Chapter 101: Chapter 88: Out with the Old, In with the New (Part 2)

Her eyebrows were like fine willow leaves—delicate and enchanting, perfectly full yet naturally dark, as if drawn with ink.

Her fine nose was perfectly proportioned, lending her a gentle, elegant air that still carried a hint of decisiveness.

Her full, plump red lips exuded the alluring charm of a woman in her prime.

Her cheeks, chin, and neck were all exquisitely smooth and supple, without a single wrinkle.

She looked every bit as good as a recent college graduate, and it was clear she spared no expense on her skincare.

This skin quality, so at odds with her actual age, was enough to make countless women her age—and even many who were younger—burn with envy.

Her body was tall, curvaceous, and alluringly mature.

It was barely contained within a white, tailored, short-waisted jacket and a matching hip-hugging miniskirt, straining at the seams with a full, voluptuous feel.

Below her snow-white neck and delicate collarbones, her chest jutted out like twin peaks, towering and magnificent.

The white, round-neck wool sweater she wore underneath was stretched into two exaggerated arcs, threatening to burst free at any moment.

What should have been a loose-fitting sweater looked exceptionally sensual on Miduo.

Any man who saw her would find his mouth going dry.

They’d wish for nothing more than to pull her into their arms and give her a good, hard squeeze.

The dramatic curve of her torso sloped downward to a soft belly and a slender, pliant waist.

Both had a slight, alluring plumpness.

She seemed a little fuller than what one might consider a "standard" beauty.

But because Miduo’s figure was so voluptuous, this extra touch of softness was perfectly proportioned and didn’t look the least bit bulky.

It gave her an exceptionally sensual waist-to-hip ratio, and her entire being radiated the maddeningly seductive charm of a mature woman.

The pure-white, hip-hugging skirt was stretched taut over her full, rounded, peach-like bottom.

Below the skirt were two stunningly long, perfectly proportioned, and voluptuously rounded legs, clad in sheer hose.

A pair of white tall boots further accentuated their length while adding a playful, youthful touch.

"Beautiful!"

Qi Sheng lost interest in his phone. Instead, he examined the data from the system scan and couldn’t help but nod.

[Name: Miduo]

[Age: 30]

[Height: 167cm]

[Weight: 55kg]

[Beauty: 88]

[Figure: 96 (D+)]

[Special: 98]

[Overall Rating: B]

While her beauty score was a bit lower than a top-tier stunner like Tan Hua, she was still a great beauty far beyond the reach of any ordinary man.

In fact, many female celebrities weren’t even this attractive in person.

Besides, Miduo’s figure was absolutely phenomenal.

A score of 96 and a D+ cup... among all the women Qi Sheng had ever met, her natural assets were second only to Zong Rui’s.

Looking at the shy, bashful Miduo before him, Qi Sheng decided without hesitation that he had to have her.

"We’ll take this outfit. Go pick out a few more."

"Just this one is fine. We can look at other brands later."

Miduo was all too familiar with Chanel’s prices.

They were just like LV—a single jacket could easily cost twenty or thirty thousand yuan.

An outfit like the one she was wearing would be well over a hundred thousand.

And while the sight of Qi Sheng swiping his card for her was incredibly dashing and made her heart flutter, it didn’t mean she was willing to let him get fleeced like a chump.

"I already told you, you’re listening to me today. The budget is 500,000. You and the saleswoman can figure out how to put the outfits together."

Qi Sheng truly wasn’t short on cash.

The system had already paid the first year’s rent for the Guangdong Association Hall.

There were also dedicated funds from a system reward for store renovations.

The five million he had originally set aside as start-up capital now seemed somewhat redundant.

He’d bought the car with his credit card.

Last month, he’d paid off a total of 630,000 on his credit cards and personal loans.

He gave Qiu Lei 50,000 for company registration fees and to handle dealings with the Bureau of Housing.

That left Qi Sheng with about 7.4 million in liquid assets at his disposal.

Spending 500,000 to buy Miduo some clothes was practically nothing.

"Thank you, honey."

Miduo’s enchanting, limpid eyes gazed at Qi Sheng, filled with tender affection.

For a woman, the simplest way to tell if a man loved her was to see how much money he was willing to spend on her.

Qi Sheng had casually dropped 500,000 on her—a married woman who was no longer a young, untouched maiden.

Miduo was moved beyond words.

Before, Miduo had felt both relieved and uncertain about her divorce.

She had escaped that prison, yes, but she couldn’t be sure how many of Qi Sheng’s sweet nothings would actually come true.

But now, seeing the burning desire in Qi Sheng’s eyes—the same impatient look from last night—all her worries faded.

Miduo felt completely at ease, and even a little thrilled.

’My charm hasn’t faded. At least, he’s completely captivated by me.’

"Mrs. Qi, right this way, please. Let me put together a few more outfits for you."

Faced with a 500,000-yuan sale, Lucy had tactfully changed how she addressed her.

Hearing the title, a hint of delight blossomed on Miduo’s face.

Even if it was a title she couldn’t use in public, it felt much more comforting and legitimate than what the car salesman had called her.

As for the divorce papers, Qiu Lei had already sent them to Li Chengqian on her behalf.

In a way, she was already a free woman.

She wasn’t the least bit worried about whether Li Chengqian would sign them.

Qi Sheng had already told her that a professional lawyer would handle all the paperwork.

All she had to do was show up to receive her divorce certificate.

By the time she and Qi Sheng left the Chanel store, the sales associates and the manager were all lined up to see them off.

It seemed this was the only way to properly express their respect for these two VIP clients who had just spent half a million yuan.

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"I’m a sales associate myself, but I’ve never been treated with that kind of service."

"Darling, thank you!"

Miduo clung to Qi Sheng’s arm, deeply feeling just how blissful the life of a wealthy man’s wife could be.

On a typical day, she was the one dealing with arrogant, bossy wives like them.