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Although footprints can be washed away, Song Qianyi still felt that her behavior was not quite right. After hesitating for a long time, she called out to Ji Jingshen as he was about to leave, "Husband?"

Ji Jingshen turned to look at her.

"Are you free this weekend?" Song Qianyi jogged over and hugged his arm.

Ji Jingshen tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I have time on Sunday, what's wrong?"

"Come shopping with me," Song Qianyi said with a smile.

She didn't give Ji Jingshen a chance to refuse: "It's settled then, no more work is allowed on Sundays."

"Mm," Ji Jingshen replied.

After leaving the house, I called my secretary to cancel my work schedule for Sunday.

On Sunday, Song Qianyi started getting ready early, changed into a light blue dress, and was putting on makeup in front of the mirror when she saw Ji Jingshen get up. She pointed to the neatly folded clothes next to her and said, "Wear this today!"

Ji Jingshen looked over; the shirt and trousers were casual, neither too formal nor too casual.

He walked over and picked it up, looking at the light blue shirt, then turned back to look at Song Qianyi.

Song Qianyi had been secretly watching Ji Jingshen through the mirror. When she saw him turn around, she quickly looked down and asked, "Huh, where's my lipstick?"

She didn't forget to secretly lift her eyelids to observe Ji Jingshen.

Ji Jingshen smiled.

Song Qianyi's little thoughts were practically written all over her face.

He didn't expose her, but took the clothes and went to change.

After getting ready to leave, Song Qianyi took Ji Jingshen's arm, looked at his shirt, then looked down at her own skirt, and her smile widened.

Shopping was a novel experience for Ji Jingshen, as his clothes were usually delivered to his home for him to choose from. However, seeing Song Qianyi's happy expression, he didn't want to spoil the fun.

Just then, the store received some new arrivals, all of which were styles that Song Qianyi liked, so she asked the sales assistant to get them for Ji Jingshen to try on.

Ji Jingshen has exquisite and handsome features, and his body proportions are impeccable. The clothes he wears make him look even better, turning an eight out of ten into a ten. Song Qianyi's eyes lit up again and again.

After changing his clothes several times, Ji Jingshen frowned slightly, but still didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Song Qianyi walked over, took the clothes handed to her by the shop assistant, and asked Ji Jingshen with a smile, "How were those clothes?"

“Both are good,” Ji Jingshen replied.

The colors and styles are all very conventional, which is his preferred style.

"Wrap them all up." Song Qianyi looked at the clothes in her hands, somewhat conflicted.

She felt that the dress looked good on Ji Jingshen as well.

The sales clerk, being astute as ever, immediately said, "This garment is exactly your size, sir."

"Wrap it up together." Song Qianyi waved her hand and took out her card, handing it to the shop assistant.

The shop assistant was taken aback when Song Qianyi paid, but still took the card with both hands, her smile unchanged, and said, "Wait a moment."

Before leaving, she glanced at Ji Jingshen twice.

She only regretted that she didn't have the means to support herself and couldn't live off a man at such a young age.

Ji Jingshen noticed his gaze and glanced over lightly.

The shop assistant immediately looked away.

"What's wrong?" Song Qianyi was attracted by the accessories in the store and was holding a pair of cufflinks, about to ask Ji Jingshen for his opinion. When she saw him looking towards the cashier, she thought he was worried about the cost, so she patted the back of his hand and said, "It's okay, I have money."

Ji Jingshen withdrew his gaze, looked down at Song Qianyi, and suddenly smiled.

Song Qianyi was baffled by his laughter: "I really am rich!"

She muttered to herself, "I still have enough money to buy clothes for my husband."

The voice wasn't loud, but Ji Jingshen, standing next to her, heard it clearly, and the smile on his lips vanished in an instant.

The clerk returned the card to Song Qianyi with both hands and handed the bag to Ji Jingshen: "Welcome to visit us again next time."

Ji Jingshen reached out and took it, readily agreeing with the suggestion.

There were quite a few clothes, and Ji Jingshen couldn't carry them all in one hand, so he spread them out between his two hands.

"Give me a few." Song Qianyi reached out to take them.

"I can," Ji Jingshen dodged away. "These are all clothes you bought for me. What about yours?"

"Honey, are you going to buy me clothes?" Song Qianyi asked with a smile.

Thinking about the price of the clothes here, and then about Ji Jingshen's salary, she added, "Let's keep our husband's salary to help with household expenses!"

Ji Jingshen chuckled.

It's just a few pieces of clothing; he can afford it.

"Sister, brother-in-law," a sweet, coquettish voice rang out.

Upon hearing the familiar voices, Song Qianyi's smile vanished instantly. Looking at the two people walking towards her, she secretly regretted not checking the almanac before going out today.

"What a coincidence." Song Qianyu greeted her proactively, as if the incident of being kicked out by Song Qianyi last time had never happened.

Song Qianyi rolled her eyes and sneered, "Unfortunately, I knew you would come, so I came early on purpose to bump into you."

One sentence was enough to shock three people.

Ji Jingshen gripped the bag tightly, his tightly pursed lips betraying his displeasure.

Song Qianyu's eyes widened as if she were seeing Song Qianyi for the first time.

Cheng Linhao snorted coldly. He was about to speak, but when he saw Ji Jingshen's stern face, he stopped talking.

He wouldn't act rashly before figuring out the man's background.

"Why are you so shocked?" Song Qianyi spread her hands. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted me to say?"

Song Qianyu was speechless.

Song Qianyi sneered: "Please, I don't have the ability to predict the future, how could I possibly know that you would be coming today?"

She crossed her arms and added, "If I had known you were coming today, I wouldn't have come. It's bad luck."

After saying that, she took Ji Jingshen's arm and said, "Honey, let's go."

"Sister, why are you reacting so strongly?" Song Qianyu quickly reacted and stopped Song Qianyi, who was about to leave, with a sentence: "I haven't said anything yet, you're making yourself look guilty."

Song Qianyi suddenly smiled.

She released Ji Jingshen's arm, turned around and looked at the two of them: "Shouldn't you be the one feeling guilty, little sister?"

She stepped forward, getting closer to Song Qianyu: "Every time we meet, your reaction is so strong. Are you worried that I will really steal your fiancé away?"

Song Qianyu's eyes flickered, and her smile was forced: "How could that be?"

Cheng Linhao also stood in front of Song Qianyu: "In my whole life, I have only loved Qianyu. Qianyu will always be my wife. Stop dreaming."

Who is the one dreaming?

"Lin Hao." Song Qianyu put her hand on Cheng Linhao's arm and said gently, "My sister and brother-in-law went shopping together today, which shows that their relationship is very good. Anyway, the past is the past, so let's not bring it up again."

Song Qianyi sneered.

This younger sister did all sorts of disgusting things.

She was the one who brought it up first, and now she's the one pretending to be magnanimous and saying she won't bring it up again.

The first greeting we exchanged was full of subtle meaning, and it's still subtle now.

"Song Qianyu".

She called him by his full name.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you. But if you think I'm just trying to make you laugh, you can try it and see if I'll slap you."

After reprimanding Song Qianyu, Song Qianyi turned to Cheng Linhao and said, "Please use your brain properly. From now on, avoid me and stop trying to get my attention."