Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me
Chapter 99: V9: Mr. is really so good to Mrs.!

Chapter 99: V9: Mr. is really so good to Mrs.!

Stepping into the Fendi store, Yu Yuanshen scanned the entire shop.

The black and white color scheme, paired with warm orange lighting, gave the shop a high-end and luxurious feel even during the day.

Yu Yuanshen examined his surroundings.

The store was not large and was primarily filled with bags.

A quick glance around revealed no one in sight.

A beautiful French sales assistant approached and asked him what he needed.

Yu Yuanshen frowned slightly, surprised by his own visual mistake. freeNovelFire

After apologizing, he turned and left.

Around the corner, Feng Chengjin leaned against the wall, gazing at the faint reflections of figures in the glass opposite. Recognizing the face, a cold smirk played on his lips.

On the second floor, it wasn’t long before three people descended the escalator.

Besides Gu Zixuan, there was the somewhat overwhelmed Qin Nuo and Jiang Yuan.

Each was holding an outfit, somewhat uncertainly asking, "President Feng really let us each pick an outfit? No price limit?"

"Or did you plan to buy them yourselves?"

Hearing the light laughter, the two were relieved, quickly returning upstairs to try different styles.

Fendi! Whether bags or clothes, it’s definitely top-tier luxury. Although their salaries were occasionally enough for some mid-priced indulgences, shopping with their boss who was generous— it was an entirely different experience.

Qin Nuo and Jiang Yuan went upstairs simultaneously, while Gu Zixuan paused, looking at Cheng Jin who was clearly near the sofas yet wasn’t seated, instead leaning at the dark turn of the stairs, weirdly frowning.

Without saying anything, turning her face away coldly, she started picking bags.

In the end, upon leaving Fendi, Gu Zixuan actually chose the least— just one autumn dress, deep blue with a light cinch at the waist, and a single bag she fancied.

Qin Nuo and Jiang Yuan, however, practically checked out an entire collection from inside out!

Comparing at the cashier, the two had slightly awkward expressions.

The difference was just too stark. Were they really country bumpkins in the city?

Or was it that high-society tastes just differed? Things they thought of as treasures, did others dismiss?

Feng Chengjin didn’t say a word, smiling as he smoothly swiped the card.

Leaving the Fendi store, they entered the Prada store.

From the Prada store, they went into Gucci.

Gu Zixuan walked ahead with the speed of a whirlwind shopping spree, while Feng Chengjin, Jiang Yuan, and Qin Nuo followed behind.

Finally, upon reaching the HERMES store, the staff stared in collective shock at the heaps of shopping bags and the queen-like demeanor of Gu Zixuan, mouths agape.

Picking out a pair of shoes, Gu Zixuan tossed them into Feng Chengjin’s arms without expression, merely glancing at the size. "Pay up!"

Feng Chengjin, holding the shoes, found it somewhat amusing.

Qin Nuo eagerly wanted to help, but her arms were already overloaded to capacity, making it a technical challenge to carry more.

Feng Chengjin didn’t expect Qin Nuo to help either, humorously shaking his head, he rose from the sofa and headed to the cashier.

"Wrap it up."

The sales assistant at the cashier was a Chinese girl, who couldn’t help exclaiming, "Sir, you are so good to your wife!"

Carrying the shoes.

This act, for Europeans, represented a gentlemanly service to a lady.

But for the Chinese girl, she understood deeply that in the hearts of most male chauvinists in China, such an act was considered utterly degrading.

There is a Chinese adage, "discard like a worn shoe," the shoe referring to footwear.

And to discard, beyond its idiomatic meaning, subtly reflects a cultural teaching of emphasizing the head over shoes in Chinese attire and values.

Feng Chengjin acted naturally.

Upon hearing, Feng Chengjin glanced up at the Chinese girl, curved his lips slightly, and said nothing.

But when Gu Zixuan was about to leave the HERMES store, Feng Chengjin, while settling the bill, took out his wallet and placed two green bills directly onto the Chinese girl’s counter, "Tip, thank you."

The group left. .com

A group of French sales assistants crowded around in astonishment, "200 Euros? Are all you Chinese so wealthy now? Giving such high tips to fellow nationals?"

In the disordered French murmurs, the Chinese girl held the 200 Euros, a realization dawning inside her.

The gentleman just now, it wasn’t because she was Chinese, but perhaps... because of what she said earlier?

...

Exiting the HERMES store, Gu Zixuan couldn’t understand Feng Chengjin’s previous actions at all.

"I underestimated you! You’re really good at flirting, even with strangers on the street."

Feng Chengjin chuckled softly, "How can this be about flirting? After all, this morning wasn’t because of me..."

