Pick at Will

"What are some fun places to visit here in the Magic City?" Su Yang asked in the car.

"There's nothing too special. The fun stuff is all at night. During the day, it's just drinking coffee, eating local delicacies, looking at the river view, or going shopping at the Xijing Road Pedestrian Street."

"Then let's go check out the pedestrian street first," Su Yang said as he started the car, lightly stepping on the gas to drive out of the villa.

Soon, the car left the villa area and merged onto the main road.

There weren't many cars on the road right now. Su Yang slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and the 8-cylinder performance beast, the M8, shot forward fiercely.

Zhuang Mengli wasn't prepared, and her whole body was violently pressed against the seat back.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

"Just testing the acceleration of your car."

"You could have at least given me a heads-up. You scared the life out of me."

"Sorry. The acceleration on this car is pretty decent. It'll be more than enough for tonight."

"Really? We really don't need to switch cars?"

"No need. It's not like we're entering a professional race. This car is enough to absolutely crush everyone else."

"So arrogant?"

"Hehe, you'll see tonight. Give me directions."

"Alright then, take a left at the intersection ahead."

"Got it."

Fifteen minutes later, the M8 roared up to the Xijing Road Pedestrian Street. Su Yang found a random parking lot and parked the car.

The two then got out and walked toward the street.

"What do you want to buy? It's my treat," Zhuang Mengli smiled, her hands behind her back.

"No need, I can buy it myself. Let's go buy a piece of clothing so I can change first."

"Don't be so polite, let me buy it for you."

"I really don't need you to. I'm just buying a T-shirt."

"No way. Today, all your expenses must be paid by me," Zhuang Mengli said domineeringly, waving her small hand.

Seeing this, Su Yang said helplessly, "Alright, alright, you buy it."

The two chatted idly as they walked into a shopping mall. Su Yang was very goal-oriented when he shopped and didn't like to wander. As soon as he entered the mall, he spotted an OFF-WHITE streetwear store.

Without a word, he headed straight for the store.

Zhuang Mengli quickly followed and called out, "Why are you walking so fast?"

"This is just my normal walking pace, okay?"

"You don't know how to be tender to a woman at all. You're walking so fast I can't even keep up."

"Tender to a woman? You?" Su Yang turned his head and laughed.

"What's wrong with me? Am I not a girl?"

"You are a girl, but can you be compared to ordinary girls? You could punch a cow to death. How do you expect me to treat you like a delicate flower?"

"Is that the same thing? Fighting is fighting, but normally I'm just a delicate and sweet little girl, okay!"

"Pfft!" Su Yang couldn't hold back his laughter. "You, delicate? Don't make me laugh, my threshold for amusement is very low."

"Hmph, typical clueless guy!" Zhuang Mengli glared at Su Yang and walked into the OFF-WHITE store first.

Su Yang shook his head with a smile and quickly followed.

After entering the store, he went straight to the men's section and quickly picked out a black oversized T-shirt with an oil painting print.

At this time, Zhuang Mengli was still browsing around on her own, while Su Yang had already taken the clothes to the cashier to pay.

"Hello handsome, one T-shirt, the total is 2999."

"Okay, will you scan my code or should I scan yours?"

"I'll scan yours." The clerk picked up the scanner and scanned Su Yang's phone.

After a beep, the clerk nodded with a smile and handed the bagged clothing to Su Yang. "All set, handsome."

Su Yang took the bag and smiled. "Great, thanks."

"You're welcome. Please come again."

At this moment, Zhuang Mengli walked over quickly holding two women's T-shirts. She stared at Su Yang with wide eyes and exclaimed, "You... you paid?"

Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Hey? Didn't we agree that I would pay for all your expenses today? Why did you pay for it yourself?"

"Oh, stop nagging, it's just a shirt. Have you made your picks?"

"I have," Zhuang Mengli stepped forward and said.

"Then give me your clothes." Su Yang didn't even wait for Zhuang Mengli to reply before snatching the two T-shirts from her hands and placing them on the counter. "Miss, please ring these two up."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The pretty cashier quickly scanned them and smiled. "Two women's T-shirts, the total is 5998 yuan."

"Alright, scan away." Su Yang brought up his payment code again and held it in front of the scanner.

Beep.

While he was paying, the cashier had already bagged the clothes.

"All done, handsome."

"Okay, thank you." Su Yang took the bag and turned to look at Zhuang Mengli, who was standing there in a daze.

"What are you standing there spacing out for? Let's go."

"You, you, you! Why did you pay for mine too?"

