He never imagined that his pickiness about clothes would affect Song Mai's life.

This feeling of being a burden to others was something Chu Xing had never experienced before, and he felt extremely frustrated.

Song Mai thought he was concerned about saving face, so she comforted him, saying, "It's okay, you can pay me back when you make money."

This reminded Chu Xing.

He's not really broke, he just wants a divorce. He'll even offer to double his compensation to Song Mai a year later.

Chu Xing felt a little better and took the clothes to try them on.

He was indeed incredibly handsome, and everyone around him marveled at his good looks.

Song Mai didn't hold back and bought the whole set.

Once in the living area, Song Mai put toothpaste, toothbrush, toothbrush holder, and other items into the car, and even picked out a razor.

Seeing the confusion in Chu Xing's eyes, he couldn't help but ask, "How did you live before?"

It's normal for a man not to know how to choose clothes, but it's really unacceptable if he can't even buy daily necessities.

How to live?

His daily life was taken care of by dedicated staff, and all his belongings were delivered to his home, so he didn't have to worry about anything. Besides, he didn't have the time.

Chu Xing remained silent, and Song Mai assumed he didn't know what to say, so she finally sighed.

"Let's go, this is the last one."

Chu Xing followed behind, still lost in thought, only to discover upon entering the store:

This last one is actually a men's underwear specialty store!

Chu Xing's face had never looked so grim in public.

The sales staff at the men's underwear store were all women, and their eyes lit up when they saw Chu Xing, such a handsome and stylish man.

Song Mai said calmly, "Go in and pick one yourself?"

In that instant, Chu Xing wanted to strangle the woman, but then he saw a bunch of photos of foreign male models with their upper bodies naked, and with a dark face, he randomly grabbed one.

The shop assistant next to her wanted to say something, but was held back by her aura, so she could only lean closer to Song Mai and say indirectly, "Miss, I'm very good at judging people. Your husband must be quite impressive. This size is probably a bit small."

Song Mai turned to look at Chu Xing: "Is it small?"

"This is the code."

The four words were squeezed out of his mouth.

After serving the young master all day, Song Mai finally breathed a sigh of relief and paid the bill with a smile.

Finally, we moved to the food section.

Chu Xing's height and leg length were clearly visible. The cucumbers inside were of uneven thickness, and the broccoli was dry and yellow. Glancing at the greasy skin on the chicken leg, he frowned. What cheap stuff!

Even so, Song Mai still spent half an hour choosing her items, bringing large and small bags to the cashier.

Watching the cashier quickly scan the code, Chu Xing couldn't help but ask, "Is this what you meant by 'picking up items'?"

"If the price is right, I'll buy more so I don't have to squeeze in every day." Song Mai said matter-of-factly, as if she were very familiar with life.

After all, she has taken care of everything inside and outside the house during the years she has lived there.

After scanning the code, I spent a little over 500 yuan.

Chu Xing took out his phone to scan the QR code to pay when Assistant Lu called. He went to answer the call and when he came back, Song Mai had already paid the bill.

"How much did it cost in total? I'll pay you." He couldn't really let the woman pay; he wasn't used to that.

Song Mai put her phone back in her pocket. "No need. You have many expenses right now. I can easily cover the food and lodging for two people."

She appeared completely at ease, but Chu Xing's attention was drawn to something else.

That phone model must be from five years ago, and the tempered glass screen protector is broken; it's time to upgrade.

...How about we find a way to get her a new phone?

Chu Xing didn't know where this thought came from, and he was still thinking about it while sitting on the electric bike.

The little electric scooter, laden with supplies, carried Chu Xing, Song Mai, and the purchased items, all the way into an open-air residential area.

The buildings here have yellowed and faded exterior walls. Although there are signs of repair and maintenance, they look desolate and dilapidated after years of wind and rain.

They squeezed the electric scooter into the bike shed to charge, and then carried it upstairs, arm in arm and in their arms, with their belongings in tow.

The hallway was poorly lit and the stairs were uneven. Chu Xing almost fell, but luckily he was quick enough to reach out and avoid falling.

"Why doesn't the property management fix the stairs given their condition?"

"Where would you find any property management for these old, dilapidated apartments?"

Chu Xing was speechless.

His smallest house was a large single-level apartment, with one housekeeper per household. He had never suffered such grievances before.

Song Mai rummaged for her keys and opened the door.

Two people squeezed into the small room, which was less than 50 square meters, and an indescribable stuffy smell wafted out.

Song Mai was in high spirits.

I've only rented it for a week and haven't lived in it much yet, but it's already a warm and welcoming place.

Regardless of the location, this will be her little haven for a while.

"Put the groceries in the kitchen, I'll go open the window. We can tidy up and have dinner ready."

Chu Xing was also very hungry, but unfortunately he couldn't smile at all now.

Yesterday I was sleeping in a Simmons room with a river view, but now I've been reduced to this old, run-down apartment in the suburbs.

Staring at the tattered sofa in the living room—this would probably be his bed in the future—how could Chu Xing possibly laugh?

But for the freedom to divorce a year later... he frowned and endured it.

There's no air conditioning in the room, and I feel sticky and uncomfortable all over, so I'm planning to take a shower to cool down.

Song Mai realized something and hurriedly ran ahead of Chu Xing to open the bathroom door.

"The water heater is a bit... fussy. Tap it twice before using it."

As she spoke, she gave Chu Xing a standard demonstration, and then quickly left the crowded bathroom.

The space was cramped and the air was stuffy and humid. His shirt clung to his body, and Chu Xing didn't bother to pay attention to what was wrong with the water heater. He turned on the shower, and the water flowed down, making him feel completely comfortable.

After taking a shower, Chu Xing realized a problem.

He picked up his newly bought underwear and carefully examined it for the third time before confirming: the size was wrong!

It will be a bit of a struggle for him to put it on, given his size.

But how is he supposed to get out without wearing it? Should he ask Song Mai to bring it to him?

Chu Xing felt that even when facing major issues like the group's development direction, things had never been as difficult as they were at this moment.

How could the president of the prestigious Yunxing Group be in such a sorry state?

Amidst the rising steam, Chu Xing knocked on the door, slowly squeezing out the words through clenched teeth.

"Song...Song Mai, your underwear doesn't fit!"

"What? Underwear? Didn't you take it inside?" Song Mai was cooking noodles, and the range hood was roaring.

Since he had already lost face, Chu Xing simply didn't care and raised his voice to finally attract Song Mai's attention.

"Size—the size is too small—"

The moment she heard it clearly, Song Mai almost burst out laughing.

[Still being stubborn? Why didn't you just listen to the clerk?]

A glass door separated the two of them, and Song Mai's innermost thoughts were spoken without restraint.

The man inside the door was completely naked, his handsome face as black as the bottom of a pot.

About a minute later, "I ordered it on Meituan, and it will be delivered in thirty minutes."

Chu Xing gritted his teeth, "Express delivery by rider... I'll pay for it."

Ten minutes later, there was a knocking sound on the door.

"So fast?"

Song Mai stopped what she was doing, just as she was about to share the good news with Chu Xing.

When the door was opened, a middle-aged couple stood outside, their faces extremely unpleasant.

"Song Mai, you've really gone too far!"

Song Mai's face turned pale instantly.