Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

"Brother Song Yun, are you... this rich now?"

Yuan Siyi pressed the ice against her swollen ankle, smiling teasingly at Song Yun.

Ever since she was young, she had special feelings for Song Yun because he was the only one who would stand up and protect her when she was bullied.

In her heart, Song Yun was the best brother in the whole wide world, without any competition!

When she saw Song Yun's ostentatious display of wealth, she just jokingly asked, but there wasn't a hint of greed in her eyes.

If Song Yun was doing well, she sincerely wished him happiness, and if he wasn't, she wouldn't look down on him.

This might just be the most fundamental human emotion.

At that moment, the female sales assistant brought over the price list prepared by the manager, and Song Yun glanced at it casually before signing the contract.

Signing and swiping the card, the smooth process attracted the attention of many people in the car show.

"This young man is something else, huh? Buying a car like it's nothing, his family must be loaded."

"By the way, charge me for a sedan that's suitable for young people; looks don't matter, safety is the priority," Song Yun told the female sales assistant.

The sales assistant hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Mr. Song, if you want a car with a very high safety rating, I think Volvo would be a better choice."

She didn't recommend one from their own brand for two reasons: first, Song Yun's emphasis on safety—if something were to happen to him later, but the car didn't demonstrate its safety, she would be at a loss.

The second reason was that she had already made a big sale that day, and leaving a good impression on Song Yun was the top priority. A steady stream of business was much more profitable than a one-time gain.

Song Yun looked at the sales assistant in surprise, as he hadn't expected her to recommend another brand. He nodded at her and left a business card.

Just as he was planning to check out the Volvo showroom, he noticed that Yuan Siyi couldn't walk at all when she stood up. He apologetically told the sales assistant, "I'm sorry, would you mind going and making the purchase for me?"

"No problem, do you have a specific model in mind?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's safe."

The sales assistant took the hint, went to the Volvo showroom with the credit card, and soon returned with photos of several models. Song Yun stuffed them into Yuan Siyi's hands and asked her which one looked good.

Yuan Siyi weighed her options and chose a sedan worth more than six hundred thousand.

Once the paperwork was complete, Song Yun drove away with Yuan Siyi in the new car.

In the car, Song Yun had Yuan Siyi put on his jacket. This little girl was really daring; didn't she know how chaotic the car model circle was? One careless move and she could end up arranged at a big shot's dinner table, ultimately losing her dignity.

Song Yun hadn't known about her ordeal before and didn't care to bring it up, but now that he had encountered her, he had to get involved.

"Brother Song Yun, where are you taking me?" Yuan Siyi asked curiously as she saw Song Yun drive up to the most expensive shopping mall in Magic Capital.

"To buy clothes! You don't want to wander the streets in such an exposing dress, do you?" Song Yun tugged at the jacket she was wearing, trying to make it cover her more properly.

"No! The clothes here are too expensive!" Yuan Siyi shook her head repeatedly.

"If I say we're buying, we are buying!"

Song Yun retorted irritably.

Seeing that Song Yun was getting angry, Yuan Siyi quickly conceded.

She had no choice; she had always looked up to Song Yun since she was young. Although they hadn't seen each other for years, she had always looked forward to meeting Song Yun, and for that, she had remained single.

Song Yun borrowed a wheelchair from the shopping mall, scooped Yuan Siyi up in a princess hold, and placed her in the wheelchair.

Yuan Siyi's face blushed a deep red with the intimate gesture, looking as though it might drip with water.

Song Yun pushed her wheelchair, following the mall's navigation system into a European women's fashion store.

Upon entering, a female saleswoman who had been waiting on customers came up to greet them.

She scrutinized Yuan Siyi, who sat in the wheelchair, and saw at a glance that while the dress she wore was pretty, it was actually the kind that could be bought for a few hundred yuan on Taobao.

Then she looked at Song Yun, and he was no ordinary man!

His clothes, though unbranded, were perfect in terms of fabric and design, surely the work of a well-known designer's private custom order.

A full outfit like that wouldn't go under a few hundred thousand yuan.

But in reality, Song Yun didn't know how expensive his clothes were. Ever since Ye Qingqing moved into the villa, she had filled his wardrobe, and as long as he was comfortable, he didn't pay much attention to it.

The saleswoman turned to Song Yun with a sincere smile, "Hello to both of you, our store has recently introduced several new ladies' garments that I believe this young lady will find very fitting once she tries them on!"

Song Yun nodded and said indifferently, "I don't mind, the important thing is that she likes what she sees, so you take my sister to look at your clothes later, and if she likes anything, just package it up. But the prerequisite is that it has to be suitable for a university student's attire and not be too revealing!"

After finishing, Song Yun handed the wheelchair over to the saleswoman and went to the men's waiting area to flip through magazines.

Frankly speaking, he never hesitated when shopping for clothes; visiting the store took a few minutes, purchasing took one minute, and a whole shopping trip took less than ten minutes to put together an outfit.

But it was different for girls; they would browse from one shop to the next, look at one garment then another, and after comparing in three shops, decide not to buy anything.

Such time-wasting gestures were always beyond Song Yun's comprehension.

Meanwhile, the saleswoman had brought all the new items over for Yuan Siyi to choose from.

Yuan Siyi looked around and picked out a dress.

The saleswoman helped her into the fitting room and once Yuan Siyi came out, she looked pitifully charming.

Her entire demeanor had risen several notches.

Song Yun took a look; the hem of the dress stopped just below the calf, acceptable!

The dress suited her very well.

But it must be said, expensive clothes had their reasons for being expensive, the before and after trial of Yuan Siyi were like two different people.

Before the trial, she wore something mature, yet she was in fact a tender young girl, which made it look quite mismatched.

But now, Yuan Siyi fully played up her innocent young girl charm, exuding youthful vibrancy with every move she made.

"Is there anything else?" Song Yun asked.

"There are a few more pieces, but the young lady's foot injury makes it inconvenient to try them on," the saleswoman said apologetically, wiping sweat from her forehead.

The process of changing clothes just now was completely aided by her support of Yuan Siyi, which had taken quite an effort.

"Wrap them all up, she can try them when her injury is better," said Song Yun, pulling out his card.

The saleswoman paused in surprise at his words, having worked in the clothing store for many years, she had never seen a man so generous with money.

Considering that these garments amounted to over three hundred thousand yuan, she still kindly reminded him, "Sir, as the lady has chosen all our latest fashions, the prices are..."

"Don't worry, there is certainly enough money on the card."

Well, it seemed she had encountered a truly generous customer. Smiling, the saleswoman went to the cashier to settle the bill and then handed the receipt to Song Yun, "Please leave an address, our staff will deliver the purchase to your home later."

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