Chapter 41: Mo Qian is not merciful to women

Qiao Lan’s red lips curled up: “That’s more like it.”

Mo Qian shook his head helplessly: “In this life, only you can make me compromise.”

He had never compromised with anyone from childhood to adulthood.

This woman was sober and independent, making him feel sorry for her, but at the same time, he had the desire to conquer her.

His black eyes flashed with determination.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a women’s clothing store.

Qiao Lan frowned: “Aren’t we going for a walk? Why are you bringing me here?”

Mo Qian glanced at her tailored suit and high heels, raised an eyebrow: “Are you going to the beach dressed like that?”

Going for a walk should be about leaving everything related to work behind, including clothes.

Qiao Lan and Mo Qian went inside.

Mo Qian took off his glasses, his handsome face like a celestial being was exposed to the sunlight, the eyes of the clerks lit up, they eagerly stepped forward: “Sir, what would you like to choose? Who are you choosing it for?”

Qiao Lan’s eyes darkened.

Was she, a living person, standing beside Mo Qian, invisible to them?

Mo Qian sensed the little woman’s displeasure, his big hand took her small hand on the side of her body, claiming ownership: “I’m choosing clothes for my wife.”

The clerks finally saw Qiao Lan beside him.

Perhaps it was the rejection between the same sex, their attitude became less enthusiastic: “Go inside and choose.”

Qiao Lan sneered, not taking their change in attitude to heart.

Their palms were pressed together, the warmth of his palm spread to her, from her palm to her arm, then to her heart, layer by layer, until her whole body warmed up.

Qiao Lan, for the first time, didn’t pull her hand away.

Mo Qian felt the little woman’s compliance, his lips curled up: “Bring out all the casual styles in the store.”

The clerk pushed out a whole rack of clothes for Qiao Lan to choose from.

Qiao Lan casually flipped through two pieces, her delicate brow furrowed with deep creases, her crimson lips pursed into a straight line.

The styles of these clothes were too ordinary, she didn’t like them at all.

Mo Qian saw Qiao Lan’s thoughts: “Don’t you like them? Shall we go to another store?”

“Just pick one.”

The suit she was wearing, including the clothes in her wardrobe, were all designed by her.

No one knew her figure and style better than she did.

Even if she changed stores, she wouldn’t find anything she liked, there was no need to waste time.

The clerk, hearing her dismissive tone, said unhappily: “The clothes in our store are designed by the famous clothing designer He Miao, the design and tailoring are unique, and they are very popular among high-society ladies and wealthy wives.”

Qiao Lan calmly said “oh”.

Who the designer was, what did it have to do with her?

She didn’t like it, she didn’t like it.

Besides, the designs and tailoring of these clothes weren’t that novel, they were just copied from the popular elements of international fashion week, slightly modified and made into their own.

To put it bluntly, it was plagiarism.

The clerk, seeing her calm reaction, thought she didn’t know much, and emphasized again: “She is a disciple of the famous clothing designer Lan.”

Qiao Lan raised an eyebrow: “Is that so?”

How come she hadn’t heard of Lan having a disciple who loved to plagiarize?

The clerk proudly said: “Of course, this is a new style that just arrived at the store, you are very lucky to have encountered it, I suggest you choose a few sets, otherwise you won’t find them next time you come.”

Qiao Lan suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, walked around the rack, took a set of sportswear from the rack next to it: “I’ll take this one.”

The clerk asked incredulously: “You don’t like the clothes on that rack?”

“No.”

The clerk emphasized again: “That’s our store’s bestseller!”

Almost every customer who came to the store would choose clothes designed by He Miao.

The reason why the clothes on these racks existed was to serve as a foil to it.

Qiao Lan was a little impatient: “Not everyone has the same taste.”

She picked up the clothes and was about to go to the cashier.

Mo Qian handed her a pair of sneakers: “Give me the tag, go to the fitting room and change.”

The man chose a pair of white sneakers, a minimalist style, without any extra decoration, Qiao Lan liked it very much.

“You go and pay first, I’ll reimburse you when we get home.”

She left these words and went to the fitting room.

The clerk only took Qiao Lan’s words as an ambiguous joke between husband and wife.

She and Mo Qian went to the cashier together, during which she couldn’t help but ask the man: “Sir, you are so handsome, why did you get married so early?”

Mo Qian, hearing such a stupid question, frowned and didn’t speak.

He would feel insulted by his own intelligence if he answered her.

The clerk, seeing his cold appearance, only thought it was very charming, her eyes sparkling with stars as she asked: “Sir, why don’t you leave your contact information, if there is any quality problem with the clothes, you can contact me, I will also send you some new styles from time to time.”

Mo Qian coldly refused: “No need.”

Her flirtation was too obvious, how could he not hear it?

The clerk was not discouraged, handsome guys all have temperaments.

She inadvertently approached the man, constantly shortening the distance between them, her eyes shining brightly as she stared at the hands that were about to be held together.

Just when she thought she was about to hold the man’s big hand, his elbow suddenly bent, a piercing pain came from her abdomen, her calf was hit hard, her body uncontrollably leaned back and fell to the ground.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

Her back felt a piercing pain, her limbs felt like they were splitting apart, the pain made her curl up.

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground and the heart-wrenching screams attracted the attention of all the clerks, they all ran over to check the situation.

When they saw Mo Qian standing expressionlessly in the middle of the clothes rack, and his colleague lying beside him, they hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The manager walked over and questioned: “Sir, why did you bully my clerk?”

Mo Qian asked coldly: “I want to ask you, when you recruited employees, did you assess them? Just asking for customers’ contact information, or even taking advantage of them?”

The manager asked with a stern face: “Is that true?”

The clerk dared not admit it, she argued: “I didn’t.”

Mo Qian glanced at her dangerously: “If I get the surveillance footage, you’ll be beaten even worse.”

The clerk’s pupils suddenly constricted, her body trembled uncontrollably.

This man was a devil, he was ruthless.

The manager, seeing this, what else didn’t she understand?

She apologized politely: “I apologize for her rude behavior, but you hit a girl so hard, aren’t you a little too unmerciful to women?”

Although the clerk’s behavior was very offensive.

But he was a man after all, even if he was touched, he wouldn’t lose anything, why did he have to hit her so hard?

Mo Qian sneered: “I’m only gentle to my wife.”

These irrelevant people, what did they have to do with him?

Mo Qian’s words were not polite, the manager frowned.

Qiao Lan heard the noise outside, she quickly changed her clothes and rushed out: “What happened?”