Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 180 - 132. ¥30,000 to buy my life?

Nan Wan held the man’s hand and smiled gently, "Then let’s come back later to choose. Buying so many at once, will there still be space for other things in the closet at home?"

The soft, boneless hand slipped into his palm, and Mu Jin Huan naturally held it back, wrapping her cool hand in his large palm.

His sharp brows and deep eyes were all gentle in appearance, "There are many empty rooms, enough for you to fill."

The store clerk looked at the two, thinking to herself: after all, rich people spend money, so she can earn, this month’s bonus will make her hand cramp from receiving so much, isn’t that delightful?

Regaining her senses, she adjusted back to her proper etiquette stance, with her hands clasped at the front, retracting her gaze from the extraordinarily handsome man, she respectfully spoke, "Mr. Mu, the quantity is too much, we need to inspect the workmanship, it might be tomorrow before we can deliver to the address you provided."

Mu Jin Huan responded faintly, "Okay."

The store clerk nodded politely, "Please wait for a moment, I will go calculate the total price."

Having said that, she turned to walk towards the counter, but was stopped by Nan Wan.

Nan Wan looked at him, her voice gentle, "Women are always fond of the new and tired of the old, with so many, I might have to wear them until I’m forty."

Raising her free hand, she picked off a small feather that landed on the man’s shoulder, smiling as she said, "Why don’t I take four sets just like you, the ones you chose are quite suitable for me, and then around this time next year, you can accompany me to choose again?"

The store clerk was confused, with differing opinions from the two of them, whom should she listen to?

Which woman would complain about having too many clothes?

Her steps came to a halt, her eyes shifting between the two, feeling somewhat troubled, "Mr. Mu, this..."

The person in front of her had clear eyes, delicate features, Mu Jin Huan gazed at her small face, clearly feeling the presence of a ring between his fingers amid the softness.

After a while, he finally spoke, "Listen to my wife."

The store clerk heard this answer and could only sigh inwardly: she had thought she could splurge this month, but it turned out to be an empty joyous occasion.

She felt disappointed inside, but still maintained a decent smile on her face, "Okay."

Nan Wan pulled her hand out from the man’s palm, lifted her skirt, and said to him, "Then please wait for me a little longer, I’ll go to the dressing room to change out of this one, and then..."

"Mr. Mu?" A clear voice intercepted her words.

All eyes instinctively turned towards the source of the sudden voice.

A woman in white with black hair, a fresh and elegant makeup, slender figure, her features possessing a gentle beauty akin to a girl next door, even her uncertain expression was pleasing.

The most anticipated film actress of the new year, Jiang Zhi, from "South Wind Knows My Heart."

Jiang Zhi handed her sunglasses to the assistant behind her, walked to the guest sofa, and smiled to greet Mu Jin Huan, "Long time no see, I almost didn’t recognize you, does Mr. Mu still remember me?"

Jiang Zhi returned to Qing City from abroad half a year ago, her grandfather was a highly esteemed calligrapher, and her father a businessman, a partner with the Mu Family.

They had met once at a dinner gathering, but that was two months ago.

Mu Jin Huan’s expression remained indifferent, as he wrapped an arm around Nan Wan’s waist, his voice deep and calm, "Of course."

It was an intimate yet courteous gesture.

Jiang Zhi’s gaze shifted left to the face of the woman beside him, her voice gentle, "Miss Nan, nice to meet you, you have more presence in person than in the photos."

Nan Wan lowered her eyes and smiled, "Thank you."

The store clerks tactfully retreated to the side.

One of them was Lu Li’s ex-wife, and the other was Lu Li’s rumored girlfriend...

Such a coincidental encounter was rather awkward.

Jiang Zhi seemed to just notice the dress Nan Wan was wearing, strapless, with a smoky purple skirt that just reached the ankle, coupled with an exquisite braided hairstyle and a faint smile, adding more elegance to her temperament.

Presumably, she was preparing for the city’s most anticipated wedding the day after tomorrow.

The two’s attitudes were polite, yet the consistent aloofness they both had, even the most enthusiastic bystander could do nothing but step back.

But after all, she was an actor, her smile was flawless, "Take your time, I won’t disturb you any longer."

The store clerk accompanied Jiang Zhi upstairs.

Five minutes later, Nan Wan changed back into her own clothes. When she walked into the main hall, she thought she saw a painting.

The man’s long legs were crossed, holding a cup of coffee, steam curling upwards, past his prominent nose, over his deep black eyes.

The curtains that had been drawn were now gathered to the sides, and the afternoon sunlight streamed through the shop window, falling on the man’s shoulder, casting distinct features half in warm sunlight, half in shadow, with light and color complementing each other.