Super Rich: I Can Hear Women's Inner Voices
Chapter 69: Shopping

Chapter 69: Shopping

From the fact that Aunt Taylor stubbornly insisted on marrying Linker back then, it’s not hard to see her personality.

Having just walked out of a failed marriage and then entering a forbidden relationship with Jake, step by step, her fragile heart had long been riddled with holes. If Jake hadn’t possessed supernatural abilities, perhaps Aunt Taylor would have bled out in the bathroom back then.

Feeling heartbroken for Aunt Taylor, Jake wanted to spend as much time as possible with her when he was free, to make it up to her.

"Today, I’ll let you taste your fill. Open your mouth." Jake picked up a piece of stinky tofu and brought it to Aunt Taylor’s lips.

"I can do it myself." Taylor was still somewhat nervous, clutching her bag and reaching out to take it.

Jake deftly avoided her hand, making a mouth-opening gesture while coaxing her like a child. "No, come on, open your mouth. Ah!"

Jake’s actions naturally drew the attention of those around them. Many single men and women cast envious glances, sighing at how good the couple’s relationship was.

Some men with partners also stole glances at Aunt Taylor when their girlfriends weren’t looking.

Jake noticed all of this. A tall, enchanting beauty like Aunt Taylor could attract waves of admiring or lustful gazes wherever she went.

Facing these looks, Jake whispered, "Aunt Taylor, if you don’t give me face, I’ll be embarrassed."

Jake’s earnest expression made Taylor relax and smile. She was also aware of the surrounding stares and had no choice but to part her red lips and take a small bite of the stinky tofu.

Her white teeth sank into the soft tofu, and the fragrant yet pungent juice immediately oozed out. The milky broth slid down the corner of her mouth.

Jake quickly caught it with a paper bowl and swallowed the half-eaten piece of stinky tofu in one gulp.

The image of the white broth overflowing in Aunt Taylor’s mouth reminded Jake of that night in the classroom when he came in her mouth. She had truly swallowed his cum.

Seeing Aunt Taylor’s slightly awkward expression, Jake quickly cleared his indecent thoughts and pulled out a tissue to gently wipe her mouth.

"How does it taste?"

For some reason, Taylor felt Jake’s question was a bit strange, as if he meant something else.

"It’s quite tasty."

"Then have another bite?"

"No need. I’d like to try something else." With that, she walked toward another snack stall.

Jake guessed Aunt Taylor must be shy and hurried after her to attend to her.

The men around them couldn’t take their eyes off Aunt Taylor, only reluctantly looking away after receiving warning glares from their female companions.

During the lively noon, Jake acted like an attentive attendant, escorting Aunt Taylor. He not only bought all kinds of snacks to satisfy her appetite but also fended off men trying to hit on her.

Even during the brief time Jake went to the restroom, men would inexplicably appear around Aunt Taylor, asking for her WhatsApp. At such times, Jake would confidently stride over, wrap his arm around Aunt Taylor’s shoulders, and loudly declare, "Darling."

This little display of possessiveness seemed to touch Aunt Taylor’s girlish heart, putting her in a cheerful mood all afternoon. Her appetite improved, and she sampled almost every snack stall. Of course, Aunt Taylor only took small bites, leaving the rest for Jake to finish.

Jake smiled wryly and rubbed his abs, thinking, "If this keeps up, I might end up with just one left."

After eating their fill, the two played games at the arcade, winning many cute plush toys. Time flew by, and it was already 2 p.m.

They also browsed some clothing stores, but Aunt Taylor didn’t seem interested in anything.

Only Jake knew the truth: Aunt Taylor was sparing his wallet. Those shops were all brand-name stores. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the clothes but that she couldn’t bear to spend the money.

This wasn’t just for Jake’s sake. Unlike her sister, who ran a large company, Aunt Taylor had no other income after falling out with her parents.

Over the years, her and Linker’s earnings in the bustling city of Savannah were barely enough to get by. Though a Ph.D. from Savannah University and a teacher at MCB No. 12 School provided decent salaries, they rarely splurged on expensive clothes. Mid-range brands were more than enough.

