My Son-in-law Is A War God
Chapter 406

Chapter 406: 406

"My husband’s face is my face, isn’t it?"

Xiao Chen didn’t deny it, "My whole self belongs to you, right?"

"Only you can talk like that!"

Jiang Meng truly felt now that she was the luckiest and happiest Cinderella in the world.

From a sickly girl who nobody cherished, loved, or wanted.

To now become the darling of heaven, showered with love and affection from all.

And all of this was brought to her by her husband, Xiao Chen.

While enjoying these glories, more than once, Jiang Meng swore that she would love this man for the rest of her life.

This man who had pulled her out from hell.

"There’s still some time before the banquet, I will go out with Mu Xue to buy a few dresses.

We can’t disgrace our people back in Jiangnan here in the big Tianhai City," Jiang Meng said with a smile.

"I’ll accompany you," Xiao Chen said with a smile.

Nowadays, accompanying his wife shopping had become a kind of pleasure for him.

As Jiang Meng became richer and richer, the chances for him to spend money had become less and less.

Securing such an opportunity was indeed very worthwhile.

When they arrived at the biggest shopping street in Tianhai City, Xiao Chen’s phone rang.

Because it was an unavoidable call,

he could only let Jiang Meng, Xia Muxue and Ren Jing go ahead to shop for clothes,

while he stepped outside to make the call.

"Sis, the clothes here are so expensive!"

After visiting a few stores, Xia Muxue couldn’t hold back and stuck out her tongue.

The cheapest clothes here all cost over a thousand yuan.

The Xia family was well-off too, but she couldn’t bear to buy such clothes more than a few times a year.

It really was too dear.

But truth be told, they looked and felt superior.

Whether it was the design or the texture, everything was of great quality.

Completely incomparable to street stall goods.

Jiang Meng looked at Xia Muxue and remembered her own past.

In the months since she married Xiao Chen, she had bought more clothes than she had in the past years.

Xiao Chen really spoiled her to an utterly ridiculous degree.

"Hey, sis, look at this store. The prices seem reasonable. Some of them are affordable."

Finally, Xia Muxue did find a shop that was relatively inexpensive.

The prices of the clothes were in the hundreds of yuan.

Though for people from a small place, these prices weren’t exactly cheap either, in Tianhai City, this was not expensive at all.

If you wanted cheaper clothes, you’d better go bargain hunting on Pinduoduo.

"There’s no need to buy expensive evening gowns that will only be worn once or twice, let’s keep looking," Jiang Meng said.

Having experienced poor days before, Jiang Meng was very sensitive to spending money.

She couldn’t bear the thought of anything slightly expensive.

"Don’t touch if you’re not buying—once you touch it, you must take it with you!"

A sales associate perhaps heard what Jiang Meng had said, and spoke with some impatience: "Our clothes here are all high-end.

If you’re not buying, just have a look, but don’t touch!"

"How do you even talk to people? Even if you’re just a sales associate, and even if you were the manager, there’s no need to speak like that.

What kind of clothes are displayed that can’t be touched?

I can understand not allowing us to try them, but not even to touch them? Do I have a virus on my hands or something?"

Xia Muxue was displeased. She was hot-tempered and couldn’t stand such disrespect.

"I don’t know about a virus, but there is a poverty-stricken smell," the sales associate bluntly replied, smirking coldly: "I’ve seen plenty of your type, who can’t afford expensive clothes and just try on all sorts thinking of snapping photos to show off on social media, right?

You’d be better off working hard to earn more money in that spare time."

"Aren’t you just a sales associate, too? We’re all poor folks, is it necessary to behave like this?"

A nearby middle-aged woman couldn’t stand to listen any longer and interjected: "You can only tell the quality of the clothes by touching them.

Not everyone has discerning eyes."

"Looks like you’re no rich person either, don’t butt in,"

the sales associate glanced at the middle-aged woman and said coldly.

"I’m certainly not rich. I’m just a street sweeper, but I guess I can still afford the clothes here."

The lady was not happy.

"Birds of a feather flock together, as they say."

The salesperson said disdainfully, "I advise you, it’s not easy to work hard and earn a month’s salary.

The few pieces of clothing that we have discounted here are just a few hundred dollars.

The rest are priced around two to three thousand.

Spend a month’s wages on clothes?

Would you really be willing to do that?"

"Of course I would!"

The lady obviously took the bait and was about to buy the clothes but Jiang Meng stopped her, "Auntie, they don’t even let us touch the clothes here, who knows what the quality is like.

Let’s go check out other shops. For the same few thousand, we should buy something with confidence."

"That’s true, I almost got tricked."

The lady suddenly realized, "Your store hiring a salesperson like you really is a stroke of bad luck."

"Heh, our business is thriving."

The salesperson sneered, "Do you know why we don’t sell to you poor people?

If we did, wouldn’t it make us look low-class?

All the clothes in our store are imported from Italy.

It would be a waste to put them on you.

Oh, right, there are knock-offs on Pinduoduo. A piece is also a couple hundred, you can definitely afford that.

Wearing those would be quite alright."

"Are Italian imports supposed to impress me? I’ll take them all!"

Just then, a voice came from the doorway, carrying a hint of frostiness.

Unexpectedly, his wife ended up being looked down upon even in Tianhai City.

It seemed his wife was still too thrifty.

This was a habit that needed to change.

"Husband!"

Jiang Meng saw Xiao Chen and couldn’t help but show a wry smile.

"I’ve told you, my wife, not to worry about money. If not, even these haughty fools will mistake themselves for better than others."

As soon as Xiao Chen came in, he scolded Jiang Meng, "Our family isn’t without money. We can afford clothes that cost a few thousand.

There’s no need to be so thrifty.

Being thrifty is a good habit for others, but for you, it’s a bad habit.

If you’re going to wear something, wear the best. If you’re going to buy, buy the best.

At social functions, you represent Xinmeng Group, you represent me!"

The customers around were stunned.

They’d seen men who scolded their wives for spending too much.

But they had never seen a man who complained his wife wasn’t spending enough.

This was truly capricious.

Xiao Chen’s demeanor was completely different from Jiang Meng’s.

Although Jiang Meng was now wealthy, she was still overly frugal when shopping.

Xiao Chen, on the other hand, had a breezy air about him that came from frequently spending large amounts of money.

The salesperson immediately approached him, "Sir, did you say you’re taking everything?"

Fearful that Xiao Chen would change his mind.

"That’s right, all of it!"

Xiao Chen took out his phone and showed his change balance to the salesperson.

"Wow, even the change is several million. The total value of the clothes here doesn’t even match that."

The salesperson believed him.

She was completely convinced that Xiao Chen was serious about buying all the clothes.

And indeed, Xiao Chen had the capability to do so.

"I’ll get them for you right away!"

The salesperson was overjoyed. Selling all these clothes, she could earn a commission of thirty to forty thousand at least.

Though it wasn’t a fortune.

But her monthly wage was only three to four thousand.

This thirty to forty thousand was equivalent to her income for two to three years.

How could she not be excited?