If She Picked It, It Must Be Good

Su Shen's mood was visibly foul as he slouched in his seat, brooding over the incident earlier. Yet, when his gaze lifted, he saw Gu Zi smiling and waving at him. The sight of her smile, so radiant, was like the first bloom of spring—exquisite, full of life.

For a moment, he was lost in her beauty, and then she walked toward him, swaying gracefully, and with a playful pout, she said, "Darling, I love everything I tried on, but I just can't decide which one to pick."

As soon as she finished, her eyes darted over to the counter where the sales assistants stood, eagerly waiting to package up a dozen carefully selected outfits.

They smiled wide, their faces full of admiration for Gu Zi, and in that moment, Su Shen knew exactly what his greatest advantage was: the attention from those eager young men didn't faze him, but the respect from these sales assistants, who knew exactly how to treat a lady of such taste, made him feel a surge of satisfaction.