The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 73: Where Does Your Superiority Come From? _1

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Where Does Your Superiority Come From? _1

Mo Shaoyun didn’t explode, but was slightly taken aback, and quickly adapted.

Zhang Xian walked around the clothing store, quickly picking up three dresses, one red, one black, and one pink.

The red one was for Xiao Nan, which matched her mature charm; the pink one was for Dong Qian, elegant and innocent; and naturally, the black one was for Mo Shaoyun.

Not to mention that most of Mo Shaoyun’s clothes were black, as if she really liked the color. In his eyes, the aloof Mo Shaoyun looked particularly attractive in black.

"Are you giving me a dress?" Xiao Nan asked with a smile.

"Mm-hmm, if you don’t mind, you can take it," Zhang Xian nodded.

"Why would I mind? A freebie is always welcome!" Xiao Nan took the red dress from Zhang Xian and headed straight for the dressing room.

One has to admit, Zhang Xian had good taste. The moment she saw the red dress, she inexplicably fell in love with it and couldn’t bear to let it go.

"Brother Zhang Xian, thank you!" After receiving the pink dress, Dong Qian also headed toward the fitting room.

Even though the gift had no special significance, it was still the first gift Zhang Xian had given her, which made her a little excited.

"Don’t want it?" Zhang Xian asked, seeing that Mo Shaoyun did not take the dress.

"What’s the sudden inspiration? Why are you giving me clothes?" Mo Shaoyun asked, "Is it because you didn’t want to feel guilty about giving it to your sister only, so you decided to buy one for each of us?"

"No, not at all!" said Zhang Xian, "It’s just a set of clothes, why are you talking nonsense?"

"No reason at all?" Mo Shaoyun’s beautiful brows knitted together tightly.

"Why do you need a reason?" Zhang Xian replied in frustration, "I just wanted to give you a dress. It’s that simple. If you don’t want it, just say it. Don’t talk nonsense that I can’t understand."

"Who... who told you I don’t want it?" Seeing Zhang Xian about to hang the dress back, Mo Shaoyun quickly grabbed it.

Zhang Xian was confused. Last time he bought clothes for Zhu Qing, she reacted the same way. She really wanted it, but acted embarrassed on the outside. Was there a need to do that?

Looking at Mo Shaoyun, he suddenly stroked his chin and asked, "Um, I think you look great in black stockings. Should I buy you a few more pairs?"

"You really like me in black stockings?" Mo Shaoyun asked, turning around.

"Mm, it’s stunning," Zhang Xian nodded again and again.

It’s rare for a woman to have a perfect pair of legs, and undoubtedly, Mo Shaoyun had this advantage. Long, slender, and even-toned, there was not a flaw to be found from top to bottom.

If such perfect legs were dressed in black stockings, they could surely steal the hearts of many stocking fans.

"You go get them," said Mo Shaoyun.

"You really wear it?" Zhang Xian was surprised that Mo Shaoyun agreed.

There were many women wearing stockings on the streets, but a lot of them did it to preserve the shape of their legs. Mo Shaoyun’s legs were well-proportioned, didn’t need stockings to make them look good and she seldom wore them.

He had spent an ample amount of time with Mo Shaoyun, and during that time, he had seen her wear stockings maybe only twice.

"Are you going to get them or not?" Mo Shaoyun ran out of patience.

Zhang Xian nodded like a pecking chicken, quickly ran over to pick up a pair of black stockings, then walked briskly back to Mo Shaoyun.

When he first arrived in the city, he had no interest in things like black stockings. But as he saw more of them, he suddenly found that women in stockings really felt different, especially women like Mo Shaoyun who had perfect legs. He wouldn’t exactly call himself a stocking fan, but if it made Mo Shaoyun’s beauty even more captivating, he would gladly do it.

Mo Shaoyun took the black stockings and looked at them, then threw Zhang Xian a contemptuous look before heading to the dressing room.

"Brother-in-law, you are incredible!" Gao Longfei, Xu Lei, and Shen Nanshan once again gave him a thumbs up.

"A-hem... don’t misunderstand, I had no other intention, I simply think that Elder Sister Shaoyun looks pretty in black stockings." Mo Shaoyun coughed dryly and seriously said.

"We understand." Shen Nanshan replied with a lewd smile, "But brother-in-law, you are really clever to coax Elder Sister Shaoyun into wearing stockings for you to see."

"Indeed, it’s impressive!" Xu Lei nodded, "I rarely admire anyone in my life, but you, brother-in-law, I admire sincerely."

"It’s just stockings, is it that big a deal? She sometimes wears them," said Zhang Xian.

"Is it the same thing?" Gao Longfei explained earnestly, "From my observation, Elder Sister Shaoyun is a conservative woman, unlike some women who would love to walk around almost naked. Elder Sister Shaoyun wears stockings occasionally, or to match some outfits, without thought to showing off her beauty. If an ordinary person suggested it, they would definitely get scolded."

"Indeed, what Gao Longfei said this time makes sense." Xu Lei nodded, "Women like Elder Sister Shaoyun usually only show their best to their men."

