Chapter 15 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Tang Qiu tried on countless dresses, all of which she thought looked lovely. “The clothes you picked for me are very nice too. Which ones do you think I should get?” she asked, frowning in contemplation.

Jiang Shaocheng handed her a pair of shoes, brushing off her question. “There are many more for you to try. There’s no hurry to decide. In the meantime, see how you like these shoes.”

Everything had been planned to accommodate Tang Qiu, down to the barest detail, and she was clearly taken in by the act. True, it didn’t hurt to try on a few more outfits–especially since she had never in her life worn so many gorgeous dresses in a day before. From the sidelines, the staff member saw Jiang Shaocheng gesture, silently instructing her to wrap up everything Tang Qiu had tried on.

Prior to today, Tang Qiu had never bought shoes more expensive than 5o yuan, but the ones that Jiang Shaocheng presented her with came in all shapes and sizes. Since he had been good enough to bring her out shopping today, she didn’t stand on ceremony, and with a rare flourish, said, “I don’t need to try them. I’ll get them.” She could afford a few pairs of clothes and shoes, with how much money she had obtained from the Fengs.

“There’s a lucky draw ongoing today, Miss, with even more discounts for the top prize,” the staff member said with a smile. “Would you like to participate?”

“Another discount? Is this some kind of trap for the customers?” When it came to money, Tang Qiu always erred on the side of caution.

The corner of the staff member’s lips twitched. She was about to explain herself, but Jiang Shaocheng’s rich, deep voice beat her to it. “Qiu, don’t worry. This is all part of a strategy to promote their business. Haven’t you noticed there’s no one here? The shop must be trying their best to sell off their products.”

The young master was spewing nonsense again. Sure, it was part of a business strategy, He Lei thought sardonically, and not because he had ordered that the store would only be serving Tang Qiu today. Jiang Shaocheng would truly say anything just to keep his wife happy.

“I suppose you’re right.” Tang Qiu, too, had noticed that the shop was conspicuously absent of customers. The staff member brought her a box. She was about to draw her lot when she paused and turned to face Jiang Shaocheng with a mischievous grin. “Do me a favor, dear, and stick out your hand.”

Jiang Shaocheng looked puzzled, but he obliged. Tang Qiu grasped his hand and rubbed it against hers. “My luck has never been the best, so I thought I could borrow some of yours.”

She’s serious about this. Jiang Shaocheng gripped her hand back. “That’s not how luck works.”

“How does it work, then?” Tang Qiu stared at him curiously, unblinking.

“Well, when it comes to borrowing luck, you must undergo a special ritual. For example, a kiss.”

A blush spread over Tang Qiu’s face. She lowered her eyes, still kneeling in front of Jiang Shaocheng, too bashful to meet his gaze. This was proof that he was toying with her!

“Do you want to borrow my luck or not, Qiu?” Jiang Shaocheng leaned down so his face was level with her ear. When she didn’t move, he lifted her chin with one hand and kissed her.

“My luck is all yours.”

Tang Qiu stared at him stupidly. He had just kissed her. And she hadn’t hated it, not in the least–in fact, she felt her heart fluttering, her head swimming, like fireworks were going off in her mind.