Rong Yan emerged from the bathroom, "Alright, let’s go!"
"Okay," Qin Ye nodded and then they both headed out.
Once they left the hotel, Qin Ye pointed towards the left front and said, "Let’s go there, there’s a department store over there, it’s the largest in the city."
Rong Yan followed the direction he was pointing and saw the towering building.
It looked close by, a perfect walk away.
So, the two of them headed in that direction.
It was only a five or six-minute walk.
Upon arriving, Rong Yan noticed the department store was quite crowded.
Qin Ye turned his head to look at her, "Shall we start on the first floor?"
Rong Yan nodded, "Sure."
The first floor had shoes as well as gold jewelry and the like.
As they passed the gold counter, Qin Ye seemed to slow down.
Noticing he had stopped, Rong Yan couldn’t help but look at him.
"Rong Yan, let me buy you a ring! Just so happens I want to buy one too, we can get a matching pair."
Their marriage was so hastily arranged, neither of them was in the right frame of mind at the time and naturally did not buy anything... Suddenly, he felt like he wasn’t being decent.
Since they decided to get married, no matter the reason, he should have given her some money at the time, what needed to be bought should be bought.
As a result, he hadn’t spent a penny but got a wife.
"No need, I don’t like wearing them," Rong Yan found it hard to imagine herself wearing a gold ring.
Moreover, she and he... might have to part ways sooner or later, there was no point in buying it.
Hearing this, Qin Ye felt somewhat disappointed.
He genuinely wanted to buy one, but if she did not want to... then there really was nothing he could do.
"Then I’ll buy one, you help me pick it out, I don’t understand this stuff."
Saying this, his eyes sparkled as he looked at Rong Yan.
Rong Yan had already known his eyes were attractive... that gaze full of ’you’ at the moment indeed made it hard for anyone to say no.


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