Zhu Qianying was actually full of hope, thinking that even if she couldn't find it right away, she would at least get some useful information.

But now it seems that apart from the old stories she knew, nothing else of value was to speak of.

Originally, Yan Shao had work scheduled for the afternoon, but seeing Zhu Qianying's appearance, he suggested accompanying her for a walk.

"Ying'er, come with me to buy some clothes!"

As the weather gets warmer, Zhu Qianying's summer clothes are still the same ones she used to keep in her walk-in closet. Those clothes were moved there five years ago, and while they're not exactly out of style now, they're certainly not fashionable.

Yan Shao sometimes felt helpless, seeing other people's wives wearing designer clothes, carrying designer bags, and driving luxury cars.

On the other hand, his wife, whom he clearly wanted to spoil rotten, was wearing clothes from five years ago, carrying a large backpack bought from Taobao, and driving a beat-up second-hand car provided by her workplace. Moreover, she felt good about herself and had no intention of changing.

Yan Shao had been watching this for a while and wanted to speak up, but he was afraid that she would be sensitive. He meant well, but he was afraid that it would displease her.

Seeing that she was in a low mood, he made up an excuse to buy her some clothes and wanted to go out for a walk with her.

Speaking of which, ever since she said that she was willing to spoil him, he could actually feel that she spoiled him to the same extent as she spoiled Zizai.

Knowing that she doted on him, he figured she would likely not refuse his request.

Sure enough, Zhu Qianying looked him up and down a few times. "Okay, go ahead. I haven't been out shopping in a long time anyway. By the way, buy some seasonal clothes for Zizai."

In fact, not only does Zhu Qianying not have many clothes for the changing seasons, but so does Zizai.

When Zhu Qianying asked Cheng Ye to bring Zizai back to China, she packed all of Zizai's clothes for winter. She thought that since the child would grow up quickly, she would leave the summer clothes to his father and gradually add more clothes for him later.

After she returned, one thing after another happened, and her attention didn't seem to have returned to her normal family life.

The few summer clothes that Zizai wears now were bought by his younger sister Xiaoyu. Zizai usually wears his school uniform when he goes to school, so even Zhu Qianying, his mother, doesn't think that her son has too few clothes.

Now, hearing Yan Shao mention it, I've remembered this matter.

Yan Shao was pleased to see her readily agree, and quickly told someone to prepare a car. He then took his and Zhu Qianying's bags and got into the car.

"Sir, where are we going?"

The driver's question stumped Young Master Yan.

His clothes, to be honest, have always been taken care of by a professional. All his clothes are custom-made and then delivered to his door.

This happens every season.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't come up with any relevant answers, so I could only give a vague one.

"A place to buy clothes..."

"this……"

The driver was a bit perplexed. There were so many places to buy clothes, but which one was he referring to?

Fortunately, Zhu Qianying immediately saw through the awkwardness between the owner and the driver and gave them the name of a commercial city.

Although she rarely, no, to be precise, she basically didn't go shopping after she came back.

But this commercial city was very famous. She always heard about it from Wang Chunsi and other female colleagues, and they always spoke of it with envy.

One time, she asked around and found out that the commercial city was a place where all the high-end consumer venues in L City, including restaurants, entertainment venues, and shopping centers, frequented by rich women, rich men, and wealthy tycoons.

Moreover, and most importantly, that commercial complex belongs to the Yanhuang Group.

When Yan Shao heard Zhu Qianying mention the name of the commercial city, he was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was a high-end consumer destination that Yanhuang had developed a few years ago, integrating eating, drinking, entertainment and shopping.

“Just as Ying’er said,” Yan Shao quickly added.

As the car drove away from Tongjia Village, Zhu Qianying, who had just looked so serious and downcast, was now holding an iPad and listing a long list of clothes, food and other necessities that Zizai needed to buy.

Yan Shao didn't intend to disturb her, although he felt a little uneasy inside.

Didn't we agree to buy him clothes? Why is the whole screen filled with that brat's stuff?

But his real intention wasn't to buy clothes for himself; he just wanted to distract her. Thinking this way, his jealousy subsided a bit.

Judging from her appearance, she seemed to have recovered her mood.

The list of items my son wanted to buy, from hats to shoes, was quite long.

I used everything from toothbrushes to colored pens for doodling, and I wrote a whole lot of things.

Food, crispy and soft, sweet and spicy, filled the entire screen.

I kept telling myself not to care, not to care, as long as she's happy and not overthinking things.

Seeing the names of those neatly arranged items, Yan Shao felt increasingly uneasy.

It was as if each item and each row was a superposition of Zhu Qianying's love.

The more objects there are, the more it proves that Zhu Qianying loves.

Just moments ago he was smugly thinking that she doted on him, but now, compared to his son, he realized that Zhu Qianying had no love or pampering for him at all.

Just as Young Master Yan was feeling incredibly depressed, his chest almost bursting from the negative emotions of hating his son, Zhu Qianying swiped her finger and opened a new page.

Then, her fair and beautiful fingertips swiped across the page a few times, and the word "Husband" appeared in large letters on the blank page.

If just a moment ago Young Master Yan felt like he'd been thrown into a dark room by Zhu Qianying, unable to see even a glimmer of light, then now he was suddenly transported to the vast grasslands, where sunshine, blue skies, and beautiful scenery awaited him—everything he needed.

"Actually, I don't think you need to buy anything..."

Zhu Qianying lowered her eyes, her fingers flying across the screen as she typed something, but she was saying something else entirely.

Yan Shao's heart thudded as it was thrown into the sea, sinking rapidly.

"No, I need..."

Before Yan Shao could finish his defense, Zhu Qianying continued talking to herself.

"However, those clothes in your closet, are they all custom-made? You can tell at a glance they're ridiculously expensive. Your taste is passable, but you're a married man now. From now on, I'll take care of these things in your closet! Do you have any objections?"

At this moment, Young Master Yan was so happy he was practically jumping for joy, so why would he have any objections?

His heart, which had been submerged at the bottom of the water, suddenly sprang up into the sky, floating like a cloud, feeling an indescribable sense of joy and comfort.

"No objections, no objections!"

After hastily agreeing, I suddenly remembered that I should have been more considerate or reserved.

"But...won't this cause you trouble?"