"My treat, don't mention it." Su Yang handed the bag to Zhuang Mengli, then winked with a smile and turned to walk out of the store.

Zhuang Mengli quickly caught up. "We agreed that I would pay, how did it get reversed?"

"It's just a few pieces of clothing, don't worry about it. What else do you want to buy? I'll buy it for you."

"Since you're feeling so generous, then take me to buy a few bags," Zhuang Mengli smiled, intentionally leaning closer to Su Yang.

"Sure, which brand do you usually like to buy?"

"I like them all. As long as a bag catches my eye, I'll carry it even if it's cheap."

"Oh, really? I thought a rich young lady like you only bought the expensive stuff."

"Who said that? Don't I carry my cheapest ones that are only ten or twenty thousand?"

"How much? The cheapest are ten or twenty thousand?" Su Yang frowned.

"Yeah, isn't that cheap?" Zhuang Mengli rolled her large eyes and looked at Su Yang.

"Damn, you're something else." Su Yang scratched his head and smiled with pursed lips. "As expected of a wealthy heiress. A bag worth ten or twenty thousand is actually considered the cheapest in your eyes."

"Are there even cheaper ones?" Zhuang Mengli asked.

"Phew." Su Yang exhaled and forced a smile. "You really haven't experienced the hardships of the real world. But I guess it makes sense, growing up in a family like yours. Let's go, which store are we hitting?"

"Let's go check out LV first. There's one right next door."

"Alright."

As they spoke, the two walked into the LV store. Su Yang tilted his head and said, "You go pick your stuff, I'll browse around myself."

"Are you really treating me?" Zhuang Mengli smiled.

"My treat."

"Is there a limit?"

"What limit?"

"Money, a budget."

"Pick whatever you want. Buy whatever you want, I'll pay."

"Oho, then I won't hold back."

Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Don't hold back. Although I'm not as rich as your dad, I still have enough money to buy some bags."

"Hehe, great." Zhuang Mengli said, heading toward the handbag section.

Su Yang, on the other hand, strolled over to the men's section. After looking around, he didn't see anything he wanted to buy.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to spend money, but mainly because buying too much would be a hassle to carry. Besides, he had already bought quite a few things from LV before, so he didn't see any particularly eye-catching new arrivals at the moment.

In the end, he only bought one T-shirt.

After making his purchase, he went to the lounge area to wait. Half an hour passed, and the basket of the female sales assistant following Zhuang Mengli was already filled with all sorts of bags.

The two walked out from beside a display shelf. Zhuang Mengli quickly came over to Su Yang and said with a grin, "Su Yang, I picked out seven bags. They aren't too expensive, averaging around fifty thousand each. The total is about three to four hundred thousand. Not bad, right?"

Hearing this, Su Yang smiled nonchalantly. "Sure, let's go pay."

"Are you really buying these for me?"

"Jeez, why are you being so chatty? It's just a few bags. Stop talking and hurry up." Su Yang grabbed Zhuang Mengli by the arm and pulled her over to the cashier.

Seven leather bags of various styles came out to a total of 430,000 yuan.

After paying, Su Yang looked at Zhuang Mengli. "Let's go. You're carrying them yourself, though."

"I'll carry them myself, I don't need your help." Zhuang Mengli walked out of the LV boutique carrying several shopping bags in one hand.

"What else do you want to buy?"

"I want to go check out Hermès. A few LV bags are fine for casual use, but I still prefer Hermès a little more."

"Alright, then let's go put that pile in your hands into the car first, otherwise it's going to be hard to carry more stuff later."

"Sounds good, let's go," Zhuang Mengli said with a bright, happy smile.

Originally, she was supposed to be the one buying things for Su Yang, but now the tables had turned.

Truth be told, this was the first time she had ever let a man other than her own father pay for her shopping.

It wasn't for a lack of suitors eager to shower her with gifts; she simply never allowed other guys to spend money on her. To her, accepting their money felt like accepting their romantic advances, so she always refused.

However, she was more than happy to let Su Yang buy things for her, and it actually felt pretty good. In her eyes, it felt a bit like a boyfriend treating his girlfriend.

Chatting along the way, the two turned and headed toward the mall exit. They had only taken a few steps when a crisp voice called out from their left.

"Mengmeng!!"

Hearing the shout, Zhuang Mengli turned to look.

She saw a tall, exquisitely dressed beauty with long, wavy hair cascading down her back and wearing a tight black bodycon dress. The woman was walking out of a nearby Prada store, carrying several bags of her own.

Seeing her, Zhuang Mengli's face lit up and she shouted back, "Xiaotang!!"

......

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