Chapter 99: The Nature of Women
[Da Maimai]: Wifey, I’m home. When will you come back?
[Wife]: I don’t know.
[Da Maimai]: Are you in a meeting?
[Wife]: I’m shopping with your mother.
【Da Maimai】：!!!!!!
Cheng Che put his phone away and continued to follow with his bags, shopping from two in the afternoon to seven in the evening without stopping.
For the first time, he learned that bags come in various styles: flap bags, tote bags, baguette bags, envelope bags, bucket bags... and that they are differentiated by leather, patent leather, nylon, etc. It was also the first time he learned that high heels come in various styles: peep-toe, pointed-toe, brogue, hollow, long-tube, etc. There are also various kinds of skirts and jewelry, which are more complicated than Lizmai's piano sheet music.
All the stores he visited that afternoon were high-end couture stores. Although there was a special rest area for men, Cheng Che did not dare to sit down. He only dared to drink water. After drinking, he immediately stood by and waited for Li Qing to ask questions, such as what the color was like and whether it would match the pair of shoes he had just worn.
A group of models were changing clothes back and forth for the show. Li Qing sat on the sofa, pointing at a blue dress on a model, looked up at Cheng Che, and asked him to comment.
Cheng Che: "...Beautiful."
Isn’t this skirt exactly the same as the previous one? Cheng Che didn’t dare to say what was in his mind.
Li Qing pointed at the white one and asked Cheng Che to comment on it. Cheng Che felt that he was not so nervous even when he was taking the college entrance examination. He felt even more helpless than when he went into the examination room without any preparation.
Cheng Che: "...It looks good too."
Li Qing said calmly, "Are these the only two words you can say?"
Cheng Che tried hard to enrich his poor language, "It can match the pair of shoes just now...it looks very nice."
"are you sure."
"...maybe a little short? Would it be okay with those black shoes..."
Cheng Che never thought of Li Zimai in this way.
Li Qing stared at Cheng Che from beginning to end, obviously questioning his aesthetic taste. Cheng Che followed her gaze and glanced at himself. He was extremely glad that he had changed into the same clothes as Li Zimai before going out, and did not wear his dark draftsman clothes.
When that gaze finally moved away, Cheng Che breathed a sigh of relief. The phone in his bag kept vibrating, but he didn't dare to look at it. He was even more nervous than the first time he went to the studio to see Teacher Zuo.
"Let's go to that store and buy some for Zimai."
Cheng Che thought that he would feel better when he went to the men's clothing store, but it didn't. Instead, he felt even more tired. Li Qing asked him to try on clothes for an hour without stopping. After that, Li Zimai told him his size and asked him to exercise more, saying that he was so thin that he looked like he had not eaten enough.
On the fifteenth outfit, Cheng Che forced himself out of the fitting room despite his sore feet. He turned 360 degrees and made the same comment: "It doesn't stick."
Good clothes are those that don't prick your skin.
The salesperson suppressed her laughter and praised, "This one looks good too. Your son is a good-looking man, so he looks good in anything."
Cheng Che lowered his head in embarrassment, not sure whether he was embarrassed by being called "son" or by being stared at by the shopping guides and male models.
Li Qing, who had been sitting on the sofa drinking tea, stood up for a rare moment, walked to Cheng Che, looked him over, patted Cheng Che's shoulder and asked him to lower his head, then slowly turned up Cheng Che's collar.
She smelled of a fresh and elegant perfume, and even her hair was delicate and smooth. She was completely different from Cheng Che's mother, but they both would straighten Cheng Che's collar. The difference was that Cheng Che didn't need to bow his head at that time.
"Okay, let's go back."
Cheng Che hid in the fitting room as if escaping and wiped his sore eyes.
After coming out, there were two older men in the store, helping Cheng Che carry his shopping bags. Li Qing walked in front and called him, "Why are you walking so far? Come over to me."
Cheng Che hurried to catch up. Li Qing suddenly grabbed his hand. Cheng Che almost dodged it reflexively. Li Qing frowned and said, "I'm tired and want to hold Zimai's hand. Don't you know?"
Cheng Che said "Oh" and silently clenched his other hand into a fist in his trouser pocket. His mother used to like to hold him like this.
While in the car, Li Qing received a call and turned on the hands-free mode. Li Zimai's voice came out: "Are you done shopping? Can you give my Che Che back to me?"
Li Qing said meaningfully, "Your Cheche is even more boring than you."
"No one can talk to you while shopping. Do you think Dad and Brother dare to accept your invitation now?"
"Okay, I don't want to talk to you."
"Then I won't bother you anymore. Please tell Cheche that I'm waiting for him at the gate of the community."
Cheng Che didn't dare look at Li Qing. He lowered his head and pulled at the barb on his finger. Li Qing stopped him and ordered, "Come back with Zimai for dinner on Saturday night."
"...OK."
Before getting off the car, Cheng Che, carrying several shopping bags, bowed to Li Qing and said sincerely, "Goodbye, Auntie."
As a result, Li Qing's attitude became even worse. She asked the driver to drive away without even looking at Cheng Che. Cheng Che was extremely depressed.
