Guan Juer nervously tugged at Chen Cheng's sleeve. "Brother Cheng, there are models too?"

Chen Cheng smiled. "You'll know in a moment."

"Today, just watch carefully, and tell me if you see anything you like."

"Oh~" Guan Juer was still nervous, her voice sounding faint.

Not long after, the sales manager returned with several rolling clothing racks.

"Mr. Chen, Miss Guan, it will take a little more time to put the outfits together. Shall we look at some other things first?"

Chen Cheng nodded; he had nothing better to do anyway.

Seeing Chen Cheng agree, the manager waved her hand, and the two sales assistants behind her immediately and carefully pushed the racks, which were filled with bags and clothing, in front of the two.

Chen Cheng scanned them; they were all bags and clothing from the store's own brand.

With his eye for style, only one or two of the bags were decent—simple and elegant, without flashy logos or exaggerated designs.

Chen Cheng looked at Guan Juer, wanting to ask for her opinion.

As it turned out, there was no spark in Guan Juer's eyes; it was as if she was naturally uninterested in such things.

Chen Cheng frowned, then thought about it—it was better to let her see how wealthy people consumed first, let her digest it, and then teach her.

Chen Cheng pointed to the two bags he found acceptable. "Keep these two for now. The others..."

"Bring out the next batch!"

...

The speed at which Chen Cheng called for the next batch made the entire store highly nervous.

After Chen Cheng had called for it three or four times, the store manager breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the whisper from her subordinate.

She looked at Chen Cheng and Guan Juer. "Mr. Chen, Miss Guan, the outfits have been assembled, and the models are in position. Shall we begin now?"

Chen Cheng nodded. "Let's begin. The bags selected earlier can be paired with the outfits."

The beautiful female manager nodded; she had already thought of that in advance.

She waved her hand, and the models began to enter.

Actually, calling them models wasn't quite accurate; for these temporary display occasions, sales assistants with suitable figures filled in.

The first model wore a light gray short-sleeved top, paired with loose straight-leg trousers, a pair of small black leather shoes, and a black bucket bag slung over her shoulder.

The overall vibe was clean and capable.

The second...

Guan Juer felt a bit dizzy as the models walked by her one after another.

She had never imagined that one could buy clothes like this.

Meanwhile, Chen Cheng was checking items off on the tablet handed to him by the beautiful female manager.

It contained a detailed list of all the clothing, bags, and accessories on each model.

He would check off the corresponding numbers for the items he was satisfied with.

If there were unsuitable items, he would cross them out and have the store replace them.

Guan Juer tugged at Chen Cheng's arm and asked timidly, "Brother Cheng, do you usually buy clothes like this?"

Chen Cheng looked at her adorable appearance and couldn't help but smile. "No, I rarely appear in luxury stores."

"Most of the time, I shop online, and for a small portion, like suits, they are usually custom-made."

"But this is quite good—efficient and solves the problem quickly."

Guan Juer was stunned and began to reflect on herself.

Am I too decadent? Thinking about getting off work while at work, thinking about Wednesday on Monday, looking forward to the weekend on Wednesday...

In the end, Chen Cheng insisted on selecting eighteen sets of commute outfits for Guan Juer.

It cost nearly two million, with the bulk going into the bags, watches, and jewelry; the other clothes, skirts, and shoes added up to less than 300,000.

Seeing seven or eight sales staff from various brands lining up with POS machines to swipe cards, she was completely shocked.

So, paying the bill could also be done in this way.

Guan Juer walked out of the store, her steps a bit unsteady.

"Brother Cheng, this is too expensive," Guan Juer said, sitting in the car, still staring blankly at the Piaget Polo on her wrist.

Chen Cheng smiled and took the hand wearing the watch. "Silly girl, a good watch suits a beautiful woman."

Driving, Eleven rolled her eyes and tactfully pressed the button for the electric partition.

Guan Juer's little face flushed crimson, and she gave a coquettish huff. "Hmph, Brother Cheng, you're just sweet-talking me."

Chen Cheng reined in his smile. "Although I am keeping as low-profile as possible, there will still be some banquets and parties that I cannot refuse."

"A female companion is always indispensable."

"We can't always just scramble to find a dress last minute like last time, can we?"

"Or are you saying you want me to take another female companion to such business gatherings?" As he said this, a wicked smile hung on the corner of Chen Cheng's mouth.

"That's not it at all," Guan Juer immediately denied it.

Accompanying Chen Cheng to such public occasions was an acknowledgment of her status as his girlfriend.

She wouldn't be stupid enough to push such an opportunity to someone else.

"That's right," Chen Cheng said, guiding her patiently. "So, you need to slowly adapt to this kind of consumption and understand this so-called fashion."

"But don't get truly immersed in it. Luxury goods, in the final analysis, are nothing more than a fantasy woven by capital for the poor."

"It can be a tool for socializing, but it cannot be a pursuit."

Guan Juer nodded thoughtfully, a bit playfully. "Mm~ I know, Teacher Chen~"

Chen Cheng was also amused by her; he chuckled twice and looked at the flashing streetscape outside the window.

"Brother Cheng, aren't we going home? Where are we going?"

The corners of Chen Cheng's mouth curled up slightly; Guan Juer already subconsciously regarded 1288 as their home.

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "I have also prepared a surprise for you."

"What?" Guan Juer's mouth curled up, and she looked at Chen Cheng with anticipation.

"I already said it's a surprise, don't be impatient, you'll know in a while."

After a little less than half an hour, Guan Juer looked at the large shield logo on the park building outside the car window and asked with a frown:

"Brother Cheng, are you... going to buy me a car?"

Chen Cheng smiled and didn't speak.

It wasn't a gift that could be kept in one's pocket and revealed at the end; it was normal to make the connection upon seeing the 4S dealership sign.

Before the car had even steadied, the sales staff in the store had already come over to greet them.

They led the two toward the lobby.

Walking to the spot, the first thing that came into view was a silver convertible sports car.

Guan Juer looked at the white balloons and the white roses that were spread from the passenger seat all the way to the ground, feeling a bit dazed.

On a sign in front of the car, it clearly read, "Congratulations to Miss Guan Juer for becoming the owner of a prestigious Porsche 911 Targa 4S."

Chen Cheng asked with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Guan Juer's mouth flew up, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and she nodded quickly.

"Mm-hmm~ I like it."

Chen Cheng's mouth curled slightly; these days, even monks are driving Mercedes-Benzes.

How could Guan Juer be any exception?

Being attracted to beautiful things, feeling surprised and happy, is the most normal of human nature.

Previously, Scum Cheng and Guan Juer had been in a platonic relationship, avoiding material extravagance.

This kind of love can be discussed, but it cannot be discussed forever.