After attending to her son in the morning and making sure he was settled, Song Yao habitually went online to check her emails. Ever since Qiqi went to the US, Song Yao had been much more active online, checking emails or sending them out—perhaps to learn where Qiqi was traveling or what delicious food she was eating. More often, however, she sent emails to Qiqi regarding inventory shortages or notifying her when specific, special items needed to be sourced by Wang Qiqi for purchase.

Song Yao had always dealt in established products—items available in domestic boutiques or well-known foreign brands that weren't available in local counters. Sometimes customers would pre-order things they saw in fashion magazines. What she hadn't anticipated, though, was that someone would take interest in items Shi Man had already used that were mailed back; this struck her as deeply odd.

Perhaps Wang Qiqi assumed Song Yao was merely using Shi Man's items as samples to drum up business. If Song Yao had known of this potential thought from Wang Qiqi, she would have felt terribly wronged, as her actions were purely unintentional. On the day the shipment arrived, she found that they were out of stock on one specific item. Song Yao opened the box intended to be sorted after closing time, set Shi Man’s items aside, and began searching for what was needed. While she was looking, she didn't expect one particularly quick customer to open the bag and pull an item out. Although Song Yao was quite angry—after all, those were Shi Man's things, and she couldn't afford the responsibility if anything went missing—the customer’s fidgety reaction unexpectedly generated new business. Even though Song Yao explained the item was pre-owned, the buyer insisted on it. Song Yao didn't feel empowered to make the final decision and asked the client to return in a couple of days, as Shi Man’s consent was necessary. Moreover, the price was a major sticking point; if it was too high, the deal would fall through anyway.

With a nervous heart, Song Yao booted up her computer and connected to the internet. As expected, she received an email from Wang Qiqi. Song Yao murmured prayers for blessings while opening the message. Once she saw the content, she smiled—a truly joyous smile that startled Gong Peixing, who had just entered the room looking for something. "Wife, what’s wrong?" he asked. Why was she staring at the computer and grinning so early in the morning? It wasn't normal behavior.

Song Yao didn't grasp what her husband was preoccupied with. She pulled Gong Peixing over and pointed to the screen. "I've found another path to wealth. Heavens, I never expected that simply receiving a shipment could bring such a wonderful opportunity. I hope there are many more like this in the future." Song Yao knew Wang Qiqi had already factored in a slight increase to the quoted price—that was her profit margin. Song Yao had just calculated that she could easily mark it up by forty to fifty percent.

Gong Peixing wasn't very knowledgeable about these types of business dealings. "If you think it's good, then it is. By the way, wife, where is that T-shirt I had? The one Qiqi mailed back a few days ago. I thought it looked quite nice." Gong Peixing had searched for half the day yesterday but couldn't find it. However, since his wife was busy caring for their son then, he hadn't brought it up.

Song Yao’s smile at the computer screen was captivating, almost suggestive. She could practically see her beloved Chairman Mao bills flying toward her, almost obscuring everything else. Thus, she was quite annoyed by Gong Peixing’s sudden interjection. Still, she tried to recall the details. "Was it the light yellow one?" When Gong Peixing had tried it on before, Song Yao had commented that it made her husband look exceptionally handsome and young. Wait—could it be that shirt? Song Yao asked hesitantly. After all, when her husband first modeled it, he had vehemently claimed it made him look too boyish and immature, followed by... But why was he asking about that specific shirt today?

Gong Peixing nodded. "Yes, that one. Didn't you say I looked good in it before?"

Song Yao realized with a jolt that it was indeed that shirt, and she felt a sudden urge to weep. "But didn't you say it made you look too young and didn't want it? Also, why are you suddenly thinking of that shirt today? Could it be..." To prevent him from asking to wear the shirt again, Song Yao decided to press him on his sudden interest. She knew her husband never cared much about dressing up; everything he wore, inside and out, was bought by her. If a man suddenly starts paying attention to his wardrobe, there's only one conclusion: he's got something going on outside the marriage. This realization made Song Yao intensely anxious. She had heard countless stories lately about men who, after gaining wealth, started finding fault with their wives—one common complaint being that the wife was no longer gentle enough. How could this not alarm Song Yao? She had been constantly reviewing her own behavior, believing she treated Gong Peixing far better than before, yet still, such a situation might arise.

Gong Peixing felt a secret thrill at his wife’s sudden nervousness. Heh heh, it seemed the advice from his buddy really worked. He needed to stage these little dramas for his wife occasionally to keep her on edge. "What are you thinking? I have a class reunion today. Didn't you say I looked good in that shirt last time? Plus, it’s an American brand; it's perfect to wear out."

