25: Spending a fortune (a lengthy chapter of 3,000 words)

Yang Li didn't miss a single chance to tease. She immediately turned around with a serious face. "Brother Wang Chen, since you know how delicate and soft our Qing Qing is, could you exercise a little self-control next time? Consider the endurance of your allies next door!" After speaking, she pointed meaningfully at her dark circles, which were comparable to a panda's.

Wang Chen felt his face flush with embarrassment, while Qin Qing was so ashamed she buried her face in his chest, her small fists lightly thumping his chest. "It's all your fault..."

Song Shiyin smiled and quickly smoothed things over. "Alright, Lili, stop teasing them. Come over and try some of Jiangcheng's specialty pastries. They're sweet but not greasy, perfect for replenishing your energy."

While chatting with Song Shiyin, Wang Chen secretly fed Qin Qing a piece of "imported" pastry.

Yang Li, meanwhile, was secretly filming a video and even added some goofy narration.

"Family, this is a massive 'single dog' torture scene! Reporting live, this is your victim, Ms. Yang Li!"

She also muttered to herself, "Sigh, it looks like I'll have to prepare noise-canceling headphones to survive tonight..."

By the time they stepped off the cruise boat, the city lights were already beginning to shine.

Looking at the group who still seemed to want more, Song Shiyin suggested, "I know a night market food stall nearby. The food is very authentic and the atmosphere is lively. Do you want to experience the genuine Jiangcheng nightlife?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Li was the first to raise her hand in agreement. She desperately needed delicious food to comfort her "ravaged" soul and body.

Qin Qing also looked at Wang Chen expectantly, and Wang Chen naturally had no objections.

The food stalls were bustling with people and filled with the aroma of cooking. The four of them found a relatively quiet corner to sit down, and Song Shiyin skillfully ordered a large amount of skewers, crayfish, and specialty stir-fry dishes.

While waiting for the food, Yang Li stared at the menu, her eyes darting around. She shouted loudly to the boss, "Boss, add another dozen garlic oysters! And five skewers of grilled kidneys—make them big! We need to supplement the only man at this table!"

As soon as she said this, the tea Wang Chen had just sipped almost sprayed out. It caused people at neighboring tables to look over, and many men accompanied by female partners even cast him a "Brother, take care" look.

Qin Qing was so embarrassed she pinched Yang Li's thigh hard under the table. Song Shiyin lowered her head and giggled, her shoulders shaking; she was clearly amused by Yang Li's outrageous antics.

Wang Chen gave Yang Li a helpless glare. This girl really loved making a scene.

Yang Li returned a look that said, "I get it, you're exhausted."

When the skewers arrived, the four of them began to eat heartily.

Yang Li turned into a voracious eater, eating without any regard for her image, as if she wanted to replenish all the "spiritual energy" she had consumed the night before.

Qin Qing ate in small bites, occasionally being fed a piece of peeled crayfish meat by Wang Chen, her heart full of sweetness.

Song Shiyin watched them with a smile in her eyes and gradually relaxed, sharing some interesting anecdotes about the Jiangcheng night market.

After they had their fill of food and drink, Song Shiyin rushed to pay the bill. When she returned, she said to the three of them, "If you don't have any plans for tomorrow, I know a few good shopping centers I can take you to."

Wang Chen thought it would be a good time to buy some things for Qin Qing, so he agreed.

"Sure, then we'll have to trouble Miss Song."

Upon returning to the hotel, Yang Li immediately began her "god-tier play."

On the pretext of it being "convenient to take care of her," and despite Qin Qing's protests, she dragged Qin Qing's suitcase and some daily toiletries out of their room and stuffed them directly into Wang Chen's suite.

"Qing Qing is officially handed over to you, Brother Wang Chen! Take good care of our baby Qing Qing!"

After Yang Li finished speaking, she winked at Wang Chen. Her meaning was self-evident—please be a bit "quiet" tonight!

Closing the door, Wang Chen looked at the blushing Qin Qing, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He remembered the bag forgotten in the living room the night before, and his curiosity and a certain unspeakable expectation were instantly piqued.

"Qing Qing," he put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "The bag you were carrying last night must be the battle robe Yang Li prepared for you, right? I haven't seen it with my own eyes yet. Quick, put it on and show your husband."

Qin Qing's face instantly turned bright red, even her earlobes flushing pink. She thumped him bashfully, "You're annoying!"

But under Wang Chen's encouraging and seductive gaze, she still hesitantly picked up the bag and ducked into the bathroom.

Wang Chen leaned back against the headboard in high spirits, his internal anticipation reaching its peak.

After half an hour, the bathroom door was pushed open just a crack, and Qin Qing's voice, as faint as a mosquito's hum, drifted out. "Hu... Hubby... can you turn off the light..."

"How can I see clearly if the light is off?" Wang Chen refused righteously. He stood up, walked to the bathroom door, and encouraged her softly.

"Be good, come out and let me see. I promise, I'll just look."

Under his persistent coaxing, the bathroom door was finally slowly pulled open.

Qin Qing stood at the door, wearing a purple silk camisole nightgown that was nearly transparent.

