159: Chapter 159 A bigger one is better, just hug the golden rooster.

Luo Shiyun's fingers curled slightly in his palm, then slowly relaxed, letting him hold her hand.

The two walked out of the private room, crossed the corridor, and went down the stairs.

The scene shifted.

On the third floor of the Shopping Mall, people were coming and going.

The afternoon sunlight poured down from the glass skylight of the dome, landing on the marble floor and reflecting a warm glow.

A huge crystal chandelier hung from the dome, shining with a warm yellow light that blended with the sunlight, making the entire Shopping Mall look bright and warm.

The shop windows on both sides displayed various winter clothes—wool coats, down jackets, and knitted skirts—all worn by mannequins looking glamorous and bright.

The scent of coffee and bread drifted through the corridor, mixed with the faint, unique fragrance characteristic of the Shopping Mall.

It was crowded, mostly with young couples; the women held the men's arms, and the men carried shopping bags, strolling from one shop to another, chatting and laughing.

Wang Yang held Luo Shiyun's hand, and the two walked through the crowd.

Today, she was wearing that black turtleneck sweater, a dark gray woolen mini skirt, and black over-the-knee boots. Her hair was loose, with large, wavy curls cascading over her shoulders.

She wore light makeup, her lips were rosy, and she looked unbelievably beautiful.

But she kept her head down, her chin almost touching her collarbone, not daring to look at anyone.

Her fingers were clenched tightly in Wang Yang's palm, and her palms were sweaty.

Her steps were stiff, as if she were being led by a string.

Their fingers were interlocked, arms brushing against each other, staying very close.

Wang Yang sensed her nervousness, stopped, and looked down at her.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Shiyun looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head, blushing.

"No, nothing. It's just that there are so many people."

Wang Yang smiled.

"Why are you afraid of people? We aren't having an affair."

Luo Shiyun's face turned even redder, and she pinched his palm, not hard, like a cat scratching.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

"What nonsense? You are my woman, and I am your man. It's all open and aboveboard. Who dares to say anything?"

Luo Shiyun looked up at him and bit her lip.

"I, I'm just a little embarrassed. I'm older than you."

Her voice was very soft, barely audible by the end, and her face was flushed as if it were about to burn up.

Wang Yang was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

A few passersby looked over, swept their gazes over the two, and then looked away.

Wang Yang reached out and pinched her cheek.

"So what if you're a year older? 'A woman one year older, you'll be holding a golden hen.' You're bringing me good fortune."

Luo Shiyun looked at him with watery eyes.

"Really?"

Wang Yang took her hand and kissed it.

"Why would I lie to you? Besides, it's just one year; if you don't say it, who would know? Look at your face—people would believe you're twenty."

Luo Shiyun was stunned for a moment, then burst into a giggle.

That smile was like a ray of sunshine suddenly breaking through on a cloudy day, lighting up her whole face.

"You only know how to sweet-talk me."

Wang Yang looked at her with a smile.

"I'm not sweet-talking you. It's the truth."

Luo Shiyun's face was flushed, but her eyes were different now—they had a bit more sparkle and a bit more confidence.

She lifted her head, straightened her chest, and relaxed her fingers in his palm.

Wang Yang held her hand and continued walking forward.

She walked beside him, her steps much lighter, the corners of her mouth curled up, unable to be suppressed no matter how hard she tried.

Soon, the scene shifted.

The two walked into a women's clothing store.

The store was large, with a minimalist, high-end gray decor, and there weren't many clothes hanging on the racks.

But every piece had a sense of design, and one could tell at a glance that they weren't cheap.

Warm yellow spotlights shone on the clothes, highlighting the texture of the wool and cashmere exceptionally well.

Soft jazz played in the store, the piano music sounding languid, making one relax involuntarily.

A Saleswoman in a black uniform approached; she was in her early thirties, her hair was tied up, and she wore exquisite makeup.

Her smile was very comfortable, not the overly enthusiastic fake kind.

"Welcome. Sir, Madam, what would you like to look at?"

Wang Yang scanned the store.

"Let's look at sweaters and coats. Something suitable for her."

The Saleswoman's gaze fell on Luo Shiyun, sizing her up, and her eyes brightened.

"Madam has a really great figure. Our store just received a batch of new arrivals, and there are a few pieces that are particularly suitable for your temperament."

She led the two inside and took a beige turtleneck sweater off the rack.

The fabric was cashmere, feeling as soft as a cloud to the touch, shimmering with a gentle luster under the lights.

"Madam, look at this one. It's 100% cashmere, and it's very comfortable worn against the skin. The color also complements your skin tone, making it look fairer."

Luo Shiyun glanced at the price tag, her eyes widened slightly, and she pinched Wang Yang's palm gently.

Wang Yang smiled, not bothering to look at the price tag.

"Try it on."

Luo Shiyun took the sweater and followed the Saleswoman into the fitting room.

Wang Yang sat on the sofa outside waiting, casually picked up a magazine to flip through, then put it down.

A few minutes later, the fitting room door opened.

Luo Shiyun walked out.

The beige cashmere sweater clung to her, as soft as a thin layer of cloud.

The turtleneck design accentuated her long neck and slender waist, while the full curve of her chest was outlined perfectly by the sweater.

The hem of the sweater was tucked into the woolen mini skirt, revealing a section of her calf wrapped in black stockings.

She stood at the entrance of the fitting room, the light spilling down from above, landing on her, making her look as if she were plated with a soft glow.

Her face was flushed, her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes, looking at Wang Yang nervously.

"Does, does it look good?"

Wang Yang looked at her, his eyes brightening.

"It looks good."

The Saleswoman on the side was also stunned, and upon realizing it, she quickly complimented her.

"Madam, you look so suitable in this! This color is simply tailored for you. Your skin is fair, and wearing this beige color really highlights your temperament."

She walked around Luo Shiyun, clicking her tongue in admiration.

"And your figure is really too good, your waist is so thin, and your chest—ahem—your curves are especially good. The cut of this sweater is completely filled out by you."

Luo Shiyun was embarrassed by the praise, her face turning even redder, looking down and twisting the hem of her clothes.

"Is that so?"

Wang Yang stood up, walked in front of her, and looked her up and down.

"Yes. It looks very good."

He turned to look at the Saleswoman.

"We'll take this one. Let's see some other things."

The Saleswoman's eyes brightened, and she nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, okay! Madam, please take a look at this one."

She took a dusty blue cardigan off the rack, a cashmere blend with a loose fit, carrying a languid air.

"This cardigan can be worn with the beige sweater you just tried on, or worn against the skin. The color is very high-end and makes your skin look fairer."

Luo Shiyun took it and went back into the fitting room.

When she came out, she stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself from left to right.

The dusty blue cardigan hung loosely on her, revealing a section of the beige turtleneck and her collarbone, looking both languid and gentle.

Wang Yang nodded.

"We'll take this one too."

The Saleswoman smiled from ear to ear, brought over several more pieces, and recommended them one by one.