Xu Ying hesitated as they left the store.

She didn’t dare reach for Qi Sheng’s hand, afraid he would reject her.

"This isn’t like you."

Qi Sheng smiled and took her hand. A man had to take the initiative.

"It’s just... our relationship is supposed to be a secret. It wouldn’t be good if someone I know saw us," Xu Ying said, her voice tinged with grievance.

She felt the warmth from Qi Sheng’s large, well-defined hand.

For the first time, their relationship felt real to her.

"Can we go walk around somewhere?" Xu Ying looked at Qi Sheng expectantly, cherishing the chance to be alone with him.

She longed to go shopping with him, just the two of them, even if they didn’t buy a single thing.

She would be perfectly content just to experience what it was like to be a couple.

"Let’s go check out Taikoo Li, then."

With his vast experience shopping with women, Qi Sheng knew exactly where they loved to go.

...

The Chanel store in Taikoo Li.

Qi Sheng led Xu Ying into the shop.

Lucy, who had assisted Qi Sheng several times before, was pleasantly surprised to see him.

"Mr. Qi."

Qi Sheng smiled and nodded at her, then pointed at Xu Ying.

"Help my girlfriend pick out two of your most popular bags."

"Of course. Right now, our two most popular lines are the Classic Flap and the 2.55."

"The small Classic Flap handbag is priced at 32,500 yuan."

"The medium Classic Flap and the medium 2.55 handbags are both 38,100 yuan."

Lucy announced the prices and saw not even a flicker of change in Qi Sheng’s expression.

’It makes sense,’ she thought. ’This is a guy who drops 500,000 in a single visit.’

’A bag worth a few tens of thousands is just pocket change to someone like him.’

Lucy grumbled internally, ’Xu Ying sure is lucky.’

’I wonder what tricks she used to snag such a rich young master.’

That’s right, she and Xu Ying did know each other.

As sales associates in the same circle, and with Taikoo Li and the International Gold Center being so close, it was only natural.

Lucy and Chen Ying, who both worked for top luxury brands, were naturally no strangers to one another.

In fact, the last time Qi Sheng brought Miduo here to shop, Lucy had recognized him immediately.

Among the sales associates, there wasn’t a single one who didn’t envy Tan Hua.

It was one thing to be an absolute bombshell, but she also had a boyfriend who was rich, handsome, and tall.

He wore a Roger Dubuis watch worth millions.

He lived in a ten-million-yuan luxury home at Yitai Tianjiao.

He even drove a Porsche Cayenne, which cost nearly two million yuan off the lot.

’If I had a boyfriend like that,’ Lucy thought,

’I wouldn’t care even if he played around as much as he wanted.’

’If Qi Sheng weren’t a player, how would sales associates like us ever get a chance to latch onto a golden branch?’

For many girls who loved Chanel bags,

the Classic Flap (CF) and the 2.55, designed by Coco Chanel herself,

were undoubtedly the most iconic of classics.

Their prices were also so high they were completely out of reach.

The bags Xu Ying liked most were, without a doubt, the medium Classic Flaps in black caviar leather and macaron green.

Normally, the Classic Flap was rarely available in the boutique.

The moment one appeared, it would be instantly sold out.

Even on the rare occasion one was in stock, it was reserved for VIC clients.

And Qi Sheng was one of Chanel’s VICs.

Only customers who spent over a million yuan a year at Chanel qualified for VIC status.

This granted perks like priority pre-orders for limited-edition bags, at-home delivery of clothing by sales associates, or invitations to brand fashion shows.

Just a moment ago, another young woman had her eye on the black caviar Classic Flap.

She had been about to bite the bullet and put it on her card, but Lucy had to politely refuse her.

The million-yuan annual spending threshold was far beyond the reach of an ordinary person.

Seeing Xu Ying now being doted on by Lucy, happily torn between two different colors of the Classic Flap, filled the other woman with overwhelming envy.

It was a well-known fact that a Chanel Classic Flap bag was an investment piece that could outpace inflation.

With an annual price increase of 30%, many girls who bought one never felt a moment of regret.

It was even more reliable than buying actual financial products.

"We’ll take both of these. And grab a medium 2.55 in black as well."

If Qi Sheng remembered correctly, in a few years,

these classic Chanel bags would all be priced at seventy to eighty thousand yuan.

"Of course. I’ll go get them ready for Miss Xu."

With a look of pure envy, Lucy respectfully turned and headed to the stockroom to retrieve the new bags.

"Darling, you’re amazing!"

Seeing Qi Sheng make such a domineering decision for her, Xu Ying’s heart filled with joy and adoration.

No girl could resist such a commanding display of affection from a rich, handsome man.

Being able to just buy everything without having to agonize over a choice felt incredible.

"We’ll see how you show your appreciation later."

Qi Sheng had already booked a room at the nearby Boshe Hotel.

"You’re awful."

Xu Ying blushed but didn’t protest.

’Qi Sheng is my benefactor, after all, and he just bought me several bags,’ she thought.

’Later, he can do whatever he wants with me.’

Once the bags were ready, Qi Sheng carried them in his left hand, his right arm wrapped around Xu Ying.

With a deferential farewell from Lucy, they left the Chanel boutique.

’Hmph. What a slut,’ Lucy thought.

She watched Xu Ying’s retreating figure, her face a mask of envy.

She wished she were the one in Qi Sheng’s arms.

He’d just casually dropped over a hundred thousand yuan on bags.

If a man like that so much as crooked a finger at her, she’d come running.

...

「Boshe Hotel.」

Qi Sheng didn’t hold back, booking a suite without a second thought.

He pulled the equally eager Xu Ying onto the soft, comfortable king-sized bed, where they tumbled together.

They went at it until past three in the afternoon, having completely forgotten about lunch.

They only paused to eat some fruit when hunger struck.

Xu Ying was thoroughly conquered by Qi Sheng.

’No wonder Tan Hua wants us all to live together,’ Xu Ying thought.

’If it were just me, Qi Sheng would probably wear me to death sooner or later.’

"Stop dawdling. Let’s take a shower, then go back and pack. Once Huahua and the others get off work, we’ll move you in."