Qin Yuan’s gaze drifted downward toward the drawer, and what came into view was unmistakably a collection of six luxury car keys from different brands.
Porsche, Bentley, Mercedes-Benz, Lamborghini, Ferrari, Audi, and more.
Folks, who can possibly comprehend the temptation a fleet of supercars holds for a man in his early twenties?
Qin Yuan stared at those keys, completely frozen in place for a solid three seconds, his eyes glazing over.
The key to the previous Rolls-Royce Cullinan was nowhere to be seen here, which clearly indicated one thing: the supercars parked beneath Moxuan Apartment were merely a fraction of Wen Yue’s collection.
Heaven only knew how many more luxury vehicles were sitting in the garage of the massive Wen family villa at Jiangzhou No. 1.
Just as expected.
The joys of the ultra-wealthy were simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and what Qin Yuan was seeing right now was nothing more than a tiny glimpse into a heavenly palace.
Watching his reaction, Wen Yue wore a look of satisfied amusement.
"You are my man. Everything I own is yours to have as well."
"Starting today, whichever one you feel like driving, just take it out. Every day you can just drive me to the office, and whenever you want to go out for personal errands, feel free to take whatever you like."
"I told you, follow me and you won't be shortchanged. Now..."
Wen Yue smiled faintly at Qin Yuan, changed the subject, and asked, "Have you 'learned' how to cook yet?"
"I've... learned a little bit," Qin Yuan swallowed hard and mumbled weakly.
"Good enough. Tonight's performance is all on you. Grab a set of keys and let's head out."
With that, Wen Yue leaned forward slightly beside him, resting one hand on his shoulder while slipping on her shoes with the other.
Standing at 1.85 meters tall, Qin Yuan had just the right overhead angle to "accidentally" catch a glimpse of the subtle, snowy-white curve visible at the low-cut neckline of her camisole as she changed her shoes.
Qin Yuan’s heart skipped a beat.
Good grief, what a sin.
Yet the very next second.
He couldn't help taking another couple of looks, and suddenly felt a surge of righteous confidence in his chest.
What's wrong with looking a couple of times anyway? That's my wife!
Wen Yue suddenly straightened up, her face expressionless as she looked at Qin Yuan and asked, "Are you suddenly eager to live life as a blind man?"
Qin Yuan: ? !
Life as a blind man...
That was truly ruthless.
He hurriedly reined in his gaze, casually picked up the Bentley car keys, and turned to head out the door.
In the parking garage of Moxuan Apartment, Qin Yuan got behind the wheel of the latest model white Bentley Mulsanne with a 4.0T V8S engine, pressed down on the accelerator, and glided out.
The deep roar of the engine thoroughly captivated him.
This feeling was simply exhilarating.
Before long, Qin Yuan was driving Wen Yue, following her navigation, straight to Tianheng City Shopping Plaza.
To put it simply, this place was located right inside Tianheng Building, except that everything from the third basement level all the way up to the eighth floor belonged to the Tianheng Shopping Plaza.
Qin Yuan had lived in Jiangzhou for a few years, but he had only ever set foot in Tianheng City twice, considering it was the absolute top-tier luxury shopping mall in all of Jiangzhou.
One of those times was simply because he happened to be passing by when nature called, so he went inside just to experience their ultra-luxury restroom before leaving right after.
As he parked the car and walked with her toward the shopping mall, Qin Yuan recalled the sentence Wen Yue had said to him right before they left.
[You are my man]
That's right, the two of them were legally husband and wife now.
With that comforting thought, Qin Yuan mustered up his courage with a clear conscience, reached out to wrap his arm around Wen Yue’s slender waist, and continued walking forward as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Wen Yue: ?
Her expression flickered in surprise as the corner of her eye caught sight of Qin Yuan's arm.
However.
She did not stop him. Instead, maintaining her calm demeanor just like him, she kept right on walking forward.
After covering a short distance, Wen Yue suddenly slowed her pace, reached out to tug at the crook of Qin Yuan’s arm, and steered him in a different direction.
"No need to rush to buy groceries just yet. Come this way, I'm taking you to get a makeover."
"A, a makeover?"
Qin Yuan was momentarily stunned, but before long, he found himself being led by Wen Yue into a high-end brand clothing store.
