CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82 MO YINHE: WANT TO SPREAD MY OWN SCANDAL 1

The driver pulled up to the largest, most bustling, and most high-end shopping mall in the Imperial Capital, parking the car in the underground lot. After they disembarked, they took the elevator directly to the third floor.

The third floor hosted the world’s most famous top-tier women’s clothing brands. Clothes here were generally very expensive and luxurious, and those who shopped here usually had to spend a fortune.

Mo Yinhe knew this all too well, as he used to frequently bring her here to buy clothes.

Besides, if his sister wanted to extort him, she would treat him like a walking ATM and drag him along to accompany her clothes shopping.

After they entered a women’s clothing boutique, Mo Yinhe picked up a coat that caught his eye for her to try on.

Si Mingjing looked surprised.

She thought Mo Yinhe had come to the mall to buy clothes for himself. Had he come to buy for her instead?

Si Mingjing shook her head and didn’t try it on. "Mr. Mo, thank you for your kindness, but I don’t need you to buy clothes for me."

"Mingjing, you’re overthinking things," Mo Yinhe said with a devilish smile. He called her Mingjing, his magnetic voice so pleasant it seemed to linger in the air.

Mo Yinhe found her new name, Mingjing, which meant ’clear mirror,’ quite beautiful, and he enjoyed calling her by it.

Mo Yinhe placed the coat in her hands. "Your figure is similar to my sister’s. I want to buy it for her; I just need your help to try it on."

As he spoke, he looked at her intently. Si Mingjing could read the teasing in his deep gaze, which made her feel a bit embarrassed.

She took off the cashmere coat she was wearing and put on the one Mo Yinhe had chosen, acting as a fitting model and pretending not to be embarrassed.

Mo Yinhe looked it over twice, unsatisfied, and asked the sales assistant, "Are there other colors?"

The sales assistant, recognizing Mo Yinhe, was both excited and awed, their voice trembling slightly. "Mr. Mo, we also have oatmeal and beige."

"Bring them over for her to try," he instructed.

The sales assistant scurried off to fetch the clothes.

After they were brought back, Si Mingjing tried on both colors.

Mo Yinhe propped his chin on his hand, rubbing his jaw as he picked and chose with discernment, not displaying the perfunctory attitude other men often showed when accompanying women shopping. He was enjoying the process, earnestly commenting, "The oatmeal color suits you better."

Then, Mo Yinhe selected a good dozen more cashmere coats, each priced around thirty or forty thousand. Si Mingjing tried on each one.

It’s often said that men have the least patience for shopping for clothes with women, yet Mo Yinhe, the Crown Prince perpetually busy with endless affairs, seemed even more interested in browsing than Si Mingjing. He had Si Mingjing try on any piece that caught his eye. Afterwards, he would sit on the sofa provided for customers, his alluring long legs crossed, leisurely watching his baby change outfits.

His baby had a good figure and lovely features. Whatever clothes he picked looked invariably dazzling and stunning on her.

Si Mingjing, worn out from trying on clothes, whispered softly, "How many clothes are you planning to buy for your sister?"

Mo Yinhe let out a low, alluring laugh. "Eighty or a hundred pieces at least. I don’t like to see her wear the same clothes twice—it would look as if I don’t cherish her enough. Mingjing, remember this: a man who’s reluctant to buy clothes for a woman isn’t worth marrying. He lacks both financial means and charm."

Eighty or a hundred pieces?

Wouldn’t she be exhausted to death trying on that many?

Si Mingjing murmured softly, "It must be wonderful to be your sister."

"It’s even more wonderful to be my woman. You could consider it," Mo Yinhe coaxed earnestly.

Too bad you’re already taken. I don’t want to be a substitute for Xiaobai’s mother, Si Mingjing thought to herself.

Si Mingjing didn’t respond and continued to act as a fitting model. Once they finished with one store, they moved on to the next. Si Mingjing almost wanted to give him a nickname: "King of the Shopping Spree"!

It turned out that when men truly committed to a shopping spree, women were simply no match for them.