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Chapter 988 - 707 Amitabha (Thank you, guild leader!)_2

Chapter 988: 707 Amitabha (Thank you, guild leader!)_2

If you ask any person from Shenzhou, you’ll definitely get a unanimous answer: the beauty of the cheongsam is timeless and sophisticated, unlike Lolita or JK styles. Yet, you don’t see many people wearing them on the streets.

It’s not suitable for frequent outings for one, and more importantly, the cheongsam places quite demanding requirements on the wearer’s figure. First, one needs to be tall, not too skinny as those who are too thin can’t carry the desired aura, and of course, you can’t be overweight, or it would ruin the elegance.

Jiang Chen’s gaze couldn’t help but shift from the cheongsam hanging in the cabinet to the young Taoist nun beside him.

The rigorous body requirements posed no issue for Tanli Liuli, and Jiang Chen could almost imagine how stunning she would look if she traded her Taoist robe for a cheongsam.

However, as beautiful as the imagination was, it couldn’t be realized.

Not to mention whether Tanli Liuli herself would want to, but buying her a cheongsam and then facing Lan Peizhi upon return?

Lan Peizhi wasn’t the kind to subscribe to the adage "a gentleman uses his mouth and not his fists."

Having dealt with Haojiang before, he didn’t want to experience it a second time.

"Let’s pick something more everyday."

"Okay."

The saleslady felt a bit regretful; she too wanted to see how beautiful the Taoist nun would look in a cheongsam, but she couldn’t force a client’s hand.

Eventually, Jiang Chen opted for a knitted sweater and jeans, a steadfast choice, though he subjectively chose high-waisted jeans.

"Try these on."

Tanli Liuli silently followed the saleslady toward the fitting rooms.

Jiang Chen waited patiently.

"Bro, nicely done."

At that moment, a young man approached, presumably also shopping for clothes with his partner, speaking in a heavy Capital City accent,

He offered a cigarette.

"Thanks, but I don’t smoke."

Jiang Chen politely declined.

The handsome young man didn’t insist and pocketed his cigarette case, clearly someone flush with cash.

After all, those who shop here aren’t the ones to fret over daily expenses.

"Bro, is she your girlfriend?"

He inquired.

With a stranger, there was no need for detailed explanation, so Jiang Chen avoided the hassle with a non-committal "Hmm."

Seeing this, the young man’s gaze towards him gained a mix of respect and awe.

"Damn cool!"

He commented once more, showing a thumbs up.

Jiang Chen kept his composure, perhaps influenced by spending time with Tanli Liuli; he also seemed to talk less, especially since there was no need for enthusiasm with a stranger.

"Bro, how long have you two been together?"

But the other party was quite chatty.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering, bro, your girlfriend is really beautiful."

He sincerely praised, and added, "She’s more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen, honestly."

As his words landed, noises came from the fitting room.

A seductively classy woman stepped out in a black sheer evening dress, the meticulous high-end design slightly revealing her creamy shoulders, stirring the heart.

"Does it look good?"

She awaited the handsome young man’s opinion expectantly.

"Yeah."

The young man took a quick glance and responded curtly, rather dismissively.

It was hard not to admit that his companion was quite attractive, with a strong feminine allure that most men would find enticing. But as the saying goes—people tend to take for granted what they have,

"How does it go again?"

"The grass is always greener on the other side."

Crude expression, but profound truth.

The two clearly weren’t married; whether they were lovers or something else, Jiang Chen couldn’t quite tell at that moment.

"Miss Yan, this dress suits you perfectly, it will definitely make you shine at any event."

Attending an event?

So she’s a public figure?

But after taking another look, Jiang Chen truly didn’t recognize her, and why would he? He paid little attention to the entertainment industry, knowing only a few top-tier celebrities.

His guess was that even if she were a celebrity, her fame wasn’t significant—probably a third or fourth-tier.

But still, bringing a third or fourth-tier celebrity for a shopping trip wasn’t something just anyone could manage.

Miss Yan seemed quite pleased with the semi-revealing haute couture dress, checking herself out in the mirror before deciding, "I’ll take this one."

The young and dashing guy effortlessly pulled out his wallet, then from a stack of cards, produced one, and handed it to the saleslady.

Capital City, truly the heart of Shenzhou, where wealthy young masters were in no short supply.

Miss Yan returned to the fitting room to change.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

Jiang Chen asked.

A distinctly handsome young man smirked meaningfully, "My friend."

Jiang Chen caught on instantly and replied humorously, "And quite a beauty."

Upon hearing this, the other man looked at him in surprise.

"...Dude, don’t you know her? She’s Yan Xiangyi."

Jiang Chen didn’t respond,

not thinking Jiang Chen was ignorant, the handsome young man felt a bit awkward but then added, "She starred in ’Empress Wu’."

Little did he know, Jiang Chen hadn’t even heard of the TV show "Empress Wu", let alone the name Yan Xiangyi.

It was evident, the woman they were discussing was indeed a celebrity.

"Oh."

Even though he didn’t recognize her, good manners were necessary, so Jiang Chen feigned realization.

Seeing that he had caught on, the handsome young man smiled, calm and composed, then suddenly lowered his voice and leaned closer.

"Buddy, let’s make a deal?"

"I introduce her to you, you introduce your lady to me."

Jiang Chen was silent upon hearing this.

He understood the implication well.

He had heard that some wealthy people, especially the young heirs, had very liberal private lives. It certainly seemed to be true.

Never having to worry about trivial daily necessities, these heirs obviously needed different ways to pass their uneventful lives.

Of course.

Everyone has the right to choose their lifestyle, and Jiang Chen never saw himself as a moral guardian and wasn’t one to point fingers.

The police didn’t intervene, who was he to judge.

"Sorry, I’m not into that,"

The handsome young man seemed a bit disappointed, sighed, but didn’t insist.

These things after all required mutual consent and not all rich heirs liked to push people around.

And you could tell a lot about a man by the company he kept.

Keeping such an exquisite woman by one’s side would mean he’s not simple.

The handsome young man calmed down.

Both waited together.

But no matter how long they waited for Miss Yan, Liu Li did not appear.

Changing clothes shouldn’t take this long, right?

Could she not know how to put them on?

It wasn’t high-tech like the gadgets at Spring and Autumn Plaza’s bathroom, so surely it wasn’t a matter of not knowing how to operate.

"My darling, let’s go."

Miss Yan came over, hooking her arm with the handsome young man’s, who then said, "Wait a second."

Wait?

Wait for what?

Jiang Chen wondered if Liu Li had encountered some issue inside and asked a store assistant to check.

The store assistant walked to the dressing room door and gently knocked.

"Miss, are you done?"

Inside the dressing room.

Liu Li who was already dressed looked at herself in her new outfit, her divine yet perplexed face reflected in the mirror.

The Daoist robe was neatly placed on the chair in the dressing room.

"Miss?"

The knock sounded again.

"I’m ready."

She responded and immediately unlocked the door.

"Click."

The dressing room door opened, and a modern-styled woman stepped out.

Jiang Chen and the young man beside him unconsciously shifted their gaze towards her.

A warm yellow loose-knit sweater.

High-waist jeans not only accentuated her slim, perfect legs but also had a lifting effect on her buttocks,

She had probably worn the slippers provided in the dressing room for convenience, revealing her delicately shaped toes.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, smooth as satin, shimmering enchantingly under the light.

Seeing her, even Jiang Chen, who had been described as having a high standard for beauty, couldn’t help but his heart skipped a beat.

The whole store seemed to go quiet.

"Amitabha."

Murmurs from the handsome guy at his side.