With that, Jiang Qiuyi didn’t forget to consider Sun Xi’s feelings: “Xiao Xi, do you need to check out? I can pay for both of us.”

Sun Xi: “… No.”

Jiang Qiuyi nodded and instructed, “Then I’ll take these two.”

The sales associate smiled broadly. “Of course, Miss Jiang, please wait a moment.”

“…”

By the time Jiang Qiuyi and Jian Xia left, Sun Xi still hadn’t come to her senses.

Just now… Jiang Qiuyi had just spent nearly 400,000 yuan without batting an eye?!

Was that really the Jiang Qiuyi she knew?

After paying, Jiang Qiuyi still planned to stop by the bag store.

Before they could reach it, the phone call from Lu Mingcheng came in.

Jiang Qiuyi raised an eyebrow, guessing that Sun Xi had probably gone and complained to him.

She raised an eyebrow, curious about what Lu Mingcheng would say to her.

“Hello?” Jiang Qiuyi answered the call.

Lu Mingcheng sat in the car, his gaze drifting over the changing shadows outside the window. He spoke softly. “Still at the mall?”

Jiang Qiuyi replied with a soft “Mm.”

Lu Mingcheng understood, then asked in a calm tone. “Do you need me to come pick you up?”

Jiang Qiuyi paused for a moment before replying. “Don’t you have a dinner appointment tonight?”

“I canceled it.”

Jiang Qiuyi responded with a brief “Oh” and thought for a moment before saying. “But I still need a little more time.”

Without hesitation, Lu Mingcheng said. “I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.”

“Mm.”

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qiuyi didn’t think much of it and dragged Jian Xia straight into the bag store.

Meanwhile, Lu Mingcheng, after a busy day, finally had a moment to check the messages he received about his spending.

He glanced at them and raised an eyebrow.

No wonder Sun Xi was so surprised; Jiang Qiuyi’s spending today was several times more than the total of the past year combined.

…

Jiang Qiuyi really didn’t pay any attention to Lu Mingcheng. After pulling Jian Xia into the store, she took her time selecting items.

Jian Xia watched her and whispered, “Isn’t your husband coming to pick you up? You’re just going to keep him waiting?”

Jiang Qiuyi remained calm. “It’s not like I begged him to come.”

Jian Xia was momentarily speechless.

“So now… you’re calling the shots?”

“No,” Jiang Qiuyi smiled, “I’m just living in the moment.”

Jian Xia was speechless and facepalmed. “Don’t make him wait too long, arguing isn’t good.”

“It won’t happen.”

“Eh?”

Jiang Qiuyi smiled and calmly said, “Lu Mingcheng won’t argue with me.”

Although in the novel’s world, Lu Mingcheng eventually had her kicked out with nothing, after a year of interaction, Jiang Qiuyi had a better understanding of what kind of person he was.

He was a man of few words, never one to argue over trivial matters with her.

More importantly, in Lu Mingcheng’s eyes, arguing was simply a waste of time.

As for Jiang Qiuyi, he usually just ignored her.

It wasn’t exactly ignoring, but it was definitely a step up from how he treated strangers. They had a normal married life, but communication was minimal.

Moreover, the several million Jiang Qiuyi had spent today wouldn’t even make a dent in Lu Mingcheng’s wealth—it was hardly worth a second thought.

Jian Xia looked at her, unsure of how to comfort her.

Just as she was thinking, Jiang Qiuyi selected several bags and said, “Wrap them all up.”

Jian Xia: “…”

She watched the sales associate expertly wrap the items, then saw Jiang Qiuyi effortlessly take out her card to pay. Suddenly, Jian Xia realized she had been overthinking it.

Jiang Qiuyi clearly didn’t need any comfort.

After making her purchase, Jiang Qiuyi left an address and only took her favorite bag with her.

She casually handed Jian Xia another bag.

Jian Xia looked at her. “Are you sure you want to give this to me?”

Jiang Qiuyi: “Don’t want it?”

Jian Xia paused for a moment, her voice soft. “I’m just afraid I won’t be able to accept it.”

Jiang Qiuyi smiled softly and said, “Keep it for now. In case one day I go bankrupt and have nowhere to go, I’ll need you to take me in.”

“…” Jian Xia shot her a glance. “Stop with the formalities. As long as I have food, there’s always a place for you.”

Jiang Qiuyi laughed. “Do you want to come with me?”

“No, no, no,” Jian Xia immediately refused, speaking softly. “I’m afraid of your husband. He’s too serious, and in front of a big boss like him, I might get weak in the knees.”

Jiang Qiuyi: “…”

She thought about the impression Lu Mingcheng left on people and didn’t press the matter.

“Then let me know when you get home.”

“Alright.”

When Jiang Qiuyi arrived at the parking lot, she immediately spotted the black car not far away.

She walked toward it, and the driver quickly got out to open the door for her.

“Madam.”

Jiang Qiuyi responded with a soft “Hmm,” handing him the items in her hands before sitting in the back seat.

