"What are the prices for these?" Zhen Linqi pointed at the watches and asked the waiter.
The prices of the watches ranged from tens of thousands to millions. The waiter began explaining the details of each one.
After listening, Zhen Linqi picked up the most expensive one. "This one," she said, handing it to Jia Fuhai. "Try it on and see if it fits."
Ultimately, it was about whether Brother Hai liked it. If he didn't, it wouldn't matter how expensive it was.
Jia Fuhai glanced at her and thought she looked really good. With a slight nod, he closed his eyes.
"Alright, swipe the card," Zhen Linqi said as soon as Brother Hai gave his approval, pulling out her card without hesitation.
The waiter marveled at her wealth—swiping millions without a second thought. He quickly took the card with respect and started processing the transaction.
Zhen Linqi gently touched Jia Fuhai's collar and said softly, "Brother Hai, I know you don't like wearing it. You can just keep it aside for formal occasions."
Jia Fuhai felt warmth flood his heart, just like the gentle touch on his collar. Qiqi always considered his feelings. He immediately put the watch on and said, "Who said I don't like it? A watch worth millions? I love wearing it."
Zhen Linqi smiled. "Brother Hai, you don't have to pretend. I'm not forcing you."
"No, no! Of course, I'll wear it. Why wouldn't I accept my wife's gift?" Jia Fuhai quickly declared. He didn't want this wonderful woman to feel the slightest disappointment.
"Alright then," Zhen Linqi said with a soft smile. She didn't intend to force him, but she felt the love in his words.
The waiter, having completed the transaction, stood quietly, awkward yet envious. He wished for a girlfriend like that—someone who could swipe millions without blinking.
As Jia Fuhai, now wearing the watch, walked hand in hand with Zhen Linqi, the waiter thought to himself. In the past, he had plans to date rich men, but after today's experience, maybe there was nothing wrong with being open to both men and women.
Twice the chance of catching a "big fish," double the rewards. A sly grin crept across his face as he considered how clever he was.
...
"Shall we go to Yunlin Square and check it out?" Jia Fuhai suggested as they were about to head back.
"Sure, Brother Hai, just drive," Zhen Linqi agreed, not too worried about her sons back home.
They arrived safely, and after getting out of the car, Jia Fuhai glanced at the bustling Yunlin Square. The place was packed with people.
As they walked through the square, they noticed maps and notices that detailed everything happening at Yunlin Square. Jia Fuhai's eyes landed on a promotion for his own Jia Ji Cake!
"Uncle Xu's business strategy is really something. Why doesn't Uncle Wang learn from him?" Jia Fuhai muttered.
Zhen Linqi, holding his arm, said, "Brother Hai, look, Jia Ji has become famous, and it's only been a few days."
"It's my fault for being so wrapped up in those novels lately. I'll have to go back and check on things," Jia Fuhai admitted, surprised by the success.
"You! You really don't keep track of anything," Zhen Linqi sighed, shaking her head in mock helplessness.
Before Jia Fuhai could respond, he suddenly spotted a toy store ahead. He stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on it.
Zhen Linqi followed his eyes. "A remote-control toy store?"
"Brother Hai, buy it if you like it," she encouraged, thinking he was interested.
"I just bought toys for my sons, that's all," Jia Fuhai replied seriously but was already walking toward the store.
"Sure, sure," Zhen Linqi said with a knowing smile.
The store's window displayed remote-control cars, yachts, airplanes, helicopters, excavators, and more.
Once inside, Jia Fuhai eagerly asked the store owner to bring out the toys so he could test them. The store was spacious, and customers were even allowed to try the toys before buying.
"Qiqi, why don't you try one?" Jia Fuhai turned to her.
"You play," Zhen Linqi replied with a laugh, shaking her head.
As Jia Fuhai played with the toys, he suddenly thought of his sons. His oldest had a knack for cooking, while his youngest was talented with body coordination. Could remote-control toys be something they'd enjoy too?
Joystick in hand, he reasoned: It couldn't hurt to try. His sons didn't have many entertainment options besides reading comics and playing chess.
"Well, I'm buying these for my sons. It's to stimulate their talent, not because I want to play with them myself," Jia Fuhai justified with a smile.
After testing them, Jia Fuhai pointed at the remote-control planes, helicopters, and cars. "I'll take three of each."
"…Three? Why so many?" Zhen Linqi asked, surprised. "You're only playing alone."
"One for Qi Yi, one for Na Ji, and one for me. If Nana were here, she'd probably want one too," Jia Fuhai explained, picturing a parent-child bonding moment.
"Alright, but these are for adults, aren't they?" Zhen Linqi asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jia Fuhai gave her a meaningful look. "You know how smart your sons are. They wouldn't be interested in baby toys—too simple for them."
Agreeing with him, Zhen Linqi went to swipe her card again. This time, she spent over 100,000 yuan. These weren't just regular toys; they were gas-powered, high-performance remote-control toys.
The items were too large to carry home, so they arranged for delivery.
"Oh, by the way, we'll also need drones, building blocks..." Jia Fuhai started listing more toys.
"Alright, alright, buy whatever you want! Am I just here to swipe your card?" Zhen Linqi teased, glaring at him.
"Well, I'll reward you later," Jia Fuhai said with a mischievous grin and a twinkle in his eye.
"Forget it! I'll leave the reward to Nana," Zhen Linqi laughed. She knew she couldn't keep up with his endless shopping spree.
After they finished, Jia Fuhai looked very satisfied, having splurged on toys. Zhen Linqi smiled and asked, "Are you happy now?"
"Yes, yes!" Jia Fuhai nodded enthusiastically. Spending his wife's money felt great!
"Let's head home. If we don't, Nana's going to give me a hard time," Zhen Linqi reminded him as the sky darkened.
"Alright," Jia Fuhai agreed, taking her hand as they walked toward the car.
Back home, their children would be waiting, ready for dinner.