Chapter 53. Liu Pingping’s Eyes Well Up

The salesgirl thought it was possible.

After all, these days, such couples seemed to be getting more and more common. Even though some women were older, thanks to modern skincare and lifestyle, they maintained their looks exceptionally well. Many men adored beautiful, elegant mature women.

Two women of the same age could look completely different—one well-maintained, the other weathered by life.

This woman looked about seven or eight years older than the man. It was entirely possible.

“What? I’m his mother.”

Liu Pingping finally laughed, unable to hold back.

Any woman would feel pleased after being complimented—though perhaps Ji Wanxian, with her aloof pride, was an exception.

But Liu Pingping was genuinely happy.

At forty-five, being mistaken for his girlfriend was the highest compliment she could receive.

The salesgirl was stunned.

This woman looked at most thirty-four. And even that was only because of her mature charm. If not for that, judging purely by her skin and figure, she could pass for even younger.

Forty-five? How could someone look this beautiful at that age?

“Ah! I’m so sorry, Auntie! I truly couldn’t tell!”

Her voice was completely sincere—nothing like the usual flattery she gave customers.

“Your skin is amazing! So fair and smooth!”

Li Mo silently marveled again at the power of genetics.

Yanyan will probably keep her looks and figure forever too.

Some things were just in the genes.

“It’s fine. Mom, just pick whichever one you like.”

Liu Pingping’s emotions were complicated.

Since Li Mo had already brought her here, she knew he wouldn’t let her leave without buying at least a few things. She decided to pick some cheap clothes—just a few hundred yuan’s worth—and then hurry him back to work.

Company matters were far more important. They concerned his future and career.

“Auntie, this white dress looks absolutely stunning on you!”

“Your aura is so refined—you must be very well-educated!”

The salesgirl’s praise lifted Liu Pingping’s mood.

Her intellect was her proudest asset. She was well-versed in business, too. Back when Su Xiaoxiao was running her cosmetics company, Liu Pingping’s guidance had helped her avoid many early mistakes.

“This blouse is too small for you—the buttons won’t close.”

…

“Auntie, these black stockings suit you perfectly!”

“Your legs are so shapely and proportionate—I’ve rarely seen such beautiful legs!”

“Auntie, this skirt was made for you!”

“Honestly, calling you ‘Auntie’ feels so wrong!”

The salesgirl kept up the enthusiastic sales pitch.

After Liu Pingping tried on several pairs of stockings, she sighed in admiration.

“Auntie, these stockings are just… perfect for you.”

“They match your elegance so well—I’ve never seen anyone wear them this beautifully before.”

Her voice was full of genuine envy.

Legs this flawless, paired so perfectly with sheer stockings, were a rare sight.

Liu Pingping tried on many outfits, but the moment she checked the price tags, she hesitated.

Everything here was far too expensive.

“Let’s forget it, Xiaomo. These clothes are overpriced.”

Li Mo didn’t argue.

“Alright, Mom. Let’s check out the shops further back.”

“You go ahead—I need to ask something first.”

Liu Pingping nodded and walked toward a handbag store.

Meanwhile, Li Mo approached the disappointed salesgirl.

“Pack up everything she just tried on.”

“Have them delivered to the entrance later.”

He was determined to strengthen his bond with Liu Pingping—spending money was the least of his concerns.

“Oh! Really? Sir, you’re so filial!”

“Could I… get your phone number?”

She had worked here for years and could spot the wealthy at a glance.

A man like Li Mo—rich, generous, and devoted to his mother—was a rare find.

With a little effort, maybe she could get somewhere with him.

Li Mo didn’t hesitate.

He left Ma Tengyun’s number.

“Mom, I’m back!”

He quickly caught up with Liu Pingping.

“This is a Chanel store.”

“I heard you’ve never owned a really nice bag.”

“Since you’re here today…”

“Let me buy you one.”

When Liu Pingping stepped inside and saw the astronomical prices, her heart nearly stopped.

Every item here cost tens of thousands.

Yes, they were beautiful—but the prices were outright unreasonable.

She had read luxury marketing articles before, knowing these bags were only for the ultra-rich.

But she never imagined the real prices would be this extreme.

“The cheapest bag is over 40,000 yuan.”

“The expensive ones go up to hundreds of thousands.”

Though shocked, Liu Pingping kept her composure.

No matter what, she would never let herself look like some wide-eyed country bumpkin.

“Mom, which one do you like?”

She browsed the selection and soon spotted an elegant black handbag.

Picking it up, she examined it carefully.

The admiration in her eyes was impossible to hide.

This bag had instantly won her heart.

But she couldn’t bear to let Li Mo spend so much.

By now, she truly saw him as half a son.

“Never mind. I don’t really like any of these. Let’s go somewhere else.”

The 120,000-yuan price tag made her retreat instantly.

This was pure extravagance.

How long would it take me to save that much?

If it were for something practical, fine—but a bag? That was just madness.

Twelve thousand could cover a student’s living expenses for years!

After Liu Pingping left the store, Li Mo quickly signaled the salesgirl to ring up the bag.

Seeing such a handsome, well-dressed man shopping with his mother, the salesgirl—just like the last one—asked for his number.

Again, Li Mo gave Ma Tengyun’s contact.

As for whether his wife would find out—he didn’t care.

They continued shopping until it was time to leave.

Under Li Mo’s insistence, he bought Liu Pingping over 10,000 yuan worth of bags, clothes, stockings, cosmetics, and daily necessities.

Of course, that was just what she knew about.

The additional 400,000 yuan worth of purchases? She had no idea.

“Xiaomo, spending over 10,000 is just… too much.”

“I’m not some young girl who obsesses over these things.”

Her heart swelled with emotion.

Tears welled up in her eyes again.

“I’m sorry, child. After the divorce… you suffered so much.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But now…”

“You’re spending all this money on me. I really don’t deserve it.”

Just then, a Chanel staff member approached.

“Sir, your bag has arrived.”

“Give it to my mom.”

Li Mo gestured to Liu Pingping.

The salesgirl hurried over, beaming.

“Auntie, you’re so lucky! This gentleman didn’t even blink while swiping 120,000 yuan for your bag!”