My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 249 - 247: Are You Even a Woman?

Chapter 249: Chapter 247: Are You Even a Woman?

Song Qian lifted his eyelids to look at Wen Qiao again, exuding an air thick with grievance.

Lin Ruochun spoke up at just the right moment: "He’s getting anxious."

"Then let’s hurry up and go."

Wen Qiao hooked Lin Ruochun’s shoulder and led her around a corner, heading towards the exit.

At this point, Song Qian had ten seconds until his "respawn." He heard Wen Qiao’s voice drift into his ears—

"Why worry, Little Lu Ban? Can’t even outrun enemies, let alone get a girlfriend. Isn’t that just dragging down the girl’s gene pool?"

"Wen Qiao!" Song Qian shot up from his chair, "I heard that!"

He received nothing but a nonchalant wave from the retreating figures and an exceedingly insincere—

"Oh, then I’ll keep it down."

"......"

Song Qian lowered his head to look at his legs, then, realizing that he was actually affected by Wen Qiao’s words, he abruptly looked up again.

I’m 183 centimeters tall; how could my legs possibly be short.

That’s ridiculous.

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Celebrities film daily in the film and television city, greatly stimulating consumption there. Next to it, there’s a large shopping mall—the first and second floors sell sports brands and other reasonably priced labels, while the third to fifth floors feature high-end luxury shops. The top two floors above the fifth are dining areas.

After entering, Wen Qiao and Lin Ruochun headed straight for the third floor.

Lin Ruochun thought she shopped crazily until she realized today what ’There’s always someone better’ really meant.

In less than an hour, both their hands were almost full, with items belonging to both her and Wen Qiao, but mostly Wen Qiao’s.

Once inside a store, Wen Qiao didn’t even bother trying things on. She simply told the salesperson her size, had the items bagged, and swiped her card—the entire series of actions took less than ten minutes.

The way she threw money around, treating it like dirt, left Lin Ruochun staring agape.

When Wen Qiao picked up a dress that was almost identical to a red velvet one she bought twenty minutes ago, Lin Ruochun stopped her.

Wen Qiao looked at her, puzzled: "What’s up? You like it? I’ll give it to you."

"It’s not that, I don’t like it." Lin Ruochun looked at her and said seriously, "Calm down a bit. You’re not short on clothes. Are you really going to wear all these clothes you’re buying all at once? Moreover, the dress you’re holding now is practically the same design as the one you bought from the shop next to the next shop twenty minutes ago."

After saying that, even Lin Ruochun herself was startled for a moment. Before today, if anyone had told Lin Ruochun that one day she would utter the words "Calm down, you won’t finish wearing all these clothes," she would have thought that person was crazy.

Women don’t buy clothes because they need them.

Indeed, after she said that, the look Wen Qiao gave her seemed to read "Are you even a woman?"

Lin Ruochun: "......"

"I don’t buy clothes because I need them, it’s because my wardrobe needs them, you understand? And how can you say these two dresses are nearly the same? One has a high slit V-neck design, the other a high-low square neck design—they are very different, okay?"

Wen Qiao brushed off Lin Ruochun’s gripping hand, and then glanced at her: "Go back and look at the closet full of jeans you have, the flared pants of the same style you bought two of, just in different colors. How can you have the cheek to talk about me?"

Lin Ruochun: "......"