Chapter 795: 783 Tears at a Pull

Strolling the streets……so tired……

After an hour, Zheng Ren was dog‑tired.

A street of shining marble shops, smiling attractive clerks, everything just looked beautiful. In less than an hour, Zheng Ren had exhausted all his energy, his head buzzed and ached, accompanied by nausea, not yet vomiting, but he estimated he was close to vomiting his stomach contents.

When women go shopping, it's like they transform—super powerful.

It's really scary—this is Zheng Ren's only thought.

Xiao Yi Ren is frail and weak, yet when she goes out shopping she gets more energetic the longer she walks. Looking at her condition, strolling home at seven or eight in the evening is completely normal, she doesn't feel tired at all, even though she barely slept after last night's surgery.

Zheng Ren tried to hide his fatigue, carrying seven or eight bags in his hands, all filled with his summer clothes for changing seasons.

Still, better not spoil the fun—after all, he's buying clothes for himself. Although Xiao Yi Ren didn't heed his advice, the price tags on every garment made Zheng Ren click his tongue, but……

He should try to perk up a bit.

Zheng Ren didn't want to spoil the mood, so he forced himself to stay alert and followed behind Xiao Yi Ren.

"Yi Ren, aren't you buying something for yourself?" Zheng Ren asked after leaving a men's wear store, swiping his card, and now holding two more bags.

"Hmm… I have clothes. During the time you vanished from the human world, I had all the clothes from Hai Cheng shipped over." Xie Yiren said, "I'm not missing much—I'll buy them for you first, then we'll talk after."

"……" Zheng Ren looked at the clothes in his hands, sighing speechlessly.

This is love, but this love is too heavy; Zheng Ren still feels that performing surgery would be more comfortable.

"Are you tired?" Xie Yiren asked absentmindedly while looking at the clothes in the boutique, imagining how Zheng Ren would look in them.

"Not tired, not tired." Zheng Ren, even if he were utterly foolish, wouldn't make a mistake on this question.

Saying that, Zheng Ren suddenly sensed a change in Xie Yiren's aura.

Ugh…… He immediately focused his attention, as if facing an emergency rescue.

"Miss Yi Ren, the new stock has arrived; I was just about to call you, and here you are." The boutique manager, who seemed quite familiar with Xie Yiren, stood at the door smiling and said.

"Really? How many styles? Limited edition?" Xie Yiren said as she walked in.

The manager glanced at Zheng Ren unnoticed, already forming a judgment about their relationship.

Zheng Ren looked up curiously and saw it was a GERBE boutique. As for what GERBE sold, Zheng Ren had no idea.

Upon entering, Zheng Ren regretted it.

This was a women's lingerie boutique with few styles, unlike a department store where all kinds of underwear are hung up, as if afraid people wouldn't notice.

"Miss Yi Ren, the newly arrived sheer silk style, retro nylon vibe, matches your temperament perfectly." The manager began chattering on.

She didn't say much, just briefly introducing a few new styles of stockings. Although it was a recommendation, it subtly carried the arrogance of a century‑old shop.

Zheng Ren didn't understand a word, glanced at the price, and clicked his tongue in disbelief.

Looking at the sheer stockings, how could they be so expensive?

Xie Yiren, however, liked them; she was familiar with the place and ordered two pairs each of several styles that fit her size.

"Zheng Ren, what do you think?" Xie Yiren asked instinctively while holding a pair of stockings.

She hadn't expected Zheng Ren's answer; she was just accustomed to this way of speaking, buying the stockings she liked and sharing her joy with Zheng Ren.

Seeing Xie Yiren's happy smile, Zheng Ren hesitated.

How should he praise her?

He definitely had to praise them, but he knew nothing about stockings. A grown man who understood stockings inside out… probably only someone like Su Yun would do such a thing.

Silence fell, and the gazes of the manager and the salesgirl fell upon him.

Zheng Ren felt sweat instantly appear on his forehead.

This……

"Are they durable?" Zheng Ren blurted out after holding his breath for 2.35 seconds.

The guide and the salesgirl both stared for a moment; in the GERBE boutique, it was the first time anyone had asked such a question.

"Sir, since 1904, GERBE has persisted in using the most luxurious, expensive materials and the most complex, unique knitting techniques to design and produce the highest‑quality stockings." The salesgirl explained professionally.

The guide and Xie Yiren were more familiar; upon hearing the salesgirl's words, she quickly nudged her with her elbow, smiling, and said: "Sir, they're not durable—they tear at a pull."

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

"……" Xie Yiren lifted her head, glanced bewilderedly at the manager and Zheng Ren, not knowing what they were communicating.

That answer left Zheng Ren sweating profusely.

Explain?

Not explain?

In the end he could only choose to lower his head, wondering if he really looked that lecherous.

The manager looked at Zheng Ren with a squinting smile, feeling he had already seen through the young man's inner mind.

After Xie Yiren finished paying and left, the salesgirl approached and asked: "Manager, why did you just say they tear at a pull?"

"Miss Yi Ren is our biggest client here." The manager said confidently, "Today, with the person who came with her, can you see anything special about him?"

"No, he looks ordinary, just dressed decently."

"Exactly, you think Miss Yi Ren could find an ordinary person? Families like hers care about matching social standing. Wealthy young people, bored, always play some tricks." The manager wore a smile of having everything under control.

"Ugh……"

"In our shop, who ever asks about durability?" The manager explained tirelessly, looking at Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren's backs, chuckling: "Those who look honest and simple are all disguises! Someone like him plays all sorts of tricks. It's a shame about the new stockings—they're artworks; I bet they'll be torn apart as soon as he gets home."

……

Zheng Ren didn't know what the manager had said; anyway, he ended up with a flushed face, head down, bags in hand, walking behind Xie Yiren.

"Zheng Ren, your luck is great today—you just happened to catch the new arrivals." Xie Yiren laughed, not understanding what the manager had said.

"Oh, what brand is this?" Zheng Ren quickly changed the subject.

"GERBE, a French brand. Every pair of GERBE stockings insists on being handmade locally in France, each process under strict quality control, finally hand‑finished to close the loops and seam the stocking tops and waistbands, to maintain GERBE's noble quality. Each season they release limited‑edition new items, highly collectible, each piece an artwork." Xie Yiren, well‑versed in GERBE, said offhand.

"By the way, what did you and the manager just say about tearing?"

An awkward atmosphere lingered, and at that moment Zheng Ren's phone rang.

Zheng Ren quickly stopped, set the bag down, pulled out his phone, his heart brimming with gratitude.

Whoever called, I must thank them.