Zhao Yiming and Lao Xinya stood frozen in front of the high-end store. The staff inside were dressed in tuxedos, the dresses and clothes gleamed under perfect lighting, each one practically oozing money and elegance.
The pressure in front of the entrance was suffocating—especially for someone who had never stepped foot in a place like this.
"Ugh, why are you stopping here? Let's just go in already!" Xinya said, though she also didn't budge a single step.
"Wait, I need to prepare myself," Zhao Yiming muttered, taking a deep breath.
Money wasn't the problem—not anymore. Just a few days ago, he'd already set up a new bank account and stuffed it full. No need to awkwardly transfer from the system like before. He was ready.
But still, this was different. The moment felt heavy.
Back when he was Lao Chen, he used to dream about standing in front of this exact store, walking in with confidence, buying whatever his wife and daughter wanted without worrying about price tags.
