Luxury Car Salesman Is Interested in My Soft-Boiled Fiancé

I went to buy a wedding car with my fiancé. The beautiful saleswoman ignored me, but kept bringing tea and water to my fiancé. My fiancé asked me which car I would like. Before I could answer, I was pushed away by the beautiful saleswoman. "Sir, you should make the decision on such a big thing as buying a car." "Girls only know how to put on makeup, eat and drink, how can they understand these things?" She pulled my fiancé in front of a row of luxury cars and highly recommended it. The fiancé nodded repeatedly, very satisfied. I laughed angrily. What's the use of having your fiancé like you? He is the soft-boiled man I raised and owes a lot of debt. And his creditor is me.