Shen Yan didn't care that Qiao Zhen didn't speak.

She looked Qiao Zhen up and down, a hint of disdain rising in her heart.

This country bumpkin thinks he can steal her away?

"Let's go shopping. What brand of clothes do you like to buy?"

Qiao Zhen was about to refuse, saying that she was just dressed casually, when Shen Yan reached out, and a Porsche Cayenne drove up to them from a short distance away. The driver got out of the car, ran to Shen Yan, and handed her the car keys with both hands, saying, "Miss."

Shen Yan took the keys and waved them at Qiao Zhen, "Get in the car, let's go shopping for clothes together."

Qiao Zhen looked at her luxurious car and took two steps back. "Miss Chen, I'm sorry, I have to go to work and I probably won't be able to go shopping."

"It's rare to find someone I can talk to, so please keep me company. My other friends are still sleeping. They're all party animals and won't be home until 3 or 4 in the morning."

Qiao Zhen was a little embarrassed. "I don't usually play games. I'm a bit of a quiet person. Why don't you go find someone else?"

Shen Yan stepped forward and took her arm. "I just wanted to find you. You're the kind of person who doesn't fawn over people, doesn't do anything fancy, and doesn't steal other people's boyfriends behind their backs. You're a very honest person, aren't you?"

Qiao Zhen looked a little embarrassed. She remembered that when she was with Lu Zheng, he seemed to be the one Shen Yan had mentioned who stole someone else's boyfriend.

"They're gone."

Shen Yan beckoned her to get into the car.

The largest shopping mall in Jiangcheng, and also the place with the highest consumption.

After Qiao Zhen got out of the car, she watched Chen Yan walk ahead. With that innate nobility, Qiao Zhen, who was already insecure, could only lower her head and follow behind.

The elevator went straight to the fifth floor, and Chen Yan walked ahead with practiced ease. "I often come here to buy clothes. Have you been here before?"

The fifth floor is a luxury goods hub, and there are security guards at the entrance; only members with a membership card can enter.

"No."

Stepping out of the elevator, Chen Yan walked into a shop.

The sales assistant put down what she was holding and ran over, bending down to say, "Miss Chen, you've arrived! These are the new styles that just arrived these past few days. Let me get them out for you to try on."

Chen Yan sat on the sofa and casually picked out a few items. "These will do."

She picked out a silk dress and handed it to Qiao Zhen, her tone exuding a touch of nobility, "Try it on. If it suits you, I'll buy it. I think it's rare for you to come all this way, so you can't go back empty-handed."

Qiao Zhen's heart tightened when she saw the price tag on the dress. "Miss Chen, I have clothes, you can buy them."

Chen Yan pushed the clothes towards her, saying, "Since you're already here, of course you have to try them on. If you refuse again, you're not giving me face."

Qiao Zhen: "..."

The sales assistant took the dress directly and enthusiastically pulled Qiao Zhen into the fitting room, saying, "Miss, why don't you try it on? You're a customer brought by Miss Shen, so we'll definitely give you the biggest discount."

The curtain was drawn, and the sales assistant walked up to Shen Yan with a smile. "Ms. Shen, is there anything else you need?"

Chen Yan sat on the sofa, looking at the booklet in her hand, and said softly, "I remember that you can't just try on clothes at luxury stores; if you try them on, you have to buy them."

She pointed meaningfully to the fitting room, "Give her a good welcome, understand?"

The sales assistant paused for a moment, then immediately understood, "Understood, Miss Shen, I will certainly 'treat' you well!"

Shen Yan smiled and said, "Okay, you can pack all of these up and send them to my apartment. I'll go check on the shop next door."

The sales assistant's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded repeatedly, respectfully seeing the person out.

Qiao Zhen sat on a small chair in the fitting room, looking at the dress in her hand. The price tag was 68,880 yuan, and even with a discount, she still couldn't afford it.

A sales assistant's voice came from outside the door, urging, "Miss, are you ready? If the size isn't right, I'll exchange it for you."

There was no other way, so Qiao Zhen changed her clothes.

After she came out, the sales assistant looked at her and exclaimed, "Wow, miss, you look so beautiful in this dress! Shall I wrap it up for you?"

Qiao Zhen in the mirror had a small face, delicate eyebrows, red lips, and snow-white skin. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, making people want to get close to her.

The clothes accentuated her slender figure. Qiao Zhen turned around; they were very beautiful, but she couldn't afford them.

"Sorry, I won't buy it."

After Qiao Zhen finished speaking apologetically, she was about to go into the fitting room to change when the sales assistant spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"Miss, we are an international luxury clothing brand. This piece of clothing of yours is purely handmade and cannot be tried on. However, since you are a guest brought by Miss Shen, we believe that you will definitely buy it, so we will allow you to try it on first."

The sales assistant looked very unhappy. "Our customers buy things as soon as they touch them; that's the rule in luxury stores."

"Exactly, if you can't afford it, what are you doing here?"

At this moment, another sales assistant also came over, looked at Qiao Zhen and rolled her eyes with a cold smile.

Qiao Zhen's face flushed red; her heart raced as someone bluntly called her poor.

Although her salary has been quite good in recent years, she has a mother who is hospitalized and a younger brother who is still in school.

She simply couldn't afford such expensive clothes.

Qiao Zhen mustered her courage and said, "I only wore it for a moment, and I took it off right away."

She took a step to go in, but the sales assistant grabbed her. "No, since you've tried it on, no other customer will want it. Everyone who comes to our store is either rich or powerful. Who would want clothes you've worn? You have to buy it, or you can't leave today!"

Qiao Zhen bit her lower lip tightly, her fingertips clenched. Faced with the sales assistant's rude attitude, she subconsciously tried to search for Chen Yan's figure, but after searching the store, she couldn't find her at all.

She vaguely guessed what was going on, but forced herself to walk into the fitting room.

The sales assistant outside was still mocking, "Who do you think you are? Don't you know where this is? How dare you just walk in like that?"

"Exactly! I hate vain women like that the most. Don't they know their own worth? Do they even deserve to be in a place like ours?"

“Miss Shen isn’t here, otherwise she would definitely feel like she’s lost all face.”

Qiao Zhen gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, changed her clothes, and went out of the fitting room.

The sales assistant impatiently snatched the clothes from her hands, then pointed to a spot and exclaimed, "Oh dear, it's snagged!"

Qiao Zhen quickly went over and said, "It was fine when I first took it off."

"Look for yourself!" The sales assistant pointed the dress in front of Qiao Zhen, and there was a scratch on the silk fabric, and it was indeed frayed.

Qiao Zhen was sure she was very careful when trying on the clothes, so how could she have scratched them?

"Miss, even if you can't afford it, you can't take it out on our clothes! Now that the clothes are in this state, if you don't buy them, we'll have to call the police or find the mall manager to handle this!"

Qiao Zhen's face turned pale. Just as she was about to speak, a sharp voice rang out from behind her, "I'll buy these clothes."