Chapter 84: It’s Different Every Time It’s Opened
Chapter 84: Chapter 84: It’s Different Every Time It’s Opened
After his "awakening," Zhang Yan thought he could accurately grasp his own emotions. At least, that was what he originally thought. But when he saw another man approaching Xiaoyan like a lustful toad—especially when he already considered her his exclusive possession—a wicked fire surged to his head, fueling his youthful arrogance by another thirty percent. That was why his opening words had been so blunt.
After all, he was only a twenty-two-year-old college graduate who hadn’t even entered society yet. Brother Tongzi had given him enough confidence to be as unhurried as possible, but true composure and maturity required the precipitation of time. He wasn’t actually thirty-eight years old.
Zhang Yan knew this wicked fire was mainly driven by his chauvinistic possessiveness, but he was still somewhat surprised by how fiercely it burned. He had been playing with the suspension bridge effect all day, yet he seemed to have forgotten that he was on that very same bridge with Xiaoyan. Even if he wasn’t as strongly affected as she was, he had unwittingly developed a sliver of genuine affection for this girl he once only lusted after physically. A sliver wasn’t much, but it was the fundamental difference between having feelings and having none.
Having figured out the changes in his heart, Zhang Yan no longer hesitated. He pulled up the backlogged system notifications and pressed [Accept].
[Xiaoyan has been bound as the host’s partner. 1,000,000 yuan in exclusive consumption funds rewarded.]
Zhang Yan had thought a lot in his mind, but in reality, only a fleeting moment had passed. With his emotions sorted out, he confidently and calmly delivered that line: "So what if you turn a blind eye?"
However, Fang Hanyu, who had just been directly provoked, showed no signs of anger. Instead, he wore a teasing expression that seemed to say, "Look at you, getting all worked up."
"Our Huaxia is a society ruled by law, so of course I can’t do anything about it. But since you look down on Yikoo, you must be very rich, right? So why have you been walking around with your girlfriend for so long without buying a single thing?"
Just at this moment, Xiaoyan’s classmate returned with a shop assistant.
"Honey, they can only use same-size samples for try-ons here, so I’m going to the public fitting room over there with the assistant first."
Upon returning, the female classmate noticed the strange atmosphere in the area. But figuring it had nothing to do with her anyway, she ignored it and simply continued fawning over her sugar daddy. However, her words provided Fang Hanyu with the perfect assist.
"La Perla actually provides highly private, dedicated fitting rooms for VIP customers, but the prerequisite is that you have to be a VIP here. Miss," Fang Hanyu deliberately asked the nearby shop assistant, "what are the requirements to become a VIP at this store?"
The assistant didn’t know the underlying tension and could only answer enthusiastically, "Our store only requires a cumulative spending of 100,000 yuan to become a VIP customer."
Satisfied with the answer, Fang Hanyu turned back to Zhang Yan. "You’re so rich, you must be a member, right?"
Fang Hanyu obviously knew Zhang Yan most likely wasn’t a member. Members had exclusive personal shoppers and could head to the VIP area to preview and purchase new arrivals in advance. He and the girl in his arms had just stepped out of that exact area, and his own personal shopper was currently processing the orders he had just placed.
When a man had a woman leaning against him, the importance he placed on his pride elevated by an entire magnitude. Even the world-weary middle-aged chief editor wouldn’t have backed down and shown weakness so quickly when mocked earlier if he had been holding a woman in his arms at that exact moment. At the very least, he would have put on a tough front before retreating.
Fang Hanyu was about the same age as Zhang Yan. Both were young men who, while possessing some shrewdness, didn’t have much. So, upon hearing someone openly belittle the company he had just been bragging about to his woman, the blood rushed to his head and he walked over to pick a fight. And once the two sides met face-to-face and exchanged unceremonious remarks, the feud was officially forged. It was a bit baffling, yet entirely reasonable.
Zhang Yan watched the other party’s exaggerated acting and listened to the thinly veiled mockery, but he didn’t have much of a reaction. Confidence was the best tranquilizer.
"I’m indeed not a VIP member here yet, but I just have to become one, don’t I?" He looked at Xiaoyan, who was holding only a single pair of panties, and spoke with a hint of domineering authority. "I told you to pick a few sets as you pleased, but you’re being so stingy. I’ll pick them out for you from now on."
Zhang Yan began sweeping through the store as if he were on a street market shopping spree. Yes, "sweeping" was the only way to describe it. He didn’t look at the price tags at all. Whenever he saw a nice style, he had an assistant find one in the appropriate size, and the shopping basket was quickly piled high with garments.
Seeing this, Fang Hanyu didn’t show much emotional fluctuation. After all, putting things in a basket wasn’t the same as actually buying them. He was no longer in a hurry to leave. He trailed after Zhang Yan with keen interest, wanting to see how this guy would wrap up his act in the end.
Could he really be planning to buy a hundred thousand yuan worth of lingerie in one go for the girl tucked into his side? Although that girl was indeed exceptionally stunning, it was still highly unlikely. It was just too crazy. After all, Fang Hanyu had been patronizing this store since his freshman year of college. He didn’t even know how long he had been shopping here or how many girlfriends he had cycled through before finally reaching the VIP threshold.
With a mindset of watching a good show, the middle-aged chief editor also followed beside Fang Hanyu. He knew this young master was a bona fide rich second-generation heir. Not only did his father hold a large percentage of shares in their company, but he also owned many other businesses. With Fang Hanyu and Zhang Yan at each other’s throats, the editor would experience the thrill of a spectator regardless of who ultimately won.
He thought, "Fight, fight! Aren’t you young? Aren’t you hot-blooded? Bleed yourselves dry and drop a million or so!"
In contrast, the emotions in Xiaoyan’s heart were somewhat complicated. Zhang Yan was finally willing to buy her gifts, which was something she had been looking forward to for a long time. But as he tossed expensive garments into the shopping basket one by one, she gradually began to panic.
She worried, "He’s being a bit impulsive right now. Once he realizes how much money he spent, he might regret it. Will he end up hating me by association when that happens?"
Xiaoyan spoke up several times to try and dissuade him. "Darling, it’s really enough. This is enough for me to wear for a long time."
But her only response was a hard pinch on her right buttock. "It doesn’t matter what you think. You can never have too many sets of lingerie. This way, every time I lift it, it will be a different surprise."
Intimidated by Zhang Yan’s dominant posture and actions, Xiaoyan became docile and stopped talking. However, the burning sensation on her rear made her shift her body unnaturally, causing her to rub against him. In response, Zhang Yan pulled her a fraction tighter.
But as she thought about the hidden message in his words, she couldn’t help but feel flustered. She wondered, "He said ’lift it.’ How is he going to lift it? Does he want to..."
The "street market shopping spree" finally came to an end. He bought two different styles each of bathrobes, bodysuits, leggings, pajamas, and nightgowns. As for bras and panties, he bought seven different sets, ranging from lace to pure silk.
At checkout, these weightless scraps of fabric that could be scrunched up in one hand amounted to a staggering 130,300 yuan!
Faced with the exorbitant price, Zhang Yan nonchalantly looked at the assistant beside him. "Ring me up first. This qualifies me to be your VIP now, doesn’t it?"
Receiving an enthusiastically affirmative reply from the assistant, Zhang Yan nodded and turned back to Fang Hanyu.
"You’ve been wandering around with us and your girl for quite a while now, but it doesn’t look like you’ve bought much. You’re not holding back because you think it’s too expensive, are you?"