Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Chapter 273 - Spoiled Like A Little Princess



Chapter 273: Spoiled Like A Little Princess

“Help me pack it all up. Thank you.” Jun Shiyan handed the shop assistant a black-gold card politely.

The shop assistant, who had been complaining about how stingy her husband was a moment ago, was stunned. Envy, jealousy, and hatred were not enough to express her current mood. She was stunned for a moment before she reacted and took the card. “Yes, sir.”

A few shop assistants who were packing the lipsticks could not help but sigh with envy as they talked softly. Indeed, they were never lucky enough to get good men. They were always taken by other men. 208 lipsticks!

“I’m so envious! Why won’t my boyfriend treat me this way? Last time, he bought me a 10-lipstick set for Valentine’s Day and even asked me to get an employee’s discount for it. What kind of surprise could it be when I’m already aware of it?”

“Your boyfriend is not bad. My husband doesn’t give me anything anymore. Married men are the least interesting.”

“Look at her. That child is already so big, yet he’s still so romantic.”

“Would you want that gentleman if he was yours to take?”

“Of course I’d want him. He has a black-gold card. There aren’t many top-notch black-gold cards in China. Don’t you know that? Don’t you think he has a good temperament?”

“What a pity. He’s in a wheelchair. Did his face get disfigured? That’s why he’s wearing a mask. It’s quite scary when you look at him suddenly. Forget about romance. I’d better find a normal person!”

Soon, the shop assistant packed the lipstick set and placed it in an exquisite box. There was a total of 208 pieces, which cost 73,000 dollars.

It was difficult for Xiaoqi to carry the box. It was so heavy that the shop assistants laughed kindly. “Let your father carry it!”

“He…” Xiaoqi wanted to say that he was not his father.

“Give it to me!” Jun Shiyan interrupted him. He suddenly realized that he liked this misunderstanding.

“Sir.” Ling Sheng had not only put on makeup, but she had also gone to the shop next door and changed into a white t-shirt, light-colored jeans, and sneakers. She had tied her hair up in a ponytail and looked as innocent as a high school student. She patted him, feeling very confident that he would not recognize her. “Do you know where the washroom is?”

“Opposite the elevator on the left.” Jun Shiyan pointed that way.

Xiaoqi did not address her as Mommy, but when he saw Jun Shiyan’s gaze, he nodded slightly and understood immediately.

Ling Sheng looked at Jun Shiyan and then at Xiaoqi, feeling overjoyed. Indeed, they had not recognized her. Then, she asked, “Sir, can you accompany me?”

Jun Shiyan looked serious as he let out a low cough. “Sorry, I’m waiting for my wife. You better go alone, miss. It’s right ahead.”

“Xiaoqi.” Ling Sheng waved at her son before squatting down to look at the Third Master. “Third Master, I’m Ling Sheng!”

The duo cooperatively pretended to be surprised.

“Mommy, is that you? You changed so much that I didn’t recognize you.” Xiaoqi’s eyes widened exaggeratedly.

“Me neither.” Jun Shiyan nodded in agreement. “Young lady, are you a high school student?”

“Ha ha!” Ling Sheng was an actress. No one could compare to her in terms of acting. One look and one could tell that the two of them were indulging her performance, especially Xiaoqi. His expression was extremely exaggerated, but he was still very happy. She pointed at the two of them and said, “Did I change a lot? Did you not recognize me? What kind of look is that?”

Jun Shiyan smiled. “I promise I will recognize you next time.”

Xiaoqi nodded hurriedly. “Yes, yes.”

The shop assistant was standing nearby, watching the girl push the wheelchair away. She was full of envy. Her husband and son had spoiled her like a little princess!

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