Luo Wenyuan drove Qingshan to the Times Square Shopping Center in Hong Kong Island and took her to buy several sets of jewelry, which made the beautiful store clerks envy them.

Qingshan had never had his ears pierced in his two lifetimes and was not used to wearing rings. In his previous life, he finally found a bracelet that caught his eye, but he was reborn just a few hours after wearing it.

In this life, she was so focused on studying medicine and managing her space that she had never thought about buying herself any jewelry. Besides, she had a beautiful azure bracelet on her wrist. Although others couldn't see it, she could see and touch it, so she didn't feel that she was plain.

There is no woman who doesn't love jewelry, and Qingshan is no exception. However, Qingshan pays more attention to the special meaning that people and things give to jewelry. She likes the jewelry that Luo Wenyuan bought for her today, but she feels that none of them are as pleasing as the jade bamboo hairpin.

Luo Wenyuan, carrying seven or eight shopping bags, insisted on going to the jade store to choose a bracelet for Qingshan. He felt that Qingshan had a pure and elegant temperament, like Lan Sixin, and a jade bracelet would be the most suitable for her.

Qingshan grabbed Luo Wenyuan, his face full of disapproval: "Colonel Luo, how much is your monthly allowance? You're going on such a shopping spree, aren't you afraid of being investigated by the disciplinary committee?"

"Qilin's missions are so dangerous, our allowances can't be fixed by rigid rules. Don't worry, my allowance is more than enough to support you. I'm spending my own money, so disciplinary inspections are a big deal!"

Seeing that he was being arrogant again, Qingshan grinned and tiptoed to touch his head. Luo Wenyuan quickly lowered his head and let Qingshan stroke his fur.

"Even if you have money, you can't spend it like this! I have enough jewelry. We'll have a long-lasting relationship in the future, so I can buy more slowly. Do I have to buy everything in one day?"

Luo Wenyuan's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly: "That's right, forever!" Hehe, the little bastard finally said something that sounded good.

Qingshan thought of Luo Wenyuan's small suitcase and guessed that he didn't bring many changes of clothes with him when he came to Hong Kong Island. He would have to stay there for a few days before he could go back, so he took him to the clothing store to have a look.

Qingshan had noticed Luo Wenyuan's clothes and found that he liked G's men's clothing, so he went all the way to the G store. Luo Wenyuan was too bothered by carrying seven or eight bags, so he went to the parking lot to lock his things in the car, and Qingshan went into the store by himself.

In order to make it easier for shopping today, Qingshan wore an ordinary sportswear and tied her hair into a ponytail, looking young and lively. However, in the eyes of some people, she looked just poor.

A heavily made-up female clerk in her twenties ignored Qingshan when he came in, continuing to text with her boyfriend. Another younger, slightly plump clerk came over enthusiastically and asked Qingshan if he needed any help.

Qingshan glanced at the slightly plump shop assistant's name tag, which read "Shop Assistant Xiaowen." Qingshan smiled at Xiaowen and said, "I want to pick out some clothes for my boyfriend, both formal and casual."

After hearing Qingshan's words, the chubby girl's smile became even warmer, and she took Qingshan to the shelf.

The heavily made-up female clerk sneered and said sarcastically:

"Oh, those northern girls like to try on clothes in big-name stores like ours, then say they don't like them and don't buy anything. Then they go back and buy high-end imitations of the same style. What poor bastards..." Northern girls are the name some Hong Kong people call mainland girls, which is discriminatory. Qingshan spoke Mandarin when she entered the store, so the clerk naturally guessed that she was from the mainland.

It was unclear whether she was talking to herself or deliberately saying it for Qingshan to hear. There were no other customers in the store, and the female clerk's voice was quite loud. Xiaowen gave Qingshan an apologetic look, and Qingshan smiled, indicating that she didn't need to worry about it.

As the old saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha. If someone looks down upon you by someone who only respects clothes and not people, Qingshan has plenty of ways to slap her in the face.

Qingshan took one look at the style of the clothes and could imagine in his mind the effect of Luo Wenyuan wearing them. He nodded and said that Luo Wenyuan had a good figure and could handle any style.