"Hey, look how tired our baby is."
Li Zimai ran over to help Cheng Che with the bag. Cheng Che, as if he had just finished a naked exam, released all his strength and clung to Li Zimai's shoulders, saying weakly, "I can't walk anymore."
Li Zimai hooked his legs and carried him on his back, shopping bags in hand, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Brother Che also has times when he can't hold on."
"Li Zimai, it's a good thing you're a boy."
Cheng Che sighed, "If I were to marry a wife who wandered around like this every day, I wouldn't want to live anymore."
"You know how difficult my father's life was when he was young. I suspect he agreed to let my mother have me just to divert her attention."
"So that's how it is. You're so pitiful."
"Oh, you'll get used to it."
When he got home, Cheng Che had no strength left and asked Li Zimai to help him change his shoes and clothes. He also had to soak his feet before taking a shower. The health-preserving foot bath at home finally came in handy.
When the soles of his feet touched the hot water, Cheng Che's whole body softened. He sprawled out on the sofa, enjoying Li Zimai's foot massage service, and sighed, "Why do you have people specially delivering clothes to you, while Auntie has to go shopping on her own?"
"This is a woman's nature. It's like treasure hunting. You're looking for the process, understand?"
"don't know."
"Straight man" Cheng Che will never understand women's nature.
"Next time your mother calls you, tell me immediately."
Cheng Che sat up, resting his elbows on his thighs, and refused, "No, I can handle it myself."
Li Zimai smiled and said, "Then grandma asked you to play mahjong, can you handle it yourself?"
Cheng Che's face fell, he pinched his ear, and said angrily: "I finally know where you got this mouth."
Li Zimai said rather proudly, "After being caught between two women for so many years, I must learn a way to escape."
"Li Shen is still the best."
Cheng Che placed his foot on his thigh and continued, "But I can handle it myself. I won't bother the busy Li Shen anymore."
"What's the trouble? Just use your husband when you need him. Don't be polite."
Li Zimai is preparing to open a studio and is busy working on projects with the dean all day long. Although Cheng Che wants to help Li Zimai, he really can't handle the messy registration matters.
He rubbed his feet dry, then directed Li Zimai to get a new basin of water. He squatted in front of Li Zimai and gave him a foot soak and massage, saying, "God Li, take a rest. Little Chezi will serve you."
Li Zimai sat there like an old man, directing him where to press. "Hasn't Xiao Che eaten? You don't have any strength at all... Ouch, it hurts! Go gentle! You're murdering your husband."
Cheng Che splashed foot washing water on his face and warned him, "Don't get cocky. I didn't punish you because you've been busy lately."
Li Zimai, smiling, supported his armpits and brought him to sit next to him. He leaned on his shoulder and asked, "Wife, what should we call our studio? Is Cherry okay?"
Cheng Che patted his forehead and said, "Please, Master Li, raise your status."
"Where is the lack of style? There is no Cherry Architectural Design Office in China. It is absolutely unique."
"People would think you were building a cherry factory."
"Hey, this name is not bad, Cherry Factory, isn't it cool?"
Cheng Che rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him.
Li Zimai put his arm around his waist, rubbing against him and then moving his hands inside. Cheng Che restrained his hands and said, "Don't touch me. I don't want to fuck you today."
He didn't want Li Zimai to be exhausted for several days and finally have to rest early before he had to pay his dues, and then become impotent and suffer from premature ejaculation, which would be a waste of time.
"I haven't tried to conceive with you this week yet. If you don't try harder, your ancestors will be dissatisfied."
Cheng Che stood up, pushed his forehead away, and refused seriously: "I said I don't want to whore you, so don't come over, it's cheap."
Li Zimai grabbed his hand and shamelessly said, "Can I let you do it for free?"
"Can't."
Seeing him wiping his feet impatiently, Cheng Che quickly ran to the entrance and changed the subject, "Auntie bought you a lot of clothes today, do you want to try them on? I chose some of them."
Li Zimai ran over barefoot and hugged him, breathing warm air into his neck. "Let's try tomorrow. Today, let's try my wife first."
"...Lizimai, please don't..."
Cheng Che covered his mouth and said, "I'm tired and don't want to do it."
Li Zimai immediately let go of him, squatted down, looked through the shopping bags, and asked in confusion, "Are you buying all these for me?"
Cheng Che nodded.
After they took out the things one by one, Li Zimai gestured for a long time before saying with a smile: "I won't wear such small clothes."
"How is it small? I clearly bought a large size!"
Cheng Che thought he had taken the wrong one and was about to exchange it, but Li Zimai picked him up and carried him into the room, saying as he walked, "It seems my mother is very satisfied with her daughter-in-law. She even took him shopping to buy him new clothes."
Cheng Che blushed immediately and whispered, "She even held my hand."
"What?!" Li Zimai pretended to be angry, "She actually dared to touch my wife when I was not around!"
"Li Zimai! You are so boring!"
"You cheated on me and you still dare to scold me?"
"Since you said that, I won't give you a bad name."
"You dare!"
"Do you think I dare?"
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