Under the attentive gaze of the person opposite, An Nan nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I like it." She really did like it, and she certainly hadn’t ignored the envious and disdainful women around. An Nan didn’t have the mindset that a family’s man was excellent and should be hidden away. Weren’t these women jealous? Well, she’d make them jealous to the max at once, and all she needed to tell them was that this man belonged to her; they could only look.
Those simple three words quickly changed Young Master Lin’s years of persistence: "Alright, I’ll take this shirt." That cheerful tone was just like when he saw a bunch of pretty girls and arrogantly said, "I want all these girls." It’s the same kind of reasoning.
A thrilled Young Master Lin didn’t notice the strange gleam in his wife’s eyes.
Pink indeed looked good on this man, An Nan admitted, yet that wasn’t her ultimate reason for insisting.
She just thought this man was a bit too arrogant, somewhat off-putting to look at.
She particularly remembered him joking about Zhao Tianchen being a show-off guy, and now she wasn’t happy with him either, so she didn’t mind letting him be mocked for once. Better to share the fun with everyone than enjoy alone.
In the following time, An Nan might have had a mental breakthrough, as the clothes she chose for a certain young master thoroughly overturned his usual style. Whenever Lin Mubai saw his wife handing an item to the sales clerk, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch a little. This didn’t even include the clothes the little woman urged him to try on.
When Lin Mubai emerged from the dressing room wearing an outfit he deemed mismatched, his mouth corners uncontrollably twitched, and he silently prayed that the final outcome wouldn’t be as he imagined.
At the crucial moment of checkout, his wife’s words completely pushed him into the depths of hell: "Well, not bad, then don’t take it off, wear it straight out."
Lin Mubai’s face quickly turned to one of unshed tears: "Wife, can I not?"
An Nan directly raised a middle finger, shaking left and right at someone’s tearful handsome face: "NO, NO, NO, it has to be." As she spoke, one hand happily patting a few times on his handsome face as if soothing a naughty child.
Lin Mubai still tried to fight for a bit of opportunity; the person in front rapidly restrained her smile and glared at him fiercely: "What? You don’t like what I chose for you?"
Lin Mubai wanted to nod directly, but realistically he dared not. These days of interaction were enough for him to recognize the little woman’s temper. If he nodded and said he didn’t like it, she would surely smile and nod at him, then turn around and throw all the clothes she had just bought for him into the trash bin. That probably wouldn’t even be the harshest punishment; she would definitely tell him with righteous indignation: "Since you don’t like the clothes I buy for you, please buy your own clothes from now on."
Such an outcome was not what he wanted.
Immediately, Lin Mubai nodded vigorously: "Like, like, I really like what my wife chose, wearing them out is perfect." Behind the wide grin was an inversely proportional sense of helplessness and entanglement.
Lin Mubai could even imagine that tonight when he got home, his heartless mom would definitely laugh at him to death.