Chapter 83 With Purpose

Mrs. Song was at Lee Garden Shopping Centre in Causeway Bay, not far from Pak Fuk Street where Lin Zhixian was. Lin Zhixian packed up and quickly arrived there.

"Ah Xian, here."

Lin Zhixian heard the voice and looked over, and saw Mrs. Song sitting on the sofa in a beige suit and a wide-brimmed straw hat adorned with a large peony flower. Her makeup was delicate, her face was plump, and she looked noble and elegant.

"Mrs. Song." Lin Zhixian walked over with a smile.

"You've come at the right time. Come over here and help me see which of these skirts is pretty?" Mrs. Song pointed at the skirts that the clerk had spread out in front of her: a blue fishtail skirt, a red deep V long skirt, and a white gauze skirt.

"Mrs. Song is going to attend the banquet?" Lin Zhixian asked.

"Yes." Mrs. Song smiled and said, "There will be a charity gala in a few days."

She only said that she wanted to attend the banquet, but did not say that she wanted to choose one of the three options. It was obvious that she just wanted to test Lin Zhixian's aesthetic taste.

"Each of the three skirts has its own merits, but if I have to choose, I'll choose the red one." Lin Zhixian pointed to the red deep V long skirt.

"Oh? You like red?" Mrs. Song raised her eyebrows.

Lin Zhixian smiled, "I like it. Red is so bright and beautiful. What's more, Mrs. Song, you have such fair skin and a great figure. It will definitely look bright and sexy when you wear it."

Mrs. Song couldn't help but laugh when she heard this: "I'm old."

Lin Zhixian was surprised: "Mrs. Song, are you very old? If we stand together, people will believe we are sisters. Don't you think so?"

Lin Zhixian was not exaggerating on purpose.

Doted on by her husband and not bullied by his mistress, Mrs. Song is a happy woman who takes good care of herself. At forty, she is as fair-skinned and beautiful as a young woman in her twenties, with even more charm of a mature woman. It is no exaggeration to say that she is peerlessly beautiful.

As far as skin care is concerned, Lin Zhixian still envies her.

I really hope she can maintain such good looks when she is forty.

Of course, she really likes the color red. It is so bright and flamboyant, and it is the favorite color for beautiful girls of her age.

The store manager was even sweeter than Lin Zhixian, "Mrs. Song is not old at all, she is younger than us. We always feel inferior when we stand in front of Mrs. Song."

"You two just know how to make people happy." Mrs. Song laughed.

Mrs. Song was so happy that she waved her hand and bought a lot of clothes, which made the shop assistants so happy that they could hardly stop smiling.

After visiting this store, Mrs. Song continued shopping and asked Lin Zhixian for his opinion several times. Lin Zhixian never let her down.

However, what surprised Mrs. Song the most was that Lin Zhixian accompanied her to visit all the luxury stores and never showed greed. He looked at those luxury goods in a very calm and composed manner. Even when he touched them, he did not tremble with fear, for fear that he would damage them and could not afford the compensation.

It was as if these luxury items were commonplace to her and not worth mentioning.

Could it be that these divine fortune tellers and sages regard matter as shit?

If Lin Zhixian knew about this, he would definitely refute it.

She is not that noble, she really likes money.

The reason why she did not pursue or admire famous brands was that she was born in the prosperous 21st century of her motherland. Before her death, Chinese people no longer praised the so-called luxury goods as much as before.

In his previous life, Lin Zhixian did not wear foreign luxury brands on a daily basis, but rather top domestic haute couture products, and the materials used were even more comfortable than those from foreign countries.

If she goes out shopping herself, she will not only choose luxury brands, but also those she likes.

As for now, well, she also likes the clothes in front of her very much. After all, the style and quality are very good, and she will definitely look beautiful in them. But there is nothing she can do about it. Who calls her poor?

So you still have to work hard to make money.

Lin Zhixian sighed in his heart while accompanying Mrs. Song.

"Ah Xian, do you like anything? Do you want to buy two?" Mrs. Song asked tentatively.

Lin Zhixian shrugged: "I would like to buy it, but I'm broke now and can't afford it, so forget it."

"Take a look and see if there is anything you like. I'll give it to you." Mrs. Song said with a smile.

Lin Zhixian waved his hand and refused: "No merit, no reward. I appreciate your kindness."

Don't take a few meters from others and then end up losing everything in return.

"But how can a woman go shopping without buying herself some clothes?" Mrs. Song said with a smile, "It's impossible for me to have my hands full while you have nothing, right? If so, I won't dare to ask you next time."

"What's the big deal? Although I didn't buy anything, I feasted my eyes on the things I saw." Lin Zhixian said with a smile, "Besides, when buying things, it's not just about how big your wallet is, it's also about whether you have a liking for the item."

As he was talking, Lin Zhixian looked up and saw a red gradient one-shoulder long veil with a big rose on the shoulder. It was so beautiful.

Mrs. Song also looked in the direction of her eyes. "This skirt is nice. Do you like it? If you like it, go and try it on."

"Okay." Lin Zhixian agreed happily, and went in with Mrs. Song to try on the skirt.

"It looks good." Mrs. Song praised: "It suits you very well."

Lin Zhixian turned around in front of the mirror and said, "I think so too."

Lin Zhixian asked about the price, and it was only over two thousand yuan. Compared with the luxury goods he had just seen, it was indeed very cheap.

Lin Zhixian was not reluctant to buy herself a skirt she liked, so she paid for it immediately.

After buying clothes, the two of them started looking at bags.

Mrs. Song asked, "Ah Xian, why don't you buy yourself a bag?"

Lin Zhixian glanced at the price tag and said, "They are beautiful, and the price is even more beautiful."

Mrs. Song couldn't help laughing: "Pick one and I'll give it to you."

“No need.” Lin Zhixian waved his hand.

"Yes." Mrs. Song held her hand and said, "You accompanied me shopping for half a day today. How can I not show any appreciation? You must choose one. If you don't choose one, then you are looking down on me and don't consider me a friend."

Seeing that Mrs. Song really wanted to give it as a gift, Lin Zhixian vaguely guessed her thoughts and said generously, "Then I will choose one."

She didn't choose the most expensive one, nor the cheapest one. She chose a moderately priced one that she liked.

"Ah Xian, I just like your personality." Mrs. Song was very satisfied.

Intelligent, and proud.

Unlike Lin Zhiya, who is capable but treats herself as a maid to be ordered around at will.

Mrs. Song was finally tired of shopping, so she went to a tea restaurant and asked for a private room. She sat down and took a sip of tea before looking at Lin Zhixian: "What you said the other day, that it's hard to guard against thieves in the house, wasn't it just referring to Xueli?"

Lin Zhixian raised his eyes and looked over the teacup at Mrs. Song. Her expression was indifferent, without any trace of the friendliness she had before, and instead she looked a little condescending.

She knew that she and Mrs. Song had only met once, and it was impossible for her to like her so much that she would ask her to go shopping together and give her such an expensive bag.

She had a purpose from the beginning, and this is just a big circle with her.

According to Lin Zhixian, it is unnecessary and a waste of time.