Shen Ningning's eyes widened in astonishment. Seeing the Shopkeeper about to wrap up the clothes, she slapped the table and quietly chided Mo Lingwei, "What are you doing!"
Mo Lingwei hadn't yet processed what was happening. "I'm buying you clothes."
Shen Ningning's pretty eyes widened. "Do we have that kind of money?"
Mo Lingwei was about to answer confidently that they did, but Shen Ningning quickly added, "Do we have it *right now*? Think about it!"
Mo Lingwei suddenly fell silent.
He looked down at the coarse clothes he was wearing.
'Right,' he remembered. 'I'm the poor scholar, Fang Huan, now.'
'A man less well-off than his "wife," Ren Liuyue.'
Mo Lingwei's stern face darkened. "Never mind, Shopkeeper. I don't have the silver."
The Shopkeeper's smile faltered. She glanced at Shen Ningning, then back at Mo Lingwei.
"Sir, it's actually much cheaper if you buy them as a set. They're excellent quality for the price. Besides, both the color and style truly suit your wife."