A class reunion? Song Yao suddenly recalled what her husband had mentioned earlier. She was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she sharply remembered something Wang Qiqi had once said about class reunions: they often led to the formation of extramarital affairs. "Can I bring a spouse? I'll come too," Song Yao stated, raising her guard. Hmph, her husband was now a man of some means, no longer the neglected figure he once was—a transformation that had cost Song Yao considerable effort. If someone were to steal him away now, Song Yao would simply die of vexation.

Song Yao wants to come too? Gong Peixing hesitated. That hesitation, in Song Yao's eyes, confirmed that there might indeed be mischief brewing at the class reunion. If Gong Peixing had readily agreed, Song Yao might not have considered going herself, but his current attitude suggested something was definitely wrong. "Why, aren't you welcoming me?" Song Yao’s expression at that moment was decidedly unpleasant.

Gong Peixing didn't particularly mind, but he worried his classmates might bring up embarrassing anecdotes from his school days, thus ruining the wonderful image he had cultivated in his wife’s mind. It wouldn't be Gong Peixing being overly cautious; that group of classmates was absolutely the type to undermine him. Gong Peixing would be the strange one if he wasn't worried. "Well, well..." Gong Peixing thought for a moment, then settled on an ambiguous response. "Well, when we're at the reunion today, don't believe everything they say. They’re a bunch who speak nonsense once they've been drinking. You have to think carefully about whether what they say is true or not..."

Well, if Gong Peixing hadn't offered that explanation, Song Yao might not have suspected anything. But his very attempt to explain only heightened her concerns. "Then I definitely have to go. And that shirt isn't suitable for you; wear the dark blue one you bought last time." Let's see who you try to flirt with by dressing up young.

Gong Peixing balked at the idea of wearing the dark blue T-shirt. It wasn't that the shirt was bad, but he felt it made him look a bit... "Doesn't that shirt make me look old...?"

"Old...?" Shi Man glared fiercely at the man. "You’re already a father! Are you trying to hook up with some young girl? It’s either this shirt, or you don't go to any class reunion."

Between the two options, Gong Peixing naturally chose the former. "Alright, alright, I'll pick you up after work." Gong Peixing quickly pulled on the dark blue shirt and headed out the door; if he delayed any longer, he'd be late. But just before leaving, he suddenly threw out, "How come I can't find that yellow shirt anywhere? This room isn't that big."

Hearing his final comment, Song Yao instantly panicked. She forgot all about the class reunion debate and immediately opened her email to send a message to Wang Qiqi, essentially requesting that she purchase a replacement yellow T-shirt. "If I'd known he'd give me an ultimatum, I never should have sold it."

Indeed, the yellow T-shirt had been sold because her husband disliked it. She reasoned it was a waste just sitting at home, and since all the tags were still on it, she had ironed it and put it out for sale in the shop. And so, the item was sold. Now, the very person who disliked it was asking for it. She had managed to bluff her way through today, but she needed to take precautions. She absolutely had to buy that shirt back; she wouldn't be so lucky next time.

When Wang Qiqi checked her emails, she paused at Song Yao's message, especially the concluding part. Was it necessary to buy the exact same shirt again, in the same color? However, since her brother-in-law had set terms, she would buy one, as it wasn't an expensive item anyway. But Wang Qiqi wondered why Song Yao needed two. Did her brother-in-law think he looked exceptionally handsome in it after all?

After agreeing to buy and ship the shirt, Wang Qiqi sent an email back to Song Yao, asking why she needed two identical shirts.

When Wang Qiqi received Song Yao's reply, she laughed so hard her stomach hurt. Although the email didn't detail the specifics of the class reunion, Wang Qiqi knew it must have put Song Yao under considerable stress, as she repeatedly stated in the email that in the future, she would never buy Gong Peixing clothes that made him look young, and even if she did, she wouldn't let him try them on—she would sell them immediately.

When Wang Qiqi showed this email to Han Tao, he was speechless. "Why has your sister lost so much confidence? But Qiqi, if it were you, would you act that way?"

Wang Qiqi shook her head and smiled at Gong Peixing. "I would still dress you up looking incredibly handsome. I am a generous woman." Han Tao didn't believe a word of it. "If a man cheats, he loses a significant amount of money in the divorce settlement. Then I'll take the man's money and keep a pretty boy," he scoffed. Hahahaha, Wang Qiqi was ecstatic just thinking about it, grinning smugly.

Han Tao covered his face. He knew his woman wouldn't be that generous. He let out a cry and pounced on Wang Qiqi. "Hmph, I won't give you the chance to keep a pretty boy!"