A beautiful sales assistant came and went quickly. Soon, she selected two straight, slim-fit jeans, a white short-sleeved business T-shirt for men, and a dark blue classic triangular logo polo shirt.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man. Li Haochen, after changing into the new clothes and pants, could barely recognize himself. He looked so handsome.
He walked out, turning heads. It had to be said that Li Haochen was a natural clothes hanger. The slim-fit Prada outfit looked as if it were tailor-made for him. Coupled with his perfect height of 1.82 meters, he could definitely outshine the young idols on screen.
"How... how is it?" Li Haochen looked at Murong Yanran and asked awkwardly, scratching his head.
Murong Yanran walked over, smoothed Li Haochen's collar with her hands, and smiled with satisfaction. "Well, you look absolutely stunning. If you walk out now, I guarantee tons of girls will be asking for your WeChat."
"This casual outfit really looks custom-made for Mr. Li. He's truly handsome," the sales assistant chimed in with praise.
Being praised by the two women made Li Haochen feel a little shy, and he didn't know where to put his hands.
The beautiful sales assistant circled Li Haochen. She felt the clothes and pants she had picked out for him were excellent but still felt something was missing.
After a while, the sales assistant quickly walked away and returned with a pair of lace-up, spliced air-cushioned casual sports sneakers and a dark blue and black cowhide belt with a plate buckle.
After Li Haochen put them on, his entire demeanor was elevated. Even the sales assistant was almost smitten, and if Murong Yanran hadn't been present, she probably would have rushed to him.
Murong Yanran secretly praised the sales assistant's taste and was very satisfied. She asked him to go in and change into another outfit, and he emerged just as stunning.
"Miss, please wrap these up," Murong Yanran nodded in satisfaction and decided.
When the beautiful sales assistant heard this, her interest in Li Haochen instantly waned. Nothing was more attractive than commission.
"Why didn't you ask for my opinion?" Li Haochen muttered softly and turned towards the fitting room.
Seeing this, Murong Yanran immediately pulled Li Haochen back. "Don't change, just wear these."
"..."
"Hello, the total is 43,600. May I ask..." the sales assistant looked at the two of them, seemingly asking who would pay.
"You're really buying them?"
"What do you think?"
Li Haochen conceded and obediently went to pay. At the moment of payment, his chest felt as if it were pressed down by hundreds of pounds of stone, a sharp pain.
After exiting the Prada boutique, the two walked around the plaza. A handsome man and a beautiful woman were naturally the center of attention, giving Li Haochen a taste of celebrity life.
They walked and looked, mostly Murong Yanran pulling him along. They only looked, without buying anything, which greatly frustrated many shop owners.
Carrying a Hermès bag worth over two hundred thousand, they were initially thought to be major customers, but... alas! The shop owners were all astonished and began speculating that the Hermès and Prada were both high-quality fakes.
The couple paid no mind to the onlookers, strolling leisurely through various shops. Before long, they were holding a pint of Haagen-Dazs, almond vanilla.
Big brands were indeed big brands. They melted in the mouth, rich and smooth, leaving a lingering fragrance on the palate.
While delicious, the 84 yuan ice cream cup pained Li Haochen.
Of course, it was only a moment of pain. If Murong Yanran wanted to eat something, he would buy it no matter the price.
Murong Yanran ate her ice cream in small bites, extremely happy and feeling sweet inside, unsure if it was from happiness or the ice cream.
After buying clothes and eating ice cream, what else could a couple do on a date? Of course, it had to be a romance movie to heat things up.
"What should we watch?" Faced with the dazzling array of movies, Li Haochen felt overwhelmed. His family had not been well-off in the past, let alone watching movies, he rarely even went out. His knowledge of movie stars was limited to Hong Kong's "Four Heavenly Kings" and "Star Master."
"'Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?'"
"Uh... Love, of course I love you." Li Haochen blinked, overjoyed.
Murong Yanran was amused, covered her mouth, and chuckled. "I meant watching the movie *Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow*."
Li Haochen's old face turned red. He muttered softly, "Who knew that was the movie title?"
For watching a movie, this was standard procedure. Li Haochen bought the tickets and returned with a large bucket of popcorn and two cups of non-iced cola.
Upon entering the cinema, the dim and soft lighting, coupled with the light and pleasant piano music, created a very comfortable environment. More importantly, the seats in this theater were semi-circular, elevated sofa-style couple seats, offering excellent privacy.
The couple found their assigned seats. Along the way, they saw many couples showing affection, and even one or two pairs were... ah... it made both of them blush.
Li Haochen secretly glanced a few times during that period, feeling envious. After satisfying his curiosity, his waist suffered.
A few minutes later, all the lights were turned off, leaving only the light emanating from the screen.
Halfway through the movie, it was just okay. It was bland and uneventful, with no particularly exciting plot. Only the kiss around the 75-minute mark, a brief few seconds, ignited the passion of all the couples in the full house, and soft sobbing sounds immediately filled the air.
The entire venue was filled with an amorous atmosphere. Li Haochen and Murong Yanran dared not even breathe loudly, sitting up straight. Occasional bumps of their arms felt like electric currents coursing through them, causing a tingling sensation and an unbearable itchiness.
Li Haochen's heart pounded rapidly, thumping like a drum. He took a few deep breaths and reached for Murong Yanran's small hand. The moment they touched, they both trembled, their heartbeats quickening again. Murong Yanran lowered her head to look at the floor, biting her lower lip, her face flushed to the point of sweating. She felt nervous yet a little expectant.
As if tied together by Cupid's red thread, their butts involuntarily moved towards each other, getting closer and closer. Their clasped hands then turned into interlocked fingers.
Li Haochen, with a surge of courage he didn't know where it came from, slowly lowered his head. Sensing his approach, Murong Yanran became even more nervous, gripping the hem of her skirt until it wrinkled.
Murong Yanran gently lifted her head, closed her eyes, her mind going blank.
At the very instant their lips were about to meet, all the lights in the cinema suddenly turned on, startling them both. They quickly turned their faces away.
Li Haochen slapped his thigh in frustration and grumbled angrily, "Damn it, why did it end so soon? I'm not watching any movie under two hours from now on, damn it."
Looking at the couples walking past with flushed cheeks, he felt a pang of jealousy and resentment. It was so close! Li Haochen's gaze was like that of a dissatisfied wife who hadn't had enough, filled with lingering resentment.
This expression amused Murong Yanran. She smiled and said, "Let's go, or they'll kick us out."
"Oh~"
As Li Haochen stood up, Murong Yanran quickly stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips, then skipped away with her hands behind her back, beaming. "Let's go!"
Li Haochen, stunned like a wooden chicken, only reacted a moment later, standing there傻愣傻愣 (stupidly dazed). His mouth was almost splitting from smiling.
"Wife, wait for me..."