Chapter 309 - 175: Enemies on a Narrow Road (3)

She knew exactly how powerful the other man was.

’Stingy bastard.’

Han Yue shot Li Chengqian a contemptuous look.

’No wonder that guy stole your ex-wife.’

’If it were her, she would have jumped ship too.’

But looking down on him was one thing.

If she didn’t make Li Chengqian spend some money, wouldn’t her investment of time in him be a complete waste?

"Darling, look how generous he is. I want Chanel clothes and bags too."

Han Yue whined, shaking Li Chengqian’s arm with a sickly sweet affection.

"Ahem, well, how about we go check out Miu Miu? Their clothes and bags are really nice too."

Li Chengqian rubbed his nose.

He had no intention of spending money at the murderously expensive Chanel.

Chanel’s bags and clothes easily cost forty or fifty thousand yuan apiece.

That was hardly something a working stiff like him could afford.

"Sir, Miu Miu is just affordable luxury. As for brand status, we’re separated from them by an entire Prada."

Lucy looked at Li Chengqian, her expression calm.

"If you don’t intend to make a purchase, I hope you won’t disturb our most esteemed Chanel VIC."

"What’s that supposed to mean? Is this Chanel’s idea of customer service?"

Li Chengqian was instantly furious, glaring at Lucy with displeasure.

’He was an executive-level figure, after all.’

’At the office, plenty of people flattered him.’

’He drove an X5 and lived in a three-million-yuan house. He was a respectable member of the middle class.’

Chanel was expensive, but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t afford it.

He just wasn’t willing to buy it for Han Yue.

"Mr. Qi has spent a cumulative total of over 10 million yuan at our Chanel store."

"If your spending exceeds Mr. Qi’s, I will serve you with even greater enthusiasm."

Lucy was clearly a smart woman.

A single, casual remark was all it took to completely extinguish his arrogance.

"Ten million?"

It wasn’t just Li Chengqian; Han Yue was also shocked.

Even many of the onlookers who had gathered to watch the drama were stunned by the figure.

This wasn’t money spent on a house or a car.

It was spent on flashy, impractical luxury goods.

This just went to show how obscenely rich this Mr. Qi had to be!

He had to be at least a top-tier young master from a family worth billions to dare spend so extravagantly and willfully.

"I..."

At that moment, Li Chengqian wished he could turn into a dog.

At least then he could slip away unnoticed.

His ex-wife’s disregard, his current girlfriend’s contempt, the sales associate’s mockery, the onlookers’ amused stares...

What infuriated him most of all was that Qi Sheng was doing it right in front of him—

fondling Miduo’s slender waist, even placing a hand on her perfect, peach-like rear.

’Fuck!’

’Stop!’

Li Chengqian desperately wanted to stop him.

But then he remembered his status: he was just the ex-husband.

He could only watch, his eyes practically splitting with rage, as Miduo nestled shyly in Qi Sheng’s arms.

"I’ll buy it! Bring out the most expensive bag you have."

Li Chengqian had no other outlet for his pent-up frustration.

He could only express it in the most straightforward way.

"Of course, sir. Please wait a moment."

Lucy never missed an opportunity to make a sale.

She quickly retrieved a classic flap bag with a price tag of 80,000 yuan.

Li Chengqian wouldn’t be able to afford anything more expensive.

Lucy was experienced; she knew exactly how to make a man suffer by forcing him to spend far beyond his means just to save face.

"Sir, this is the classic flap bag designed by Karl Lagerfeld..."

Lucy gave a highly professional presentation before finally stating the price.

"This bag is priced at 82,000 yuan. It would suit the lady by your side perfectly."

"Honey, I love this bag so much!"

Han Yue’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the black lambskin flap bag and its eighty-thousand-plus price tag.

"Er..."

Li Chengqian had sobered up by now.

If it were a bag that cost twenty or thirty thousand, he might have just gone along with it and bought it.

But a bag worth over eighty thousand was several months’ salary for him.

Worse, he’d be giving it to Han Yue, a woman he hadn’t even managed to sleep with yet.

’If it were for his ex-wife, Miduo, he might have actually considered it.’

"Yueyue, the design of this bag is a little plain. Why don’t we look at some others?"

Caught in a bind, Li Chengqian shamelessly tried to persuade Han Yue otherwise.

"No, I want this one,"

Han Yue wasn’t stupid. She stated her intentions with a pout.

’This old guy is so shrewd. It’s usually not easy to trick a bag out of him.’

’An opportunity like this is rare. I have to make him bleed for it, no matter what.’

"President Li, if you’re not buying it, I’ll buy it for my wife."

Qi Sheng offered a perfectly timed assist, provoking Li Chengqian even further.

Especially when Qi Sheng called Miduo "wife"—a title he alone used to have the right to use.

"Thank you, darling."

Miduo happily gave Qi Sheng a kiss.

She didn’t actually care about the bag; she was just playing along with him.

’As for whether Li Chengqian would be angered to death...’

’What did that have to do with her?’

"Buy it! This bag! We saw it first!"

Li Chengqian’s rage meter shot up. He pulled out his wallet and took out his bank card.

"Right away, sir."

With lightning speed, Lucy presented the POS machine to Li Chengqian.

"It’s only eighty thousand. Nothing at all."

Li Chengqian suppressed the ache in his wallet and slowly signed his name on the receipt.

"Lucy, in a bit, get me one of these bags in white, pink, and black."

Qi Sheng gave Li Chengqian no chance to show off, countering with the grand gesture of buying three bags.

"Of course, President Qi."

Beaming, Lucy quickly looked toward Li Chengqian.

She loved watching men flaunt their wealth.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Li Chengqian didn’t dare try to compete with Qi Sheng and completely ignored Lucy’s expectant gaze.

How could a working stiff like him ever compare to a man of Qi Sheng’s caliber?

’Lame.’

Lucy pouted.

She packed up Han Yue’s bag and handed it to Li Chengqian.

"Darling, wait for me. I’m just going to the restroom."

Han Yue secretly shot Qi Sheng a look and mouthed a few words to him.

"Duoduo, why don’t you go with Huahua and the others to try on some bags, and pick out a few matching outfits."

Qi Sheng patted Miduo on the back, and she obediently left his embrace.

"Darling, you can go have your fun, but be safe."

Miduo wasn’t an idiot. She could guess what the two of them, who had been making eyes at each other, were up to.

"Don’t worry. I never fight a battle I’m not sure I’ll win."

Qi Sheng had one hundred percent faith in the system.

’Since Lord Tong said Han Yue is safe, then she’s definitely safe.’

’As for her messy private life and low special score...’

’Why the hell should he care?’