Luo Ziyu felt the world suddenly become very quiet.
It was actually Wen Yan!
She instantly blushed.
Wen Yan glanced at the middle-aged man with a beer belly beside Luo Ziyu, a faint smile playing on her lips, but she quickly averted her gaze. She couldn't manage other people's affairs. She linked arms with Leng Xunze and walked into the men's clothing store.
However, Luo Ziyu, being sensitive, felt that Wen Yan's glance was mocking her.
But if Wen Yan hadn't snatched her bonus, would she need to accompany this man who could be her father?
"Wen Yan, stop right there!" Her pride was severely wounded, and she walked over to grab Wen Yan's hand.
Wen Yan was slightly annoyed. "What is it?"
"Who is this, your boyfriend?" Luo Ziyu eyed Leng Xunze. She had intended to mock him, but upon seeing his handsome face, she almost choked. Damn, Wen Yan's boyfriend was actually this handsome?
She managed to suppress her shock and, as if looking for trouble, said, "Your boyfriend, the total cost of his clothes probably doesn't exceed three hundred yuan, right?"
Wen Yan: "None of your business?"
"It's nothing, since we've run into each other, let's just shop together." Luo Ziyu was determined to regain her composure. She linked arms with the middle-aged man and said in a saccharine voice, "Darling, look at you, you're so busy with work every day, you don't even have time to tidy yourself up. Perfect, I'll pick out some clothes for you!"
The middle-aged man's gaze, however, was fixed on Wen Yan's face.
This woman... was too beautiful!
Not the cold, exquisite kind of beauty, but one that was completely unthreatening, making people feel comfortable at first glance. And the more he looked, the more captivating she became.
Seeing him staring at Wen Yan, Luo Ziyu was so angry she gritted her teeth.
"Okay, you pick for me!" the middle-aged man finally said with a smile.
The clothes in this store were mostly a few hundred yuan.
As Wen Yan picked out clothes for Leng Xunze, Luo Ziyu stuck to her like a piece of gum, looking at the price tags and deliberately saying, "Oh my, the clothes in this store are so cheap, only over nine hundred yuan. Brother Wang, it doesn't seem to match your status!"
"As long as it looks good."
"Let me look for something more expensive," Luo Ziyu chirped.
Wen Yan ignored her and picked out a white shirt for Leng Xunze. Luo Ziyu, however, was quick-eyed and saw it was only over two hundred yuan.
"Wen Yan, why are you only buying your boyfriend clothes worth over two hundred yuan? That's too cheap, can he even wear it out?" Luo Ziyu sneered.
"I'm paying for the clothes I buy, what about you?" Wen Yan glanced at her.
Luo Ziyu's face flushed slightly. For the sake of her reputation, she gritted her teeth and said, "Of course, I'm paying too."
"Then hurry up and buy something, stop dawdling. You don't want to buy it, do you?"
"How could I? Darling, try on this shirt." Luo Ziyu handed him the over nine hundred yuan shirt.
The middle-aged man and Leng Xunze both went to the fitting rooms.
Wen Yan looked at her phone for a while.
Luo Ziyu's gaze, however, remained fixed on Wen Yan. Seeing her calm and silent demeanor, she felt even more that Wen Yan was mocking her in her heart.
"Hmph, you're really pathetic. Where did you find this boyfriend? He looks so poor, are his clothes all from street stalls?"
"Does your family live by the sea?" Wen Yan retorted.
The implication was, why are you meddling so much?
Luo Ziyu understood and her face turned red with anger. "Do you know who my boyfriend is? The general manager of Dacheng Group, he's very rich. He has several large apartments and a villa in the local area! You two will probably never be able to afford a large apartment in Haicheng in your lifetime!"
"Mmm, mmm, mmm. I just wonder if your dad will break your legs when you bring him home?" Wen Yan said with a half-smile.
She wasn't interested in other people's love lives.
But it was tiresome when Luo Ziyu insisted on showing off.
Luo Ziyu couldn't stand being provoked like this and immediately got angry, wanting to slap Wen Yan.
Having been slapped many times at the Li family's, she had developed a muscle memory. She flicked Luo Ziyu's hand away.
"Wen Yan!"
"Luo Ziyu, are you crazy? I don't care if you're with someone as old as your father or as old as your grandfather, but don't act so shamelessly in front of me!" Wen Yan said angrily.
Luo Ziyu's tears immediately fell.
She had actually been hiding it, and didn't often go out with this man.
She had always felt that although her body was tainted, her soul was still clean.
But by chance, she was caught, and she instantly felt that her last fig leaf was gone.
Wen Yan didn't expect Luo Ziyu to cry. After a moment of silence, she seemed to understand something.
Her voice lowered. "Luo Ziyu, what you gain through others, even if it's very good, will still leave you feeling empty. Only the fruits of your own labor, obtained through your own hands, will always be yours."
"What do you know? The clothes I'm wearing now, you might not be able to afford even if you worked for a year!" Luo Ziyu suddenly became arrogant again.
Wen Yan: "..." Crazy, too lazy to bother with her.
But after Luo Ziyu said that, she thought about it and suddenly felt it was right.
She was wearing luxury brands from head to toe, or at least mid-range luxury brands. How could Wen Yan compare to her?
Even though her cousin was rich, she wore affordable clothes, probably because she wasn't favored!
At this moment, the middle-aged man came out.
The dark blue shirt looked quite elegant on him, but it also accentuated his beer belly.
Luo Ziyu immediately flattered him, "Darling, you're amazing, you look handsome in anything. You look like you're in your twenties."
The sales assistant nearby also seized the opportunity, "Yes, this is the demeanor of a big boss. No one suits this outfit better than you."
The door of the adjacent fitting room suddenly opened, and Leng Xunze walked out.
In that instant, all focus seemed to be on him.
The simple white shirt was transformed by his golden, inverted triangle physique into something with the aura of a supermodel. His rolled-up sleeves revealed his strong forearms, and the hem of his shirt was tucked into his casual pants, highlighting his lean waist.
Instantly, the middle-aged man seemed to lose all his luster.
"Oh my god, so handsome!"
"He's so handsome I could cry, I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"
"Can't you see his girlfriend standing next to him? She's also beautiful. Of course, handsome men and beautiful women make a pair, right?"
Most of the women buying clothes in the men's store were doing so for their male companions. Upon seeing Leng Xunze, they all became infatuated.
Leng Xunze, however, only looked at Wen Yan. Wen Yan walked over and adjusted his collar, a smile unconsciously appearing on her lips. "It looks good!"
"It's your good taste," the man said in a low voice.
"I picked out a few more for you just now, why don't you try them on?" Wen Yan handed him more clothes.
Leng Xunze went to try on the clothes.
But the customers outside continued to talk about them.
Some were even reluctant to leave, deliberately staying to watch him change.
The middle-aged man and Luo Ziyu were completely ignored.
Luo Ziyu felt a surge of shame and discomfort.
The middle-aged man, however, seemed indifferent. "This shirt is quite nice. Although I don't usually wear clothes at this price point, since you're buying it for me, I'll take it."