Under the soft light, the silk fabric shimmered with a delicate luster. The nearly transparent texture hazily outlined her exquisite curves, while the lace trim at the chest added more temptation. The backless design boldly displayed Qin Qing's tender, white back.

She held her hands nervously in front of her, her cheeks flushed like wine, and her eyes darted away. That pure yet seductive look dealt a massive visual critical hit to Wang Chen!

"Gulp!!!" Wang Chen subconsciously swallowed, his gaze instantly becoming burning hot.

The power of this "battle robe" truly lived up to its reputation!

"Qing Qing, you're so beautiful!" His voice was husky as he approached her step by step.

Qin Qing felt her whole body go weak under his burning gaze. She subconsciously wanted to retreat but was pulled into his arms by Wang Chen.

What followed happened as naturally as water flowing into a channel.

Poor Yang Li, in the room next door, had just put on the noise-canceling headphones she had been longing for to enjoy a quiet night when that familiar, rhythmic "noise" once again stubbornly penetrated all her "defenses."

She desperately took off the noise-canceling headphones and stared blankly at the ceiling. "Help!!!"

The next morning, close to ten o'clock, the four of them finally gathered in the hotel lobby. Wang Chen was in high spirits. Although Qin Qing looked radiant after a night of "rest," the laziness in her eyes and her occasional subtle, unnatural movements still gave away a lot.

Yang Li still had her signature panda eyes, her lips pouted in a look of displeasure.

Only Song Shiyin remained perfectly made-up and well-mannered, though when she looked at Wang Chen and Qin Qing, the hint of nostalgia and loneliness in her eyes became even more apparent.

The group drove to Jiangcheng's most high-end shopping center—the IFC. Wang Chen's goal today was clear: an extravagant shopping spree!

Under Song Shiyin's guidance, Wang Chen took Qin Qing straight to the Chanel counter and picked out several new seasonal dresses, bags, and shoes for her to try on.

When Qin Qing stepped out of the fitting room, the light pink dress made her skin look snowy white, and the waistline was perfectly tailored.

A flash of amazement crossed Wang Chen's eyes. Before she could even look in the mirror, he signaled to the sales assistant, "This whole row, in her size, wrap them all up."

Qin Qing quietly flipped over a price tag. Seeing the staggering price, she waved her hands repeatedly. "Brother Chen, this is too much! It's too expensive!"

"It's not much; you deserve it." Wang Chen waved his hand and swiped his card directly. The sales assistant's smile almost reached her ears as she took the card with both hands and efficiently processed the order.

Next, they went to the nearby Dior and bought a large amount of cosmetics and skincare products. Of course, Yang Li got her share too.

When they carried their bags to the Cartier jewelry counter, Wang Chen immediately took a fancy to a diamond-encrusted solid gold bracelet. He put it directly on Qin Qing's wrist; indeed, it suited her well.

Yang Li's eyes widened as she watched from the side. Although Wang Chen had also bought her many things, compared to Qin Qing's "official wife" treatment, it was still like comparing a small witch to a great one.

However, she was also satisfied, clutching her newly acquired LV bag lovingly.

Even Song Shiyin was not overlooked by Wang Chen. In a high-end custom clothing store, he chose an elegant and sophisticated cream-white suit that he felt perfectly matched Song Shiyin's temperament. Despite her refusals, he bought it and gave it to her.

"Mr. Wang, this is too expensive, I can't accept it!" Song Shiyin felt a bit embarrassed.

"It's just a small token to thank Miss Song for your company and guidance these past two days." Wang Chen smiled. "Besides, you will definitely look great in this."

Song Shiyin couldn't refuse any longer and had to accept it, her impression of Wang Chen improving even more.

Wang Chen, leading three beautiful women of different styles and spending money like water in the luxury area, naturally attracted countless gazes. Some were envious, some were jealous, and some were secretly taking photos to post on social media.

"Holy crap, which family's rich kid is that? Shopping with three beauties, I'm dying of envy!"

"See that? That's what a rich person looks like! Buying things as if they were groceries!"

"The guy in the middle is so handsome! Rich, handsome, and so generous! I'm in love!"

The surrounding whispers continued, but Wang Chen acted as if he hadn't heard, calmly swiping his card and packing up his purchases.

Roughly calculated, he had already spent seven or eight hundred thousand this morning.

Just as they were about to leave a jewelry store, a somewhat discordant voice rang out.

"Shiyin? What a coincidence, you're here shopping too?"

Everyone turned around to see a young man wearing a designer suit, a Patek Philippe on his wrist, and an American crew cut. He walked over with a surprised expression, his eyes staring intently at Song Shiyin. He was followed by two men who looked like lackeys.

When Song Shiyin saw the newcomer, her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and her face took on a cold, distant expression.

"Mr. Zhao, hello."

This Mr. Zhao seemed not to see Wang Chen and the others around Song Shiyin, or rather, he ignored them directly. He stepped closer, his tone carrying a hint of intimacy.

"Shiyin, my father is hosting a cocktail party tomorrow. Many of Jiangcheng's elites will be there. Give me some face and be my date? You should move on."

Song Shiyin's face turned pale for a moment. She took half a step back to increase the distance, her tone full of detachment.

"Mr. Zhao, thank you for your kindness, but I'm busy, and we are not a good fit."