"Makes sense. But..." Gao Longfei nodded, then angrily retorted: "You’re the one not talking sense here!"

"When have you ever made sense?" Xu Lei scorned.

"I always..." began Gao Longfei, but feeling something off, he abruptly slapped Xu Lei: "Damn it, almost got carried away by you."

"Damn it, don’t hit my head," Xu Lei shot up, returning a slap.

"You idiot, messing up my hairstyle," grumbled Gao Longfei, hastily checking his hair in a small mirror, "If I were not in a good mood today, I would’ve beat the hell out of you."

"Well, I dare you to try," Xu Lei bragged.

The three boasters at Zhang Xian’s house looked like they were about to fight again. Everyone else thought they needed to step in to prevent embarrassment.

At that moment, a fitting room door opened, and Meng Xue walked out, staring at Zhang Xian in front of the mirror, asking: "Bro, do you think this skirt fits me?"

Then, Xu Hui and Fang Yanjuan also came out, both looking at Zhang Xian.

"Very pretty," Zhang Xian nodded repeatedly.

The expensive clothing definitely justified its price tag, be it in material or tailoring, everything was top-notch.

After changing clothes, Xu Hui, Fang Yanjuan, and Meng Xue all looked somewhat more elegant. If they had been innocent college students before, now they were like noble princesses, excelling in grace and dignity.

"Very pretty..." Gao Longfei, Xu Lei, and Shen Nanshan all eyed the girls admiringly, praising sincerely.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. From their perspective, Xu Hui, Meng Xue, and Fang Yanjuan, the women they were fond of, were absolutely flawless.

"Meng Xue, Xu Hui, Fang Yanjuan, these dresses really suit you all!" Dong Qian and Xiao Nan simultaneously walked out of the fitting room, commenting with a smile as they saw the three girls in their new outfits.

"Sister Qian, Sister Nan, you both look beautiful too!" Meng Xue blinked and exclaimed.

Xu Hui and Fang Yanjuan were also checking out Dong Qian and Xiao Nan. Each woman looked mythical, like fairies, as they were all companions of the perfect man.

At school, they didn’t pride themselves on being the prettiest girls on campus, but they were certainly confident in their own looks.

But standing before Dong Qian and Xiao Nan, they felt as if they had no edge, always feeling less elegant than them.

Looks can’t be changed as they’re innate, but temperament is a product of nurture. A woman without elegance is like a body without a soul, no matter how beautiful she is, she lacks natural charm.

"Oh, Meng Xue, Xu Hui, Fang Yanjuan, you’re here trying on clothes?"

Suddenly, a beautiful girl walked in, arm in arm with a young man, a smirk plastered on her face, "Just to remind you, the clothes here aren’t cheap!"

"Xiao Wen?" Meng Xue saw the girl and asked with a frown: "What’s it to you what we’re trying on?"

"Right, trying clothes doesn’t cost anything." Xiao Wen sneered.

Being a student at the same university as Meng Xue, Xiao Wen was slightly inferior to her in all aspects. She was always overshadowed, even her boyfriend had initially pursued Meng Xue, turning to her only after his attempts failed.

As a result, Xiao Wen harbored a great deal of resentment towards Meng Xue and couldn’t resist flaunting her superiority whenever she had the chance.

"Tsk tsk, all brand names! I reckon this whole outfit of yours ain’t cheap?" Gao Longfei jumped in as he noticed someone despising his wife, "But I’m curious, did you acquire all this due to your wealthy family or some other means? It seems to me, you traded your body for all this, didn’t you?"

"You..." Xiao Wen turned pale.

"What you...? Did I say something wrong?" Gao Longfei sneered: "Just because you have a bit of money, you think you’re god? You think you’ve seen through the red dust? Let me remind you, surface glamour doesn’t mean perfection lies within. Even cow dung shines. My guess is you’re acting all sweet and dragging your man-purse here to buy clothes and pass off as a rich woman, right?"

"You..." Xiao Wen’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Ugh, I can’t even bother talking to you," Gao Longfei turned away, a look of disdain on his face.

"Little Thief, don’t be too arrogant," the young man didn’t want to fall out with Meng Xue, still hopeful of winning her over.

But as a man, seeing his woman insulted, even if he had a good temper, he couldn’t stand it. He stepped forward and growled: "You’re nothing but a poor whiner who popped out of nowhere, pretending to be a big shot. Why don’t you take a look at yourself? As a penniless loser, you should realize your place, not everywhere is for you to enter, it’s just embarrassing."

"Eh, what’s going on?" Zhang Xian came over to ask.

"Ah, nothing much, just some idiot showing off his supposed superiority," Gao Longfei shrugged, disdainfully.

If Zhang Xian wasn’t backing him, he might have been at a disadvantage. But with Zhang Xian’s presence, he couldn’t see what this man had that made him feel superior. More money? Has he asked Elder Sister Shaoyun or Sister Qian?

"Showing off his superiority?" Zhang Xian turned his head, looked the young man up and down, crossed his arms and asked: "Hey man, where does your superiority come from? I just can’t seem to find it?"