Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Nian Junting turned his eyes back and said to Luosang, âYou see, this kind of situation is exactly the reason why I donât like shopping. Because when a man is perfect on both the inside and outside, the people who are jealous of him always try to bring as much shame on him as possible.â
Luosang didnât know how to respond.
A while later, she sighed lightly and said, âMr. Nian, Iâm gonna pay for the jacket. Can you please take your hand away from my shoulder?â
Nian Junting remained silent while staring at her pretty shoulder and his own hand. A while later, he took his hand away.
It was alright. He believed that heâd be able to put his hand back on her shoulder soon enough.
After buying the jacket, Luosang looked at the balance on her phone and felt her heart ache. The jacket had cost her eight-thousand and eight-hundred yuan. She hadnât bought expensive clothes like this for a really long time.
That evil Yi Jingxi. He took everything from me, yet it isnât enough for him. Does he want me to live on steam bread again?
Nian Junting, who was much taller than Luosang, saw the number showing on her phone screen. He frowned and said, âA twenty-two year old girl like you should be treated like a princess by your parents, but why did you do the carerâs job to make money?â
Luosang remained silent for a short while, then raised her head and responded, âMr. Nian, can I not answer the question?â
âAlright, everyone has their secret sorrows.â Nian Junting lowered his head. Even though she didnât want to tell him, he guessed that it was either because her family was poor or something else happened.
He wouldnât try digging up her past without her permission, because that would be an invasion of privacy.
However, he was very confident about his charm. He believed that in the near future, she would tell him everything.
With his capabilities, he wouldnât let anything upset his girlfriend.
With these thoughts, he looked down at his watch and found that it was only half-past eight, so he suggested, âLetâs go pick a few more suits.â
âMr. Nian, all your other clothes are customized and hand-made. I think the clothes here are too cheap for you. Theyâre just not good enough for a man like you.â Luosang was grateful that he didnât ask any more questions. But she was exhausted now, because she got up early this morning and had worked a whole day.
âOccasionally, I think I get closer to ordinary people,â he said.
Are you thinking of yourself as a royal? thought Luosang.
However, instead of saying anything, she decided to let him do whatever he wanted.
Afterward, Nian Junting picked ten suits. As he had bought quite a lot, the shop would pack the suits for him and deliver them to his house.
Half-past nine, Nian Junting finished shopping and started driving Luosang back to her school with his sports car.
The night was chilly. The breeze rolled up the fallen leaves. About ten minutes later, the wind suddenly turned stronger, and the moon had hidden into the dark clouds.
Luosang looked around, then told Nian Junting, âMr. Nian, I think itâs going to rain. Can you close the car roof please?â
Nian Juntingâs hands, which were holding the steering wheel, paused slightly. He glanced down at the control panel, then said, âI donât think so. The weather forecast didnât say that it was going to rain today. Iâll just drive faster.â
As he pressed harder on the accelerator, the sports car, which was worth tens of millions, zoomed forward.
About five minutes later, some raindrops fell on their faces.
âThe weather forecast isnât always accurate,â said Luosang while covering her head with her hand. âJust close the car roof.â
âAlright,â Nian Junting hit the breaks gently and pulled over by the roadside. Staring at the series of buttons on the control panel, he was a little confused. About half a minute later, he pushed a black button and heard a popping noise. Along with that noise, the car shook slightly, and the trunk opened.
Nian Junting didnât know what to say.