"Feng Chengjin!" Gu Zixuan suddenly stopped walking and glared resentfully at him.

The raised tone made Feng Chengjin speechless, while Qin Nuo and Jiang Yuan were both taken aback.

In the next instant, Gu Zixuan gritted her teeth, looking at the long street ahead, and said angrily, "Let’s go to the Malmaison gallery on Seaside Avenue! I’ve heard there are paintings by Ozenfant there! I want to see them, let’s continue our walk!"

In that moment, Feng Chengjin smirked, while Qin Nuo and Jiang Yuan collectively widened their eyes.

Feeling her ankles swollen as if they were about to snap, she thought indeed women shopping are the most unstoppable! Don’t drag me, let me die from this impulse!

In the end, faced with Gu Zixuan’s resolute decision, Qin Nuo and Jiang Yuan could only accompany her with tears in their eyes.

But with so many things, they suggested waiting until they dropped off their stuff and the car that Mr. Stephen provided arrived before continuing.

Qin Nuo and Jiang Yuan took the chance to slack off and walked away.

By the fountain at the center of the street square, Gu Zixuan and Feng Chengjin sat on the khaki gray wooden bench, gazing into the distance.

Gu Zixuan frowned, and as another old lady sat down, Feng Chengjin slightly moved closer, which made her purse her lips and shift further away.

The distance fell into Feng Chengjin’s line of sight, darkening his eyes slightly.

With a low laugh, he said, "This really isn’t my fault."

"If it’s not your fault, then whose? If you hadn’t stopped me from going back last night, nothing would’ve happened!"

Feng Chengjin’s lips twitched, and he smiled helplessly, "But it’s me who was seen, you didn’t lose anything."

"You shouldn’t be seen either!" Gu Zixuan turned her face away, full of mild anger.

Feng Chengjin was initially surprised.

After a pause, Gu Zixuan followed his gaze in frustration, "I shouldn’t be seen!"

"Oh." Feng Chengjin pursed his lips in a low laugh and turned away.

Immediately, Gu Zixuan was truly annoyed, looking at Feng Chengjin’s unmarried status, she realized for him, everything was done at will, not really understanding things like marital loyalty and moral boundaries!

Moreover, considering that this trip was mainly to help her relax, it was she who pushed the door open.

Despite feeling embarrassed, it wasn’t really his fault.

"..."

Getting up moodily, she wanted to leave.

But Feng Chengjin glanced at her, his brows flickering, something deep made him want to stop her.

However, at that sudden moment, Gu Zixuan’s high heel sank into a gap in the cobblestone ground while Feng Chengjin gave her a tug.

Her balance was lost, and her foot couldn’t come out.

As she fell backward, her foot twisted painfully.

"Uh." She cried out in pain.

Falling into Feng Chengjin’s arms, he observed her foot’s condition with a deep gaze, quickly lifting her up and sitting her on the bench, while he kneeled down in front, lifting her leg to check the ankle.

His focused demeanor was serious, and when Gu Zixuan returned from the first wave of pain, he had already undone her high heel, placing her foot on his knee, completely disregarding his three billion US dollar asset.

Feng Chengjin stared at the redness and swelling, with a furrowed brow, he felt a rare hint of remorse, "Sorry."

"It’s okay, I wasn’t careful while walking."

Regardless of what she said, Feng Chengjin seemed not to have moved past his guilt, looking at the injury again, he said, "I’ll take you to the hospital."

Gu Zixuan was touched, wanting to say it wasn’t necessary; twisting one’s ankle when wearing high heels is common, and there’s no need to unless it’s serious, a few days of rest would suffice.

Still, Feng Chengjin already grasped her wrist, wrapping it around his neck, dug under her knees, swiftly took the shopping bag she had been clutching, and lifted her.

For the first time, she was held in such a manner, being carried by him.

Like a couple too ordinary for words.

Gu Zixuan felt a vast, indescribable heartbeat.

But Feng Chengjin didn’t notice; he only looked at the road, sweeping eyes for Qin Nuo, waiting to see when the car would arrive.

Behind them, on the other side of the fountain.

Finally seeing Gu Zixuan’s figure, Yu Yuanshen gazed at the scenery there.

Feng Chengjin, wearing a white shirt and trousers, carried Gu Zixuan, holding the stuff they shopped and her high heels.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, harmonious as if they were a couple married for years.

The sight that he found deeply compelling was —

Under France’s white clouds and blue skies, the wind lifted Gu Zixuan’s hair beside her ear, accompanying Feng Chengjin’s footsteps, pigeons searching for food in the square spread their wings, creating a picturesque scene behind them...