Chapter 7 How Rich People Buy Clothes

• Qi Yushi finally knew what “there’s no need to collect them” meant when afternoon came.
• About less than an hour after Zhan Senyu had left, Qi Yushi was debating whether or not she would be stopped by Butler Shen should she attempt to go back when the doorbell rang.
• Maid Zhang went to answer the door.
• There, stood a neat-looking, middle-aged woman in office attire. She stepped inside, bowing before a seated Qi Yushi. “Good afternoon, Mrs Zhan.” she greeted. “My name is Chen Wei, and I am the business director of Galaxy Department store. I will be at your service today.”
• Before Qi Yushi could comprehend her words, Chen Wei waved someone in. The person then entered, pushing a clothing rack so high that it was taller than an average person inside. Hung on the rack was a diverse selection of the latest women’s fashion.
• Then followed another rack.
• And another.
• This went on until the living room had been filled with a total of eight clothing racks. After all the racks had been moved in, Chen Wei turned back to Qi Yushi. “Mrs Zhan, may I trouble you to rise so that we may take your measurements?” she queried respectfully.
• What? Is this a movie?
• Qi Yushi was stunned - it took her a moment to shake off the initial shock before she complied, standing up to allow two of the staff members to take her measurements.
• She carefully asked: “These...these are clothes for me?”
• “Yes, Mrs Zhan.” Chen Wei confirmed, flashing a professional smile.
• Qi Yushi was at a loss for words.
• After taking her measurements, the staff members noted them down before swiftly going to retrieve the suitable articles of clothing. Eight girls then appeared before her, standing in a line as each of them held up an article of clothing - looks like she did not even need to personally try on the clothes! “Mrs Zhan, are any of them not to your liking?” Chen Wei queried.
• Qi Yushi looked at the clothes. Hmm, they all look pretty nice. She shook her head, replying: “No, they’re fine.”
• “Yes. Mrs Zhan.” Chen Wei nodded, before turning to the eight girls. “Put everything in the cloakroom on the second floor.” she instructed.
• Following her instructions, a staff member proceeded to nimbly collect the clothing before carrying them all up to the second floor.
• “I, I didn’t say that I want everything!” Qi Yushi immediately exclaimed.
• She had not actually looked at the clothes closely - she had only said that they all looked fine out of courtesy.
• “Mrs Zhan, please do not worry. Mr Zhan had instructed us that as long as you feel that the clothes are more or less to your liking, you may take them.” Chen Wei informed. There was a hint of envy in her eyes.
• And so, the rest of the day went by like that - firstly, a lineup of clothes would be presented. Chen Wei would then ask whether or not they were to Qi Yushi’s liking, and the latter would then proceed to choose. This cycle then repeated over again - with most of the clothes ending up in the second floor.
• Once they had gone through all of the clothes - the eight clothing racks were pushed out - only to be followed by another eight, this time, all skirts.
• The cycle went on - from clothes to skirts, to pants and shoes...by the time the staff members were presenting a collection of Hermès bags for her to choose from, Qi Yushi had more or less been able to suppress her initial shock and display a calm exterior.
• However, she was still incredulous on the inside.
• Is this how rich people shop?? Isn’t this kind of extreme?!
• Did they actually bring the entire department store over? E-Even the underwear!
• After one whole afternoon of “shopping”, Qi Yushi felt like she was getting a little weary - her eyes were starting to hurt from looking at all the clothes and her back was starting to ache from sitting too long on the couch. On the other hand, the staff members displayed no sign of weariness - they all maintained a professional demeanor throughout. No doubt had they been trained well!
• When they were finally done, Qi Yushi collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted. Just then, she thought that she should give Zhan Senyu a call - and ask him just exactly what he meant by all this!
• The Imperial Court was the largest business entertainment club in City A - only the richest and the most powerful patronised the place.
• In a luxurious presidential suite situated on the top floor of the building, sat several young men, casually reclining on the sofa. A VIP service manager was at their service, diligently pouring them wine.
• Zhan Senyu sat in the middle of them all, one of his long, elegant legs overlapped over the other. He exuded an overpowering aura of elegance and nobility even when he was just sitting there, as though he were a king, high and mighty, overlooking his measly subjects.
