My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 868 - 866: Want to Go?

"Hold up." Wen Qiao pinched Jiang Yao’s chin and turned her face straight: "You’ve said the sentimental stuff, if you really feel it’s nice having me with you, then don’t save money on me later."

"Is it okay to max out the card?"

"It’s okay," Wen Qiao replied without hesitation, "Anyway, you’ll have a time to pay it back in the future."

Jiang Yao: "..."

She knew this little brat wouldn’t make a losing deal.

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Shopping is always a woman’s healing potion. If shopping can’t heal your wounds, then you definitely haven’t spent enough.

This saying proved true. After an afternoon of shopping, Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao were laden with various logo-printed shopping bags of all sizes and shapes.

Wen Qiao’s little treasure trove seemed deep, as they shopped all afternoon without maxing out a card.

Towards the latter part, they got a bit tired from shopping and decided to take a spa break to rest a bit.

When they left the mall, the sky was completely dark, but they didn’t feel tired at all. Their spirits were high, not wanting to go home.

"At this time..." Wen Qiao checked her phone. They had had dinner in the mall, and it was already past nine in the evening. "Isn’t it time for nightlife to begin?"

Jiang Yao instantly understood. She glanced at the things in her hands and then at those in Wen Qiao’s, hesitating a bit: "Are you sure we should go like this?"

"Don’t worry about that. Just say if you want to go or not?"

After two seconds of silence, Jiang Yao nodded: Sure.

The largest mall in the city center is close to FS, so after Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao finished dinner at the mall, they sent their purchases over to FS.

When Wen Qiao sent a message to Fu Jinghen, he was in a meeting, so he sent Feng Li to pick her up.

Feng Li hurriedly ran out of the elevator with his assigned task and stopped short when he saw his boss lady and her manager alongside the pile of bags at their feet.

Had they moved the entire mall back here?

How did these two delicate girls, who seemed unable to carry anything, manage to bring back so much stuff?

He instinctively wanted to return to the elevator, but Wen Qiao had already spotted him.

Wen Qiao waved at him: "Special Assistant Feng!"

Feng Li resignedly walked over with a bright smile: "Hello, Boss Lady."

"Good, good, thanks for making the trip," Wen Qiao grinned as she pointed at the pile of stuff on the ground, "Just hand these over to Fu Jinghen later."

Feng Li looked at the bags and swallowed involuntarily, nodding: "Alright."

He took out his car keys and handed them to Wen Qiao: "The car is parked on the B1 level near the elevator door, easy to find."

Wen Qiao took the keys, thanked him, and then headed with Jiang Yao to the B1 parking lot.

"Goodbye, Boss Lady."

After watching them leave, Feng Li looked at the pile of bags with concern, scratching his forehead, and noticed the receptionist from the corner of his eye. He beckoned to her: "Could you help out?"

Receptionist: "..."

Could she still escape now?

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The neon lights of Wutong Street glimmered at night, painting the whole street in bright colors as if it were daylight.

The "West Street" bar located on Wutong Street was a notorious money pit in Jiang City, where heaps of stars, who were usually hard to spot, frequently appeared.

A silver sports car parked steadily at the entrance of the West Street bar, and both the driver and passenger doors opened simultaneously.

Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao got out of the car, walking into the bar to the rhythm of the music inside.