An Nan suddenly felt a sense of deflation, and she simply sat inside the changing room, making no movements, until a sweet voice came from outside: "Miss, have you changed? Does the size fit?"
The voice of the sales assistant startled An Nan, and she immediately thought of a good idea: "Excuse me, could you come in and help me pull down the zipper at the back?"
"Sure, please open the door."
The sales assistant was just about to enter the changing room when a figure darted in ahead of her.
Inside the changing room, as An Nan opened the door, she had already turned her back. She thought it was the sales assistant coming in, so she didn’t pay it any mind. Then she felt the zipper being gently pulled down and heard the door close again.
Through all this, An Nan assumed the person who came in was the sales assistant. It wasn’t until she finished changing and stepped out of the changing room that she noticed everyone looking at her strangely. At first, she thought it was her outfit, but then she noticed their gazes shifting between her and Lin Mubai, leaving her even more confused.
She quietly approached Lin Mubai and asked in a low voice, "What’s going on? Why is everyone looking at us like that?"
Of course, Lin Mubai knew the reason, but he wasn’t planning on telling this little woman.
The image of the smooth back he had just seen lingered in his mind – those lovely curves were truly captivating. He didn’t want to admit it, but he went in because he didn’t want others to see his little woman’s back. Not even other women should see it. The beauty he had witnessed only reinforced his resolve: from now on, his little woman was forbidden from wearing any backless outfits.
But his resolve was soon shattered, and it was a brat younger than him who did it.
(The conversation between the two rival men is as follows:
Young Master Lin’s anger: Jesse, if you dare let my girlfriend wear something like that again, I’ll beat the crap out of you.
Jesse’s eye-roll: Hmph, what’s wrong with my designs? Many people can’t even buy them with money.
Young Master Lin’s disdain: I’m not short of cash. I’ll buy clothes for my woman myself.
Jesse’s greater disdain: It’s not like I’m giving them to you. Who are you to whine here?
Young Master Lin’s fury: Jesse, remember this, An Nan is my girlfriend.
Jesse’s lazy tone: So what? Even married couples can divorce, let alone just dating. Breaking up is even easier.
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With a slight, amused smile, Lin Mubai didn’t directly answer An Nan’s question. Instead, he pushed her to the mirror: "Take a look, I have pretty good taste, right?"
"Yeah, this one then." She didn’t like trying on clothes, it was too troublesome.
But Lin Mubai immediately rejected her and pushed her back into the changing room: "Go try on the other two as well." His tone left no room for objection, and An Nan had no choice but to continue trying on clothes. After trying three outfits in a row, she was finally fed up: "Is it done yet? I don’t want to try anymore."
"Okay, okay, just these. Checkout."
"Yes, sir." The sales assistant’s face was full of joy. This was an international brand women’s clothing store, and the commission from buying three outfits at once wasn’t small.
The sales assistant was happy, but An Nan was frustrated: "I have my own money."