Chapter 253 Thanks, I Really Can’t Afford It

Li Shishi carefully removed the jeans from the mannequin and held them out with both hands to Yin Siyao. “Here, take a look.”

“This is our seasonal flagship limited edition. The distressed craftsmanship is extremely complex, and there are only 200 pieces worldwide.”

Yin Siyao took the jeans. They felt heavy in his hands, and the fabric quality was indeed excellent.

He checked the inner label and size—it was exactly the size Leng Keyan usually wore.

Yin Siyao had already mentally prepared himself.

Luxury items in malls—jeans like this should cost tens of thousands, maybe over a hundred thousand at most.

Expensive, yes, even outrageously so—but if it was for Leng Keyan, he could accept it.

After all, the clothes Leng Keyan had bought for him easily totaled hundreds of thousands.

His salary wasn’t low. Spending over a hundred thousand would still be a significant amount, but manageable.

He could treat it as a reward for the kid—after all, he had handled something as important as the annual meeting.

“I’ll take this one. How much is it?”

Li Shishi named the price softly, but clearly enough.

“1.88 million.”

Yin Siyao froze, still holding the jeans.

Thinking he misheard, he asked again, “How much did you say?”

“1.88 million RMB.”

Li Shishi repeated it, wearing a knowing smile. “It is quite expensive. This is a special collaboration piece from Chrome Hearts.”

“The hardware is pure silver with black diamond inlays, and the distressing was done by a national treasure-level craftsman from Japan, entirely by hand. So the price is inevitably high.”

Yin Siyao was completely stunned.

1.88 million.

For a pair of jeans.

The number buzzed in his head.

All his savings over the years only amounted to 800,000—barely enough for the fraction of the price.

He had expected it to be expensive. He had even expected something ridiculous.

But not this ridiculous.

At this price, you could pay the down payment for a small apartment in a third- or fourth-tier city.

And this… was just for a pair of jeans?

The male salesperson, seeing Yin Siyao’s stunned expression, finally felt his earlier frustration ease.

He stepped forward, barely concealing the mockery in his tone.

Pointing at the small cross logo on the belt buckle, he said, “Chrome Hearts. That’s their price range.”

“We don’t sell ordinary luxury goods—this is a top-tier streetwear collaboration limited edition. If you’re interested, you might want to look up the brand online first.”

The implication was clear: if you don’t even recognize the brand, don’t pretend to be a big spender.

Yin Siyao snapped back to his senses. His first reaction was to return the jeans to Li Wei, speaking calmly, “Thanks, I really can’t afford it.”

1.88 million was completely beyond his understanding of what a pair of jeans should cost.

It was absurd.

Li Wei took the jeans back, her face full of understanding. “It’s okay, it really is expensive.”

“Siyao, would you like to look at something else? We also have some entry-level T-shirts and accessories that are more affordable.”

The male salesperson added coolly from the side, “There are plenty of knockoffs online. They look similar—just a few hundred yuan.”

“Anyway, once you wear them out, hardly anyone can tell the difference.”

That was downright insulting.

Yin Siyao frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing, just giving you a practical suggestion.” The salesperson shrugged. “After all, not everyone can afford something that costs over a million. Doctors earn well, but you’d still have to save for a long time, right?”

“As long as someone walks into the store, they’re a customer. Watch your tone.”

Li Shishi snapped, glaring at him.

Yin Siyao let out a short laugh.

He had good self-control—but that didn’t mean he had no temper.

Just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice cut in: “Who says he can’t afford it? Which pair of jeans costs over a million? Let me see—what kind of miracle fabric is this, lined with gold or something?”

Leng Keyan walked in briskly from outside, holding two cups of milk tea, clearly having heard the conversation.

He went straight to Yin Siyao and stuffed one of the drinks into his hands.

Seeing him, Yin Siyao felt relieved—but also a little embarrassed.

Leng Keyan’s outfit was completely different from his—an Off-White graffiti hoodie, Fear of God cargo pants, and limited-edition sneakers.

Expensive, yes—but still far cheaper than Chrome Hearts.

The male salesperson didn’t think Leng Keyan would actually buy it and continued, “I’m just stating facts. This pair costs 1.88 million—it’s no small amount.”

“1.88 million?”

Leng Keyan glanced at the jeans in Li Shishi’s hands, then looked at Yin Siyao. “You like them?”

Yin Siyao shook his head instinctively. “Not for me. I thought they’d suit you.”

Leng Keyan froze.

He looked at the jeans, then back at Yin Siyao. The frost on his face melted instantly, his eyes lighting up as if filled with stars.

“You were buying them for me?”

“Mm…” Yin Siyao felt a bit embarrassed. “I just didn’t expect them to be this expensive…”

Leng Keyan nodded and pulled him to sit on the sofa. “Teacher Yin has great taste. They really do look good.”

Then he turned to the salesperson, his tone calm. “Get a model to try them on. If they fit, we’ll buy them.”

The salesperson reminded him, “Sir, model try-ons are a privilege reserved for top-tier VIP clients. You…”

Leng Keyan sipped his milk tea. “How much do you need to spend to qualify as a top-tier VIP?”

“Not less than 80 million a year.”

Yin Siyao: “…”

Just as Leng Keyan was wondering whether to call Lu Chen, the staff suddenly lined up at the entrance, bowing ninety degrees with professional smiles.

“Welcome, President Luo. This way please—the model has been waiting for you.”

Luo Bingbing entered, surrounded by staff, and was ushered into the best reception room.

Leng Keyan’s sharp eyes spotted her immediately. “Aunt!”

Luo Bingbing was pleasantly surprised to see him. “You brat—found something you like?”

Leng Keyan pointed at the uneasy male salesperson and complained, “He said only top-tier VIPs can get model try-ons. Good thing you showed up—I was just about to call Uncle!”

Luo Bingbing’s expression shifted slightly as she glanced at the store manager.

The manager immediately apologized sincerely, explaining that the salesperson was still in probation and unfamiliar with the rules. The jeans Leng Keyan liked would be given for free.

Seeing Luo Bingbing’s expression soften, he added eagerly, “A-list celebrity Gu Jinzhou has a similar build and age to the young master. Should we have him try them on?”

Luo Bingbing nodded. “Mm, bring them all over. I want the best—top-tier in both looks and temperament.”

The manager replied respectfully, “Rest assured, Madam Lu. Only top A-list celebrities will model for you.”

Looking at Leng Keyan clinging to Yin Siyao, Luo Bingbing smiled and said, “This brat is so clingy and troublesome—only you can put up with him.”

That casual, affectionate remark instantly put Yin Siyao at ease.