The moment the two of them stepped inside, a sales associate hurried over with a polite greeting.
"Good afternoon, welcome!"
Immediately afterward, upon spotting Wen Yue entering the shop, the store manager clicked along in her high heels and hurried over in quick steps.
"Director Wen, you're here."
She turned to glance at the two sales assistants nearby, shot them a sharp look, and whispered a warning: "You two have no situational awareness... Go busy yourselves with something else, leave this to me."
Wen Yue gave her a slight nod, cast a glance toward the suit section, and said indifferently, "Pick out two suitable suits for this Mr. Qin. Just select whatever fits based on your professional judgment, and make sure the fabrics are the highest quality. Also..."
She glanced toward another area and added, "Pick out two everyday casual styles as well, preferably new arrivals."
"Understood, Mr. Qin, please this way."
The store manager replied with a smile, then led Qin Yuan toward the suit section first.
Unlike the other staff, as the manager of a flagship brand store, she was well aware of Wen Yue’s identity. The fact that Wen Yue had personally brought Qin Yuan here to shop at Tianheng City was proof enough that their relationship was anything but ordinary.
Professionals handling professional tasks made all the difference. Based on Qin Yuan’s personal preferences and the style of the latest clothing line, the manager had selected a matching set of outfits for him in no time at all.
"How does it feel after trying it on? Do you like it?" Wen Yue walked over to Qin Yuan's side and asked.
"It's great, but—"
"If you like it, that's enough. No buts."
Wen Yue directly cut off Qin Yuan mid-sentence, turned to look at the store manager, and instructed, "Leave one casual outfit—the white one will do—and pack up all the others."
As she spoke, she had already pulled out her phone and scanned the QR code to pay without even batting an eye.
The four items came to a total of 5,680 yuan, with the two suits making up the real bulk of the cost.
From Qin Yuan's perspective, this felt utterly like a wasteful extravagance.
Over five thousand yuan—back when he was working at Jiadiba Garment Factory, that amounted to nearly two months of his salary, and yet it had just been spent on four pieces of clothing?
Yet from Wen Yue's perspective, spending five thousand and some odd yuan was completely painless; buying clothes for her own man was nothing worth mentioning.
After all, for her, spending over five thousand on four items wasn't her limit—it was simply the limit of this particular clothing store.
"Oh! Why did you go ahead and ring up the bill!"
The store manager glared with displeasure at the cashier, because she hadn't intended to charge Wen Yue for this purchase at all. As the manager, she had the authority to do so; if she explained the situation to her superiors later on, she might even have earned a compliment.
Who could have anticipated that not every staff member knew Wen Yue's identity? While the manager was busy packing the items herself, a clerk had already processed the transaction and calculated the total.
And Wen Yue had no intention of taking advantage of such petty favors, paying the bill by scanning the code without a moment's hesitation.
"It's fine, business is business. There's no reason to do business without taking payment."
Wen Yue replied indifferently, then shifted her gaze to Qin Yuan, picked up the separately set-aside outfit, and handed it to him.
"Put this on now, no need to keep changing back and forth. I'll wait for you outside."
Qin Yuan hesitated for a moment, but upon seeing Wen Yue's unyielding gaze, he nodded in response and took the new set of clothes from her hands.
Meanwhile.
Just outside the shop entrance, a young man in formal attire with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips was on his way to the smoking area. Coincidentally passing by the storefront, he caught sight of the exact moment Qin Yuan took the clothes from Wen Yue's hands.
The scene unfolding right before his eyes instantly caused him to pull the cigarette from his mouth, his shocked expression giving way to overwhelming fury and resentment.
"What the absolute hell, you bastard Qin Yuan, how dare you cheat on her! Let's see how I deal with you!"
Zhang Jiajun strode over in a rage, but after taking a couple of steps, he halted. A thought flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone to record the scene unfolding before him.
Immediately afterward, he forwarded the video he had just taken to his sister Zhang Jiameng, and then placed a direct phone call to Wang Songyang.
"Brother Yang, you need to get down to Tianheng City right now. That bastard Qin Yuan is cheating, and I even caught it on video as evidence. Hurry over here and help me catch them red-handed!"