Chasing My Husband! The "Crown Prince" of the Beijing Circle Is Wildly Unruly! - Chapter 4

Lu Jingze finally bought clothes that fit, and his handsomeness went up another level.

The salesgirl, a young woman, was so excited she was about to pull out every single style in the store for Lu Jingze to try on.

He emerged from the store carrying bags and packages.

The two young women behind him went crazy.

“I bet you a hundred that they are a couple!”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah! He’s too handsome! Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

“Why do all the handsome men find other handsome men? What are we supposed to do?”

Once they were in the car, Wang Xinghe suddenly remembered that he didn’t know which village’s market was open today.

He picked up his phone and called Auntie Song.

Auntie Song quickly answered, “Little Wang, what’s wrong?”

“Auntie Song, where’s the big market today? I need to buy some freshly made cotton quilts,” Wang Xinghe said, tapping on the large electronic screen in the middle of his BYD.

Auntie Song blurted out, “The Shangma Market.”

“Okay, thank you, Auntie Song.” Wang Xinghe drove from the small seaside village, heading north.

Along the way, Wang Xinghe opened Netease Cloud Music and selected his favorite playlist.

The first song was “Qinghua.”

The deep,沧桑 voice of Zhou Chuanxiong came through the speakers, making Lu Jingze smile to himself.

“Brother Xinghe, if you spend this much money on me, will your wife make you kneel on a durian?” Lu Jingze asked, staring at Wang Xinghe’s profile.

“What wife? These days, very few women care about looks. They all look at money.”

He seemed to think his view wasn’t a good one and might corrupt the young man, so he added, “Actually, you can’t blame them.”

“In this world, money can solve 99% of all problems. The remaining 1% is out of human control.”

“Everyone wants to live like a princess; it’s understandable.”

Hearing that he didn’t have a wife, Lu Jingze’s eyes grew deeper. His lips twitched slightly, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.

He relaxed his entire body and leaned back in his seat.

“They’re the ones with no vision,” Lu Jingze mumbled vaguely, then closed his eyes.

A man like you, if you went to the capital, both men and women would fight over you. There are countless wealthy patrons who would want to be with you.

“In a daze, as if from another life, with regrets I cannot voice; my heart shrinks in surprise…”

For the first time, Lu Jingze felt the lyrics of the song were well-written.

This past night, he, too, had felt as if he had lived another life.

They arrived at the Shangma Market.

It was a struggle to find a parking spot.

Wang Xinghe took a small pull cart out of the trunk.

“Come on, I’ll take you to experience the lively atmosphere of the market before the holidays.”

The Laba Festival was just around the corner, and the Shangma Market was packed with people of all ages.

Everything was for sale.

Lu Jingze had been to SKP, Sanlitun, and Wangfujing Street, but he never imagined that a “market” like this existed in the world…

He looked at the dense crowd of people.

He pulled the small cart, following Wang Xinghe obediently, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

“Big sister, I’d like a quilt that’s two meters by 1.8 meters, a buckwheat pillow, and two sets of sheets and covers that are 1.8 meters by two meters,” Wang Xinghe said, going straight to his target.

Lu Jingze was a little curious, watching the couple making the cotton quilts on the spot.

He walked up and touched the cotton quilt.

“It’s so warm and soft…” It’s so magical.

It was the first time Lu Jingze had ever seen how a cotton quilt was made.

And the cotton here was so soft and comfortable.

“Which pattern do you want for the sheets?” Wang Xinghe tugged on his arm.

Lu Jingze came back to his senses, squatted down, and looked at the colorful sheet sets in front of him.

He pointed to a set with a high-end brand logo-like pattern in a fashionable “Merlot” brown color scheme.

Wang Xinghe, on the other hand, pointed to a simple, pure gray satin sheet set beside him.

“I want these two sets. How much is it all?”

“This quilt is 8 catties, with the inner lining and labor, it’s 210 yuan. The sheet sets are 115 yuan a piece, so two sets will be 220 yuan. Total is 430 yuan.”

Wang Xinghe scanned the code and paid. Lu Jingze, behind him, was stunned.

How much?!

A soft, pure cotton quilt only cost 210 yuan?!

What were his quilts that cost tens of thousands of yuan made of?

Lu Jingze took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

His family was in business, and he understood brand value and price markup, but this was…

This was just too…

Lu Jingze took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

“Um… do you mind buying socks and underwear at the market?” Wang Xinghe thought it was better to ask him since they were personal items.

Lu Jingze blinked. “Whatever Brother Xinghe decides is fine. I don’t know much about this, and I’m not picky.”

Wang Xinghe nodded and loaded the quilt and sheet sets onto the small cart.

He skillfully walked toward the south end of the market.

The two arrived at a stall.

“Big sister, I want three pairs of white and gray XXL boxers, two pairs of light blue XL, and five pairs each of these black and white long pure cotton socks. How much is the total?” Wang Xinghe picked out the items, felt their texture, and was very satisfied.

Pure cotton was comfortable.

“The boxers are all the same price, 15 yuan a pair, so 75 yuan. The socks are 10 yuan for three pairs, so that’s 30 yuan. Total is 105 yuan.”

Wang Xinghe scanned the code. The woman put everything in a clear plastic bag and handed it to them.

Wang Xinghe took it and gave it to Lu Jingze.

Lu Jingze had already been so bombed by the prices that he was frozen.

Did his pure cotton socks and boxers that cost thousands of yuan have gold woven into them?

“Do you want to eat some fruit? Sugarcane?”

Wang Xinghe pointed to the long, black sugarcane stalks on a tricycle not far away.

This made Lu Jingze gasp again. Sugarcane is this long?

Isn’t sugarcane white?

He remembered them being sold in small sections, with very sweet juice.

“Yes,” Lu Jingze said, pulling the small cart and following Wang Xinghe.

“Uncle, one stalk, please. Peel it and put it in a bag.” Wang Xinghe was already scanning the QR code.

“Twelve yuan a stalk.” The uncle chose a stalk with long segments and a uniform thickness.

Wang Xinghe paid twelve yuan.

Lu Jingze’s eyes widened. This long, and only twelve yuan? That damn restaurant sold him a ten-centimeter piece for 188 yuan?! Are they trying to get themselves killed?!

Wang Xinghe took him to buy other things, including some fresh beef.

When he heard that freshly butchered brisket was only 38 yuan per catty, Lu Jingze was completely numb.

He even began to wonder if he went bankrupt and came here with his tens of millions of yuan in hidden pocket money, he could live a very happy life.

Because the prices were so unbelievably low.

“Couplets, window decorations, and lanterns—let’s buy two sets. We’ll give one set to Auntie Song.” Wang Xinghe stood by the stall, pointing at the couplets.

[May the door welcome peace and fortune in all four seasons] [May the home receive wealth from all directions] [Prosperity and success]

“This one is for Auntie Song; she likes to get rich.”

[Spring returns to the earth to revive all things] [May happiness fill the world and illuminate thousands of homes] [Peace for all ages]

“We’ll put this one on our shop.”

“I’ll also take two packs of these window decorations and two packs of the golden ‘Fu’ characters.”

Wang Xinghe paid 88 yuan.

The small cart was already overflowing. There was no more room in the trunk.

“Let’s go home.”

Hearing the word “home,” a look of bewilderment flashed across Lu Jingze’s eyes.

Home?

He gave a slight, self-mocking smile. What home?

He owned dozens of houses. Not a single one felt like home.