253: Chapter 253 Devil! Die, you bastard!

Jiang Ye looked at her “guilty conscience” expression and then glanced at the system notification bar in his mind.

Strange, the money had clearly been spent, so why hadn't the cashback notification popped up yet?

Could it be... that the gift had to be genuinely delivered into his hands, and personally “received” by him, for the “gifting” process to be considered complete?

“Wanxing, this...”

Jiang Ye blinked, pretending to be “curious” as he looked at the shopping bag Lin Wanxing clutched tightly, extending his large hand forward:

“Is this the gift you want to give me? I can't wait to put it on right away and feel your thoughtfulness!”

“...”

Lin Wanxing looked at his outstretched hand, and the ominous premonition in her heart surged again like a tide, stronger than ever before.

She almost instinctively hid the bag further behind her, and under the dual pressure of Zhao Yumei and Sun Na's gazes, she nodded with difficulty:

“It's... it's for you. But...”

She cleared her throat, feigning composure, and found a reasonable excuse:

“You... aren't you wearing the new coat Ye Qinghan bought? This one, I had the Sales Clerk pack it up nicely, so let's not bother unwrapping it, okay? We'll... we'll wear it next time.”

Jiang Ye's expression “froze” for a moment, then he revealed a bitter smile, his eyes dimming, and his voice dropping a few octaves:

“Wanxing... you really do care... you care about this outfit Ye Qinghan bought for me, don't you?”

After speaking, as if to prove his “innocence” and his appreciation for Lin Wanxing's feelings, he unhesitatingly took off the alpaca wool coat worth eighty-nine thousand yuan and tossed it aside.

Immediately after, he reached out again, his gaze incredibly “sincere”:

“But it's okay! With what you bought for me, no matter how good or expensive Ye Qinghan's is, I don't want to wear it for another second! From now on, I'll only wear clothes bought by you, Lin Wanxing! Let me try it on quickly!”

This declaration of “loyalty” immediately softened Zhao Yumei's expression, and she even showed a hint of a satisfied smile.

It seems that although her son-in-law inevitably has to play along outside, what he values most in his heart is still her daughter!

Men, it's normal to have some social engagements outside and encounter a few women who throw themselves at them. As long as they can distinguish between inside and outside, and know who the true owner is, like he does now, then it's fine!

She saw Lin Wanxing still hesitantly hiding the bag behind her, and rolled her eyes impatiently, urging:

“Wanxing! Look, your son-in-law has said all this, what are you still being difficult about? Hurry up and take it out for him to try on and see if it fits!”

Then she turned to Jiang Ye, trying to smooth things over for her daughter: “Xiao Jiang, don't take it to heart. It's understandable that Wanxing has a little knot in her heart. The scene in the store just now... sigh... girls are thin-skinned, so it's normal for her to feel uncomfortable. It's alright, Auntie will talk to her later. She just cares about you too much.”

Lin Wanxing looked at Jiang Ye's outstretched hand, then at the “don't be ignorant” expression on her mother's face... It seemed that this bag couldn't be saved today no matter what.

She gritted her teeth, holding onto the last hope of “as long as I'm careful when he tries it on and don't let the tags fall off,” and reluctantly, slowly handed over the shopping bag, frantically praying in her heart:

“Be careful! Be careful with the tags! Don't damage them!”

Unfortunately, God clearly didn't convey her prayers to Jiang Ye, who had been blacklisted long ago for swearing eight hundred poisonous oaths a day.

The moment her fingers released the bag, Jiang Ye reached in directly and grabbed the soft jacket.

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Ding! Detected host received a voluntary gift from Lin Wanxing: one Chanel casual suit jacket. System estimated value: 48,000 yuan, triggered 1000% cashback, obtained 480,000 yuan!”

The next second, under Lin Wanxing's terrified gaze—

“Rip—”

“Snap! Snap!”

All the hang tags, price tags, and the plastic buckle symbolizing “intact, returnable, exchangeable” were ripped off in one go.

“Eh?! You... what are you doing?!”

Jiang Ye held up the jacket, which had instantly lost its “return eligibility,” deftly put it on, and nodded with satisfaction at his reflection in the mirror:

“Hmm! Wanxing, your taste is truly excellent! This color, this style, and the size fits perfectly. I love it so much!”

As he spoke, he neatly folded the coat he had just taken off, the one “Ye Qinghan” had bought, and stuffed it into the empty shopping bag.

“Eh? Wanxing, why aren't you saying anything? How is it? Am I handsome?”

“...”

Lin Wanxing looked at his incredibly “sunny” and “sincere” smiling face, then at the hang tags and labels on the floor that symbolized her hope of a refund. She felt dizzy, her vision blurring.

No... no returns... forty-eight thousand... a full forty-eight thousand yuan... just like that... just like that, given as a gift?!

She felt her breathing become difficult, her mind blank, with only one thought:

Kill this bastard!

Now! Immediately! Right now!

Jiang Ye looked at her expression, as if the sky had fallen, and his smile grew even gentler, his tone full of doting affection:

“Wanxing, thank you, I love this gift very much. Shall we go and look around elsewhere? See if you and Auntie and the others like anything?”

At these words, Zhao Yumei and Sun Na's eyes instantly lit up.

Zhao Yumei's heart blossomed with joy, almost slapping her thigh in excitement.

Look! Look!

This is what you call return on investment!

They had only spent fifty thousand, and her son-in-law had already offered to buy things for their whole family!

This was not a loss! A huge profit!

She quickly nodded, the wrinkles on her face forming into a chrysanthemum of smiles: “Yes, yes, yes! Let's go shopping again! We absolutely must! Wanxing was just secretly telling me that she still wanted to look at pants, belts, leather shoes, and such for you, saying she wanted to get you a whole outfit! Perfect, let's look together!”

Jiang Ye was stunned when he heard this.

Holy crap?! More?! Is it New Year's?!

He abruptly turned to Lin Wanxing, who had already checked out, his tone full of surprise and emotion:

“Really? Wanxing! You're actually still thinking of buying me so much? You're too good to me! I... I'm so happy!”

“!!!”

Lin Wanxing looked at her mother and sister-in-law's eyes, like hungry wolves spotting a fat sheep, and then felt the aura of this man beside her, even more “excited” than both of them combined. A surge of anger rushed to her head!

Unbearable! No longer need to endure!

She suddenly reached out, using all her strength, and fiercely pinched a piece of soft flesh on Jiang Ye's waist, then... clockwise, 360°, death spin!

Jiang! Ye!

You devil! Die!

“Hiss—ow!!!”

An irrepressible cry of pain instantly echoed throughout the entire Chanel boutique.