fabrics, the clothes hanging densely packed on the shelves, and the enthusiastic greetings from shop owners...

Everything was brimming with the vibrant energy of everyday life.

As she walked, Ye Cheng seemed still a little bothered by the earlier questioning of her "C-cup" size. Looking down at herself, she couldn't help but emphasize again:

"I'm really a C! Most girls are A or B, a C is already way above average, okay?!"

Jiang Ye chuckled. Sure enough, women's obsession with their figure is everywhere.

He glanced at her chest, stroked his chin, and chuckled, "I don't believe you unless you show me."

Ye Cheng: "..."

She completely abandoned the idea of ​​arguing with this thug, grabbed Jiang Ye's arm, and plunged menacingly into the sea of ​​clothes:

"Let's go buy some clothes! I'm going to make you look presentable today!"

For the next three hours, Jiang Ye completely relived the time in his childhood when he was controlled by his mother and shrouded in fear of shopping.

Women, especially those determined to save money, can display a fighting spirit and patience that can suffocate any man who thinks "that's enough."

In a shop selling wool coats, Ye Cheng took a fancy to a beige wool short coat priced at 260 yuan.

She first put it on and looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, sighed slightly, and then began her performance.

"Auntie, the wool content of this wool seems a bit low; it feels a little prickly to the touch."

"Is there something wrong with how the waistline is cinched? It makes my shoulders look so broad."

"This beige seems a bit too yellow; it doesn't really suit my skin tone, does it?"

"This style... doesn't seem to be very popular this year, right? I don't see anyone wearing it on the street anymore."

"Fine, fine, I'll take the 100 yuan. If it's not enough, we can go check out other stores."

Jiang Ye watched as the saleswoman, who had initially been so confident and eloquent, went from calm and collected to furrowing her brows, then breaking out in a sweat. After a 20-minute tug-of-war, Ye Cheng finally won her over with a "fire sale" price of 135 yuan.

even!

The older sister also gave Ye Cheng a cute sweater chain and asked her to browse around the store across the street.

While helping Jiang Ye choose clothes, Ye Cheng treated him like a ruthless mannequin, patting and hitting him, and showering the stall owners with attention.

She would occasionally feign displeasure, pulling Jiang Ye as if to leave: "Oh, let's go, honey, let's go buy it on Taobao, it's much cheaper there!"

Sometimes they would feign pitifulness: "Uncle, we're still university students, we don't have much money, could you please give us a discount of five yuan?"

She can instantly switch identities: "Sis, we run a clothing store in Hunnan University Town. We're here to pick up some stock. Give me a fair price so I can hang some samples up when I get back!"

This series of combined attacks practically wiped out the entire floor.

In the end, Ye Cheng successfully put together two sets of "battle outfits" for herself:

One outfit has a gentle, senior-student vibe: a beige wool short coat + a light gray turtleneck fitted knit dress + brown Chelsea boots;

The other outfit is a cool and sexy style: a black matte leather jacket + a black turtleneck bodysuit + black high-waisted slim-fit pants + black open-back stilettos.

Total cost of the two outfits: 1024.

According to Ye Cheng, what outfit to wear on Christmas Eve depends on the style of her other roommates, so she can "go against the grain" and achieve a "precise strike"!

Jiang Ye's outfit was a simple street style: a short, lightweight black down jacket, a charcoal gray hooded sweatshirt, black jogger pants, and black Martin boots.

The total cost was 460.

However, it must be admitted that Ye Cheng's aesthetic sense is indeed on point.

When Jiang Ye took off his slightly bulky, styleless online-purchased down jacket and jeans and put on this new outfit, his entire demeanor instantly improved by several levels.

The well-fitting cut accentuated his tall and straight figure, and the dark color scheme made him look clean and neat. The weariness he had accumulated from delivering food was swept away, replaced by a refreshing and handsome "male adult" image. Even the saleswoman couldn't help but take a second look and praised, "My clothes are really nice."

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Carrying her bags full of purchases, Ye Cheng clapped her hands in satisfaction as she walked out of the Wu'ai Clothing City, then playfully bumped Jiang Ye with her shoulder.

"How about it? My taste is pretty good, isn't it? I made a 46000 yuan outfit look like it cost 460 yuan!"

Jiang Ye clicked his tongue, looked at the 4600 yuan cashback that had just arrived in his system account, and nodded with mixed feelings:

"Hmm, professional technique, unbeatable value for money. Let's go, next stop, buying a watch! My Patek Philippe is beckoning me!"

"So you only know someone who owns Patek Philippe, huh? Your nouveau riche attitude is on full display!"

Ye Cheng curled her lip in disdain: "Come on, come on, I'll take you to a great place, I've already scouted it out!"

The two took a taxi straight to MixC Mall located on Youth Avenue.

In stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the Wuai Clothing City, this place boasts an elegant and tranquil environment with soft lighting and a subtle fragrance in the air.

Ye Cheng pulled Jiang Ye straight to a department store specializing in luxury watches.

"Good afternoon, both of you. Which product would you like to see?"

A male clerk wearing white gloves approached, his eyes quickly scanning the plastic bags and shoe boxes the two were carrying.

Ye Cheng asked directly, "Hello, I called to inquire before, do you have the Cuervo Historian series 3194.1A watch here?"

The clerk glanced at the colorful plastic bags again, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "Yes, ma'am, we have them."

He turned and took a watch from the glass display case, gently placing it on the tray in front of him:

"This watch is a popular model from Cuervo. It has a silver dial with an exquisite double bezel. The inner bezel features a Clous de Paris pattern, while the outer bezel combines Roman numerals and granular markers. It is paired with blued steel hands... The overall style is retro and elegant, combining business style with a casual feel."

Jiang Ye didn't know much about watches, but looking at the watch in front of him, he felt it was indeed quite beautiful, with exquisite details and a kind of understated luxury.

If he had to choose, he might prefer a multifunctional smartwatch, but he has to admit that wearing a mechanical watch on his wrist does indeed enhance his overall look.

Ye Cheng looked at Jiang Ye expectantly, her eyes sparkling: "How is it? Doesn't it have a great vibe? It matches your outfit perfectly, and this retro and artistic style really suits your... um... slightly repressed yet pretending to be sophisticated temperament."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Looking into Ye Cheng's bright eyes, he naturally wouldn't go against the beauty's wishes, especially since the watch had a price tag of 46000 on it.

This girl has a conscience; she won't bother with the accusations of being a repressed pervert or pretending to be sophisticated.

Jiang Ye decisively gave a thumbs up: "Sharp eye, just what I want, granted!"

Ye Cheng was quite pleased with his reaction, gave a smug hum, and turned to the sales clerk, saying, "I'll take this one. Please wrap it up for us."

The male clerk was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting these two young people to be so agreeable, even skipping the process of trying on the products and comparing prices.

His attitude instantly became much warmer: "Okay, okay, please wait a moment, I'll process your request right away."