But Jake had his own plans. On her birthday, he had gifted Aunt Taylor a bracelet, the only piece of jewelry she owned.

It was almost laughable. Aunt Taylor had never mentioned this to Jake, but the "three golds" (traditional wedding jewelry) bought for her marriage had long been taken by her mother-in-law. If she hadn’t been so meek, she wouldn’t have endured until now before divorcing Linker.

Ordinary clothes didn’t do justice to Aunt Taylor’s beauty. Jake wanted to see her in something different.

Coincidentally, Meijia Plaza had a shop specializing in qipaos, exactly what Jake had in mind.

Aunt Taylor’s restless heart had been soothed by Jake’s hours of companionship, putting her in high spirits. She didn’t refuse Jake’s suggestion but made it clear she was only trying them on, not buying.

Unlike other stores, the qipao shop was tucked away in a remote corner on the fourth floor, the farthest from the elevator. Jake had only noticed it after wandering around.

As soon as Jake entered the qipao shop, a young saleswoman came to assist them. The saleswoman wore a red dress and red high heels, her slender figure a testament to the owner’s careful selection. Without a good figure, how could one showcase the qipao’s unique classical elegance?

Compared to the sprawling clothing stores spanning dozens or even hundreds of square meters, this qipao shop could be called pocket-sized. But though small, it was well-stocked.

Qipaos of various colors, styles, and designs hung neatly on the walls, while others were arranged on racks or neatly folded on a square table in the center.

A plastic mannequin stood at the entrance, its impossibly exaggerated curves draped in an emerald-green qipao. But clearly, few women in real life possessed such proportions.

The shop was small, but it was crowded—almost exclusively with women. Perhaps some male companions, unable to endure their partners’ indecisiveness, had left to wait elsewhere.

Jake understood this well. He had once spent an entire day shopping with Mia, buying little but exhausting himself. In every store, Mia would spend at least an hour trying on every piece she fancied.

The most impressive part was that Mia returned home full of energy, while Jake, the man, collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly. Indeed, doing something you dislike is utterly draining.

Fortunately, Aunt Taylor didn’t share that habit, or Jake would have been worn out too.

Fortunately, Aunt Taylor didn’t share that habit, or Jake would have been worn out too.

Aunt Taylor’s arrival immediately caught the saleswoman’s attention, drawing displeasure from other women browsing or admiring themselves in the mirror after trying on qipaos.

Among these women were tall, short, young, and old, mostly in groups, originally exchanging compliments. But Aunt Taylor’s presence made them feel inadequate.

Her tall stature made her stand out like a crane among chickens, her proud bearing like a graceful swan. The ugly ducklings around her could only envy and resent her, dreaming of one day achieving such beauty through plastic surgery.

Even without a qipao, Aunt Taylor’s natural elegance outshone everyone. Her ample bosom, round buttocks, and slender waist—any one of these features would make the other women bow their heads in shame.

Her aura, steeped in years of scholarly refinement, exuded intelligence and grace. Her every movement radiated elegance, her stunning face aloof and detached, her attention solely on the qipaos, oblivious to the women’s complex stares.

Even the way she sipped the pearl milk tea Jake had bought for her, gulping down the pearls with a mature yet adorable charm, made the older women pale in comparison. Even the younger girls couldn’t match her.

"Miss, your figure and temperament are perfect for qipaos," the saleswoman said politely, hands clasped at her waist, bowing slightly—a gesture fitting the qipao shop’s ambiance.

"Taylor, take a look around. I’ll pick some for you later," Jake said, plopping onto a seat.

Given the crowd, they wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

Earlier, while eavesdropping on Aunt Taylor’s "inner voices," Jake learned she actually loved qipaos. For women, qipaos held the same allure as luxury cars did for men. But qipaos weren’t cheap, which was why she said she’d only try them on.

On the other hand, the "inner voices" of the women here gave Jake quite a shock.

As the saying goes, "Three women make a drama." Here, there were at least nine, enough for two mahjong tables.

These women’s minds were buzzing, fiercely discussing Aunt Taylor while belittling her, as if only then could they feel better about themselves. In reality, this only revealed their pettiness.