Upon hearing her voice, Lu Mingcheng turned his gaze toward her.

Their eyes met.

When his gaze fell on the dress Jiang Qiuyi was wearing, he paused for a moment before shifting his focus upward, resting on her cheek.

A subtle fragrance lingered in the air, a mix of the scent from her hair and the perfume she wore. It was delicate, neither overpowering nor sharp.

When their eyes met, Jiang Qiuyi met his gaze directly, showing no trace of hesitation.

The car remained silent for a moment before she asked. “What are you looking at?”

Lu Mingcheng snapped back to reality, glancing again at her rose-colored sequin dress before replying indifferently, “The dress is nice.”

Jiang Qiuyi raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Lu Mingcheng nodded.

Jiang Qiuyi smiled slightly and said directly, “I ran into Xiao Xi when I was buying the dress.”

“I know,” Lu Mingcheng replied. “She called me.”

Now, it was Jiang Qiuyi who was surprised.

She fell silent for a moment before curiously asking, “What did she say?”

Lu Mingcheng flipped through the documents on the side, speaking casually, “What do you think she would say?”

Jiang Qiuyi feigned ignorance, playfully twirling a small curl of her hair. “I don’t know.”

Lu Mingcheng glanced at her and asked casually, “What did you buy?”

Jiang Qiuyi didn’t hide anything, replying at her usual pace, “Clothes, bags, and a few pairs of shoes.”

Lu Mingcheng nodded, loosening the collar of his shirt. “Did you buy any jewelry?”

Jiang Qiuyi raised an eyebrow.

She stayed silent for three seconds before smoothly saying, “There wasn’t enough time, I’ll buy it in a couple of days.”

Lu Mingcheng didn’t respond.

Neither did Jiang Qiuyi. She turned her head to look out the window, fully embracing the role of a considerate and understanding wife.

She stared at the car window for a while, noticing the reflection of the person beside her.

Inside the car, Lu Mingcheng remained focused on his work. Sometimes, Jiang Qiuyi wondered if the thing Lu Mingcheng loved most in this life wasn’t a person, but his work.

While she was lost in thought, Lu Mingcheng’s phone rang.

Jiang Qiuyi, maintaining her usual attitude of ignoring it, lowered her head to play on her own phone.

She hadn’t checked her phone much all day, and as soon as she opened it, she noticed several messages from WeChat friends.

They weren’t particularly close, but they were people she had contact information for.

Socialite #1: [Qiuyu, I heard you went shopping at Ningcheng Mall today?]

Socialite #2: [Qiuyi, did you buy that rose-colored dress from Teacher Zhao?]

Socilate #3: [Qiuyi, do you have time tomorrow? What to go shopping with us?]

…

Jiang Qiuyi scrolled slowly, noticing a series of question marks and exclamation points from Sun Xi.

She couldn’t help but smile slightly.

Not seeing anything interesting, she was about to exit when she overheard a conversation.

“Mm.” Lu Mingcheng responded. “It’s been too busy these past few days, I’ll take Qiuyi home for dinner in a couple of days.”

Jiang Qiuyi paused in her phone scrolling, glancing at Lu Mingcheng.

Noticing her gaze, Lu Mingcheng looked back at her still calm. “Nothing, I just told her to go out and shop more.”

Zhen Ping still seemed doubtful, rubbing her temples. “I heard from Xiao Xi that she spent over a million without blinking an eye.”

Zhen Ping fearing she might upset Lu Mingcheng quickly said. “I didn’t mean to say she shouldn’t spend money. It’s just that Qiuyi has always been such a frugal child. This sudden change… I’m just wondering if there’s something wrong.”

“It’s fine.”

Lu Mingcheng replied with a smile. “Don’t worry, she’s told me about it.”

Zhen Ping hesitated but then relented. “Alright, if you say so. I won’t ask her, just remember to bring her home for dinner sometime.”

“Mm.”

After hanging up, Jiang Qiuyu stared at him intently. “That’s was Mom on the phone?”

Lu Mingcheng nodded.

Jiang Qiuyu studied his indifferent expression and suddenly became curious. “Arent you going to ask why?”

Lu Mingchen paused for a moment before casually lifting his gaze to meet hers, his tone calm and unhurried. “As you what?”

“…”

Jiang Qiuyi was taken aback for a moment, looking into the deep, dark pupils of his eyes.

A few seconds later, she looked away, pretending not to know, and said, “Nothing.”

Lu Mingcheng was silent as he simply glanced at her.

The car fell into silence, with no further conversation between the couple.

Jiang Qiuyi was a little surprised by Lu Mingcheng’s indifference, but after a moment’s thought, she found it quite normal.

Lu Mingcheng never cared much about such trivial matters. She figured that even if she bought all those things at the mall, he wouldn’t bat an eye.

When they arrived home, the chef had already prepared dinner.

Uncle Xu’s eyes brightened upon seeing Jiang Qiuyi. He smiled warmly and said, “Madam, you look beautiful today.”

Every woman enjoys hearing compliments.

