Su Zixi hastily shook her head, "No need, I have enough clothes!"
She always felt that her marriage to this man was merely to repay a debt, yet she couldn't truly see herself as his wife, rightfully enjoying everything.
He Jingyao's gaze darkened, his hand resting on her waist as he said, "Su Zixi, you are my wife now, So, what you wear, what you use, represents my capability."
Oh?
That did seem somewhat reasonable. If she went to work at HI still wearing clothes that cost a hundred or two hundred yuan, people might think He Jingyao was very stingy.
Su Zixi became conflicted.
"So, any gift I give you, just accept it," He Jingyao looked into her eyes, his voice growing husky, "Since you are my wife, He Jingyao's wife, then you deserve the best in the world."
Su Zixi's heart trembled, staring dumbly into his eyes.
"Jingyao..." she murmured involuntarily, "Why are you so good to me?"