• At this moment, his ocean deep eyes were looking upon the sight of his fellow young master friend caressing a petite model in disgust, grimacing at the display of affection.
• Sipping red wine from his glass and holding the beautiful woman in his arms closer, the man lazily leant back into the sofa - this was Ou Yanxi, the young master of one of the most influential family businesses in all of City A, which occupied almost half of the city’s technological industries. He lifted the beauty’s chin to kiss her, letting some of the red wine in his mouth flow into hers whilst doing so.
• Having not anticipated his actions, the beauty choked and coughed a little. Ou Yanxi laughed in amusement at her plight.
• Bai Jingchen, a senior officer in the military, held back his urge to kick him. “You bastard, didn’t you say that you’d behave and give big brother a good welcome when he came back? Yet you’ve brought along some cheap skank again.”
• As though she had not heard the insult, the beauty gulped down some red wine, flashing a bewitching smile before collapsing back into Ou Yanxi’s embrace as though she were boneless.
• Ou Yanxi had an unrestrained and flippant demeanor when it came to women - he was so willing to spend money on them that he had earned the label of being an infamous womaniser. Alas, despite none of the women beside him having ever lasted past three months, women continued to lust after him - craving to be one of his many women.
• Ou Yanxi chuckled as he caressed the beauty’s chin. “This is currently the most popular model, submissive and with a good personality. Come on, my darling Feifei, make a toast to all of the fellow young masters here.”
• Knowing that Ou Yanxi wanted to show her off, she giggled as she obediently obliged, pouring red wine into a wine glass with her slender arms. She then rose, moving in front of Zhan Senyu. “Young Master Zhan, Feifei makes a toast to you.”
• She then lifted her hand, drawing nearer to Zhan Senyu, her slim waist just ten centimetres away from his arm,
• Alas, Zhan Senyu was unbothered by her suggestive advances; instead, he glared at her. “Get lost.” he spat.
• Feifei did not know where she went wrong; however, not wanting to disappoint Ou Yanxi, she persisted in her task, giggling as she moved closer. “Young Master Zhan, come on, just drink one sip.”
• Her voice was a soft and pleasant-sounding thrill.
• No doubt she was a seductive little thing - no wonder Ou Yanxi wanted to bring her to this kind of private gathering. He wanted to show off his precious, pampered little thing.
• However, Zhan Senyu remained unmoved - the cold look in his eyes was almost frightening.
• Ruthlessly, he pushed Feifei aside - she fell onto the ground harshly, the red wine spilt on her. Her lower back had hit a corner of the coffee table - she was in so much pain that her eyes were starting to become red with tears.
• Despite the pain, Feifei refused to cry in front of the young masters - she knew that it would only amuse and satisfy them. Instead, she choked back her sobs and glanced pitifully at Ou Yanxi, pouting: “Young Master Ou…”
• His smile unchanging, Ou Yanxi merely reclined further into the couch lazily, waving her off indifferently. “Didn’t you hear Young Master Zhan’s words? Get lost!”
• Not daring to speak up for herself, Feifei immediately darted out of the presidential suite.
• The VIP service manager continued to pour wine for the young masters as though nothing had happened.
• Just then, Bai Jingchen turned to Zhan Senyu. “Has your bad habit not gone away?”
• Having all been born with a golden spoon in their mouths, these young masters had known one another since they were young and grew up together, such that they knew one another like the back of their hands.
• They had engaged in many bad things together in their youth, often acting flippantly and impudently.
• As such, this kind of talk was nothing new to them.
• Zhan Senyu casually raised a glass, wordlessly gulping some wine down.
• Ou Yanxi smirked. “Do you want me to introduce some women to you? I know all sorts of them, who knows, maybe one of them would appeal to you! What kind do you like? Models? Television hosts? Celebrities?”
• Something flashed in Zhan Senyu’s eyes upon hearing the word “celebrities”.
• This did not go unnoticed by Ou Yanxi - after all, he had known Zhan Senyu for more than twenty years now. He grinned. “Oh, you’re interested in celebrities? Just say the word, and I’ll search the whole nation to get you what you want.”
• Right when Zhan Senyu was about to respond, his phone rang.
• He picked it up - before he could even say anything, the voice on the other line went off at him rapidly like firecrackers. “Zhan Senyu, what are you doing?! What’s up with all of those clothes?”