383: Only the Poor Needed to Make Choices

Only the Poor Needed to Make Choices

He looked at the bag the employee was holding and found it pretty good indeed. He nodded and said, "Mm, I want all three colors."0

The employee's eyes lit up, and she broke into a wider smile. "Alright. Please hold on, Mister. We'll get it wrapped up right now."

The employee was so happy to have sold three bags at a go.

Qiao Mianmian was stunned. "You bought three of them?"

"Yes."

"But, I only intended to get one."

Mo Yesi smiled. "Buy a few more since you like it. Money isn't a problem. Didn't I already say I was paying for it?"

He'd especially shopped with her, not just for her to get a gift for someone else.

Moreover, Wei Zheng said that all women liked bags.

Of course, he would have to get her a few more.

Qiao Mianmian said, "But this is my gift to Luo Luo. How could I let you…"

Before she finished her sentence, he cut her off and said, "We're already husband and wife. My money is your money as well, what difference does it make to spend mine?"

There was no response.

This… sounded logical.

"But you didn't have to buy all three colors of the same design."

That was too extravagant.

"You don't like the other two colors?"

"I do, but…"

"Since you like it, get it. It's not as if we're short of money."

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

Indeed, only the poor needed to make choices.

The rich didn't have to.

So, it seemed like her decision-making crisis boiled down to the fact that she didn't have money.

Would she have this problem if she was rich?

…

Qiao Mianmian intended to leave the mall after they got the bags.

They'd spent hundreds of thousands in yuan already.

Although it was Mo Yesi who swiped his card, her heart ached too.

But Mo Yesi seemed like he wanted to shop some more. He carried the shopping bags voluntarily. This was but the Chairman of the Mo Corporation, completely at ease with having shopping bags in his left and right hands.

"We're leaving already?"

He was shocked when he heard that Qiao Mianmian was done shopping. "You don't want to shop anymore? There's nothing else you want? Since we're already here, we might as well get more."

This expenditure was way too little to Mo Yesi.

He wanted to spend more on his woman.

Yan Shaoqing spent millions in yuan on the women he slept with.

How could Mo Yesi's wife, Young Madam Mo, only spend 400,000 yuan shopping?

Qiao Mianmian said, "… There's nothing else I want, actually. It's not early anymore, we should go back."

If they stayed any longer, it would likely be another few hundred thousand yuan out of his pocket.

Mo Yesi went quiet for a while, then said, "There's a jewelry store downstairs, do you want to see it?"

Qiao Mianmian winced. "There's no need for that."

"What about clothes and shoes?" Mo Yesi didn't want to leave just yet. He wanted to get more for her. "You want some?"

Qiao Mianmian said, "… Butler Lei En has bought a lot already. I haven't even taken out the tags for many of them."

"But, don't women always want more clothes?" Mo Yesi seemed to be thinking very hard. "What about skincare products? Anything you need?"

There was no response.

Qiao Mianmian looked at the man beside her and how hard he was trying to get her to buy something. She was amused as she asked, "Mo Yesi, are you trying to keep me in the momentum of spending and buying?"

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