Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion Chapter 237 - Yes! My Wife!

Chapter 237: Yes! My Wife!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“These have been prepared for you alone.” Mo Jiangye’s voice rang out sulkily.
Yao Tiao’s face darkened as she witnessed this loving affection between the couple again.
“I can’t stand all this mushiness between you two.” With clenched teeth, she shoved the snacks back into her friend’s arms.
“There are some snacks on the side,” added Mo Jiangye.
Her gaze shifted and landed on the small box right beside her.
She reached over for the box and saw that it was filled with snacks upon opening it. “He he… Thanks, Young Master Mo. You’re the best.”
The man maintained a poker face as he continued driving the car. Inwardly, however, he was thinking, How can the snacks my woman is eating be the same as yours? There’s a huge difference between the custom handmade snacks I got for her and the ones I ordered the servants to buy off the shelves for you.
“I’ll go shop for clothes first before going to the supermarket with you,” Ye Erruo told her husband.
“Okay!”
Soon, the man parked the car in the carpark of a luxurious shopping mall.
“Welcome.”
Yao Tiao’s desire to shop exploded the moment she stepped into a boutique. She dragged Ye Erruo straight to the section with the latest designs.
“Xiao Ruo, help me pick out a fabulous outfit that can charm the pants off men.”
Her enthusiasm made Ye Erruo laugh. “You can consider choosing a dress.”
She had never seen her friend in a dress. She was always in shirts and pants—separate pieces that needed to be matched.
“A dress?” The other lady furrowed her brows in puzzlement. “Hm… Men seem to like women in dresses, huh?”
That made her grin even wider. “Yeah. Ji Sichen, in particular. I remember him mentioning that he finds women in dresses the sexiest.”
“Alright. A dress it is!” Yao Tiao headed straight for the dress section and began browsing through the selection.
Minutes later, she walked out of the fitting room feeling awkward. “Xiao Ruo, how’s this piece?”
“Not bad.” Ye Erruo, who was sitting on Mo Jiangye’s lap, turned toward him. “What do you think?”
He gave an expressionless reply. “Ugly.”
That curt remark was akin to an icy arrow piercing Yao Tiao’s heart!
“I’ll change into another piece then.”
A while later, she came out wearing a new dress. “What about this?”
“It’s better than the first one.”
The man, who was fiddling with his wife’s hand, raised his head coldly. “Ugly.”
Dejected, she headed back to the fitting room to try on another dress. “X-Xiao Ruo, I like this dress.”
Ye Erruo’s eyes lit up. “Not bad at all! This piece suits you very much. You look really pretty in this number.”
Delighted, she carefully glanced at the solemn man. His wife looked over at him and said, “This is—”
“Ugly.”
“My dear Young Master Mo, is there anything you find nice?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“Yes! My wife!” he coldly retorted.
“Ugh!” She then stormed back to the changing room and changed into a tube dress.
This time, however, after checking herself out in the mirror, she immediately wanted to head back into the fitting room. “Nope, not this one. This one is too revealing.”
“It looks pretty good on you.”
This time, Mo Jiangye expressed his opinion before they could even ask him. “Ugly.”
She rolled her eyes at him in return. “Yeah, yeah. Your wife is the prettiest of them all.”
“I’ll go change into this.” Ye Erruo reached for the long dress she had chosen and set aside.
“Okay.” He released the woman from his embrace.
Minutes later, the curtains of the fitting rooms swooshed, revealing the two friends who stepped out of their respective booths.
“I don’t need your opinion, Young Master Mo,” Yao Tiao hastily said.
“Beautiful.”
She stretched her ears. “Come again?”
“Stunning!”
She was overjoyed to hear that. Gosh. What a surprise! Young Master Mo actually said this piece is nice on me. Eh? Something’s not right…
She then turned her head and followed his line of vision, only to see that her friend, who was also done changing, was standing outside the booth next to hers.