CHAPTER 70: TAYLOR, DON’T REFUSE

Looks are inherited—there’s no need for comparison. Even someone as stunning as Aunt Taylor would inevitably be outshone by another woman somewhere in the world.

Not to mention those far away, even just considering Manager Mina, Mia, and that host on TV, their looks were no worse than Taylor’s. And that wasn’t even mentioning Jake’s future mother-in-law, the icy CEO, whose aloof and proud demeanor was truly one of a kind, paired with that mature and enchanting face.

It was hard to imagine how many suitors the young mother-in-law must have had.

As the salesgirl carefully introduced the products to Taylor, the women around finally couldn’t take it anymore. They silently cursed the salesgirl in their hearts for forgetting about them once a new customer arrived, and they were filled with hostility toward Taylor. But on the surface, they smiled and complimented each other, then asked the staff to pack their cheongsams and proceeded to check out.

Before Taylor even tried anything on, these women wisely left early. If they stayed any longer, they feared Taylor would steal all the spotlight.

After the crowd rushed to queue up for checkout, the cheongsam shop became much emptier, leaving only one salesperson and one cashier.

Jake finally had some free time to carefully pick out items for Taylor.

Taylor looked at everything very seriously. Whenever she saw a style she liked, she would ask about the price, only to be deterred by how expensive it was each time.

Jake couldn’t stand it any longer and finally picked out three sets for her. "Try these on first," he said.

Taylor couldn’t refuse Jake, so under his expectant gaze, she entered the fitting room.

After fiddling around in the fitting room for half an hour, Taylor finally emerged.

The sound of high heels clicking, "tap tap tap," came from the fitting room. Not only was Jake stunned, but even the female salesperson and cashier were deeply amazed by Taylor’s beauty.

The fitting room door slowly opened, and Taylor walked out gracefully in an elegant cheongsam.

At that moment, Jake finally saw the black-stockinged legs that had been hidden under Taylor’s skirt.

Her long, slender legs were revealed through the slit of the cheongsam. It had to be said that this cheongsam was designed extremely cleverly. The slit was positioned perfectly, right between Taylor’s thighs and knees—not too high, not too low.

It prevented strangers from seeing everything while still offering a glimpse of the hidden beauty within.

The slightly thick black stockings created a striking contrast on Taylor’s legs. The lower thighs and calves, filled with plump flesh, stretched the stockings slightly, making the color appear lighter there and faintly revealing the pink skin beneath.

Compared to gradient stockings, this real-life stretch effect was what drove Jake wild, making him want to grab those stockinged legs and ravage them against his chest.

Overall, the ink-colored cheongsam had a stronger classical charm than other colors, complementing Taylor’s unique elegance and poise as a teacher. It was like a catalyst, bringing out her refined and enchanting aura.

Now, Taylor looked like a princess who had stepped out of an ancient castle or a wealthy heiress from Savannah who rarely left her home. Especially when Taylor shyly tucked her hair behind her ear, her mature charm became even more pronounced.

The black-and-white embroidered patterns were artistically arranged on the cheongsam. Taylor’s ample bosom stretched the fabric slightly, showing just how full and heavy her breasts were. The only regret was that this cheongsam was designed conservatively—otherwise, Jake would have been able to see her deep cleavage.

Below her swan-like neck and above her chest, the black-patterned, gray-backed embroidered buttons curved diagonally along her collarbone like little bows, tightly fastened to prevent any accidental exposure.

The shoulders were made of transparent lace, revealing her fair, slender arms and enhancing her refined and elegant demeanor.

The only mismatch was her high heels, but it wasn’t a big deal.

Taylor had been waiting for Jake’s opinion, but he was already completely immersed in the stunning, classical beauty of her outfit. That flash of inspiration he’d had earlier turned out to be spot-on—the cheongsam and Taylor were a perfect match.

After a long pause, Jake finally blurted out, "Beautiful, so beautiful..."

His mind was blank, and he couldn’t think of any elaborate praise, so he could only offer simple compliments.

The salesperson beside them eagerly poured out every flattering word she could think of. Though her vocabulary wasn’t sophisticated and her sentences weren’t perfectly structured, Taylor still felt embarrassed by the praise.

"But why only this one? What about the other two? Try them on too. If they’re good, we’ll buy them all."

Taylor whispered, "The other two were too small... My... my... chest felt too tight."

As a language teacher, she couldn’t bring herself to say outright that her breasts were too big, so she could only phrase it this way.

Jake understood immediately. He knew all too well how voluptuous Taylor was. For women with average figures, ready-made cheongsams were fine.

But Taylor’s figure was even better than a model’s. Finding one that fit her so well was already a miracle.

For cheongsams, custom-made was always the best option.

"Salesperson, we’ll take this one," Jake said generously, taking out his wallet.

The price of this cheongsam was indeed steep—this one cost several hundred dollars, and that wasn’t even including customization, which would be even more expensive.

"Taylor, don’t refuse. Consider it a little gift from your husband," Jake teased, saying this first to prevent Taylor from declining.

"Annoying." As Jake expected, Taylor just scolded him lightly but didn’t refuse.

The joy in her heart was obvious—even without reading her mind, the salesgirl could see it.

"So she’s this gentleman’s wife. How enviable," the innocent salesgirl couldn’t help but say.

Taylor’s ears turned red at the misunderstanding.

"Then I’ll go change back."

"No need, just wear it," Jake whispered in Taylor’s ear.

Taylor’s ears turned even redder, the blush spreading to her cheeks.

After paying, they collected their belongings and quickly left the cheongsam shop.