Jiang Qiuyi smiled and responded, “Uncle Xu, you’re as handsome as ever.”

Taking the items the driver handed him, Uncle Xu asked softly, “Madam, should I have them put in the cloakroom?”

Jiang Qiuyi nodded.

She looked at Uncle Xu and asked, “Did anyone drop anything off this afternoon?”

Uncle Xu nodded. “Yes, quite a few things. They’ve been placed in your cloakroom, Madam.”

Hearing this, Jiang Qiuyi immediately brightened up.

“Okay, thank you, Uncle Xu.”

Uncle Xu, with a respectful bow, replied, “It’s my pleasure to serve you, Madam.”

Lu Mingcheng raised an eyebrow slightly as he listened to their conversation.

Dinner consisted of Japanese food, Lu Mingcheng’s favorite, though Jiang Qiuyi wasn’t particularly fond of it.

She glanced at the food but couldn’t be bothered to go back to her room to change before dinner. She decided to eat a few bites and then head to the cloakroom to check out her new purchases.

The couple sat facing each other, and after taking two bites, Jiang Qiuyi put down her chopsticks.

Uncle Xu watched in surprise, his eyes twitching. He anxiously whispered, “Madam, is the food not to your liking?”

“It’s not that.”

Jiang Qiuyi looked at Lu Mingcheng and said, “I’m not very hungry. I’ll go back to my room first.”

Lu Mingcheng’s expression remained unchanged. “Do as you wish.”

Even after Jiang Qiuyi had disappeared from the dining room, Uncle Xu still hadn’t recovered from the shock.

Was that really Jiang Qiuyi speaking? Wasn’t she the type to always stay with Lu Mingcheng as long as he was at the table?

Jiang Qiuyi wasn’t oblivious to the astonished reactions of Uncle Xu and the other servants, but she didn’t mind. She simply wanted to do things her way.

In the past, at the Lu family, whether she was hungry or not, whether the food was to her taste, Jiang Qiuyi would always stay with Lu Mingcheng during meals, leisurely waiting until he was done before leaving the table together.

She didn’t like eating alone, and she understood that leaving the table too early wasn’t appropriate, so she would quietly wait.

But now, she felt there was no need for that.

Since she had decided to let go of all constraints, Jiang Qiuyi resolved to live according to her own preferences, whether in terms of spending habits or other matters.

Happiness was her priority.

As for Lu Mingcheng, she didn’t care if he was happy or not. In the end, he wasn’t important.

…

Downstairs, Uncle Xu was stunned for a minute.

When Lu Mingcheng had finished his meal, Uncle Xu quietly asked. “Sir, is Madam in a bad mood today?”

“Maybe,” Lu Mingcheng replied.

Glancing at him, he then asked in a calm tone. “Has the doctor come?”

Uncle Xu was taken aback, then shook his head. “I was just about to tell you, Madam said she was fine and didn’t want the doctor to come this morning because she was in a rush to leave.”

Lu Mingcheng nodded slightly.

Uncle Xu looked at him and asked. “Would you like me to have the family doctor come now?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Lu Mingcheng replied indifferently. “Let her be.”

Uncle Xu: “Understood.”

Lu Mingcheng didn’t linger downstairs, he stood up and headed upstairs.

He still had work to do later and didn’t intend to waste time on such trivial matters.

Once upstairs, he opened the door to the room.

He needed to take a shower first before heading to his study to handle business.

As he entered, Jiang Qiuyi was busy unboxing the expensive items she had bough that day.

She had taken off her suit jacket, casually draped it over the nearby coat rack, revealing the form-fitting dress beneath.

As Lu Mingcheng entered the closet, the first thing he saw was her long, delicate, and fair neck. Lower down, the V-neck of her dress exposed part of her back.

Pale and smooth.

Under the light, her figure looked even more stunning.

Lu Mingcheng paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on her for a few seconds.

Suddenly, Jiang Qiuyi’s voice broke the silence.

“Looking for something?”

Lu Mingcheng gave a faint hum and glanced at the pile of gift boxes on the floor. He casually asked, “Were these delivered today?”

“Mm,” Jiang Qiuyi replied.

She bent down, took out the most expensive bag from the boxes, and held it up in front of the mirror, deliberately teasing him. “What do you think of this bag?”

Lu Mingcheng glanced at it briefly. “It’s nice.”

Jiang Qiuyi raised an eyebrow and looked at him, saying, “So, that means it’s not really that great, right?”

Before Lu Mingcheng could respond, Jiang Qiuyi muttered to herself, “Seems like it’s not special enough. I’ll just go to an auction next time.”

Lu Mingcheng: “…”

He turned around, grabbed his pajamas, and walked out.

Before leaving, he took one last glance at the opened boxes on the floor.

There were no masculine items inside—not even a pair of men’s socks—only women’s things.

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Author has something to say: Lu Mingcheng: ?

Jiang Qiuyi: Is there a problem?

Lu Mingcheng: I wouldn’t dare to say there is.