When the shop clerk saw that a wealthy person was willing to buy her this dress, she couldn’t help but praise, “This dress is the most expensive dress in our store. Miss, you are so beautiful; you will definitely look gorgeous in this dress.”
“Your husband is so good to you. A lot of people have come to see this dress these past few days, but your husband is the only one who has actually paid for it.”
Xie Qingyu emphasized, “He’s my ex-husband!”
The shop clerk was taken aback and stammered, “Your ex-husband was really good to you.”
Xie Qingyu: “Of course! An absolutely wonderful ex-husband! If there were an award for that, I’d really like to give him one.”
Duan Zihui: “…Should I thank you in advance?”
Others: “…”
These two were really interesting.
Xie Qingyu was very happy with her new dress and waved her hand, saying, “No need.”
Her tone was much lighter: “Just remember to pay it.”
Just as he was about to pay, Duan Zihui replied, “I don’t have any clothes. I want to buy some too.”
Xie Qingyu asked in surprise, “It’s not I who pays for it, right?”
In front of this group of people, Duan Zihui shamelessly said, “I’ll pay yours, but you pick for me. How about it, isn’t this a good deal?”
After saying that, he raised an eyebrow at her.
Xie Qingyu didn’t want to pick for him, but since she was going to attend the banquet, she naturally had to dress up beautifully. Anyway, it was a profitable business, so she gritted her teeth and agreed.
“Okay.”
Picking out clothes?
Zhuzhu also wanted to pick out clothes for her father. She volunteered, “Daddy, I’ll pick out some for you.”
The little girl actually wanted to pick out clothes for him, too.
Duan Zihui was even more pleased and agreed: “Okay.”
Zhuzhu immediately went to pick out clothes for her father.
She brought over a purple short-sleeved shirt and asked her father, “Dad, what do you think of this one?”
Duan Zihui silently looked at the color of the clothes and thought about how he would look in them—he should look quite handsome, but he felt a little embarrassed: “Change into something else.”
If he went out wearing that color, wouldn’t he completely lose face for his dashing and debonair image?
People would laugh their heads off.
Zhuzhu was surprised that her father didn’t like it. She pouted, saying, “I think this color is very pretty.”
Xie Qingyu chuckled beside her, “It really is pretty.”
If your face and physique can’t hold up, you’ll just look like an old man on the street.
Zhuzhu then went to pick out another one for her father, bringing over a dark green one, and asked, “Dad, what do you think of this one?”
Duan Zihui suddenly gave up on relying on his child’s opinion. He said, “It’s too green. Dad’s going to a banquet; I can’t wear such a nice outfit.”
Zhuzhu didn’t understand: “But you have to dress up nicely to attend a banquet.”
Duan Zihui: Your dad’s being sarcastic; can’t you tell?
The people around him couldn’t stop laughing.
Seeing Xie Qingyu laughing, Duan Zihui quickly put on a stern face and urged, “Aren’t you going to put on makeup later? If you don’t hurry up and pick out clothes, you won’t have time to do your makeup later.”
Xie Qingyu suppressed her laughter and picked out a light gray suit for him.
Although he was paying for it himself, Duan Zihui felt a little better knowing that she was the one who picked it out for him.
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