"But...we'll be married soon anyways..." Rong Jian complained as he followed behind her.
Shen Tianyu ignored him as she looked through the shop's selection of cloth, ranging from the plain sackcloth that very poor peasants usually wear to silk, usually only affordable by the wealthy. Because the village was still out of the way, despite it's size, there wasn't much selections of silk. None of these would ever catch her fancy, normally. She still used to be an official's daughter, after all. No matter how unloved, she'd still have more than a few outfits made of colorful silk. Not to mention when she has now become the leader of two multi-continental business. She soon lost interest and left the shop, her big dog following behind her.
