Rong Yi shook his head. "Keep the card. Didn't you say that in human society, men earn money for women to spend?"
This...
Gu Qiqi was at a loss for words.
She wanted to explain to Rong Yi—they weren't at that stage yet, and she couldn't take his money.
But back when she was brainwashing the Wolf King, she had laid it on too thick, and now she was reaping what she sowed. No matter how she tried to explain, Rong Yi simply refused to listen.
Seeing the girl struggling, Rong Yi smiled. "The password is your birthday. Use this card for expenses from now on. Don't work too hard. You're my girlfriend, so it's only right that I take care of you."
Qiqi was even more flustered—When did I ever agree to be your girlfriend?
Thinking about that morning's kiss, her face flushed again—Fine, maybe we're boyfriend and girlfriend, but I still don't want to spend your money, alright?
Rong Yi thoroughly enjoyed watching the girl's face cycle through shades of red and white. Then, like a magician, he pulled a stack of crisp bills from his pocket and waved them generously. "Come on, I'll treat you to a meal."
Wow, he'd already learned how to withdraw money that fast?
Qiqi declined. "No need, eating out is expensive, and this money is hard-earned..."
The Wolf King looked at her expectantly. "But in your world, isn't earning money supposed to be about treating someone to a meal?"
Seeing his earnest expression, Qiqi finally nodded. "Alright, then."
The two of them strolled slowly along the street lined with banks. There were plenty of restaurants, and after some deliberation, Qiqi settled on a spicy hot pot place—because the Wolf King had a heavy palate and preferred spicy food, and she hadn't taken him to try this kind of dish before.
As expected, Rong Yi found the novelty of eating from such a large pot fascinating, and he loved the extra-spicy food. Sitting upright in his chair with a napkin on his lap, he ate bite by bite with refined elegance, yet at an astonishing speed.
Gu Qiqi, on the other hand, couldn't keep up. Her lips were nearly swollen from the spice, and in the end, she had to put down her chopsticks and sigh in defeat—Ah, watching a handsome man eat was a pleasant experience, but Rong Yi, did you really need to put on such airs while eating spicy hot pot? The way he lowered his head to eat meat, feigning refinement, was the epitome of aristocratic grace. And he only ate meat, skipping the vegetables—that wasn't balanced nutrition at all.
So Qiqi ordered a plate of stir-fried vegetables and placed it in front of Rong Yi.
"Rong Yi, a balanced diet is important. I don't need to spell that out, do I?"
Rong Yi frowned, picking up a piece of greens with a picky expression. "Got it—why are you as naggy as the imperial kitchen's nutritionist?"
After the meal, Rong Yi dragged her out for some shopping. "Come on, let's buy some clothes."
Qiqi glanced at her watch. She still had some time before work, and Rong Yi really did need a few more outfits, so she went along.
The Wolf King walked through the bustling streets, pausing now and then in front of clothing stores, looking quite intrigued.
It was Saturday, and all the shops were holding holiday sales, with discounts as fierce as a battlefield.
Qiqi followed behind and asked, "Rong Yi, do you like shopping too?"
"Shopping?" The Wolf King seemed to ponder the meaning of the word, then nodded. "Observing the people's life isn't bad, and it's even better when I'm with Qiqi."
He scanned the area and furrowed his brow. "Though, there are a bit too many people."
Too many people? That was entirely his fault. Ever since they left the restaurant, passersby had been stopping to stare. Today, Rong Yi wasn't wearing sunglasses or a baseball cap, and his long hair was even loose—when the wind blew, his dark locks swayed seductively, his captivating appearance more stirring than any comic book hero, naturally drawing a crowd of onlookers.