Those young girls followed and tailed them, even covering their phones as they talked: "Hurry up, hurry up, I'm at the third intersection on Jiefang Road." Some girls were even bolder, holding up their phones to snap secret photos, going "click, click" all the way, nearly making Gu Qiqi lose her temper—fine, sneak a photo if you must, but could you at least turn off the sound?
The Wolf King, on the other hand, was perfectly calm, strolling along with an air of composure, as if the passersby didn't exist at all. It was Gu Qiqi who was blushing and fidgeting nervously, following behind him like she was being paraded through the streets in shame.
She finally couldn't help leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Rong Yi, don't you mind them sneaking peeks at you?"
The Wolf King glanced around, his kingly aura instantly radiating: "No matter. In the past, whenever I went out, the streets were always packed with crowds."
Oh, so he was used to being surrounded and followed. Gu Qiqi gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and had no choice but to keep up.
Fine, no matter it is. Back when I went out, I was always ignored.
They had agreed to buy clothes for Rong Yi, but he kept gravitating toward women's clothing stores, picking out only the most expensive brands. His excuse? "Fewer people."
True enough—the pricier the store, the fancier the decor, the snootier the staff, and naturally, the fewer customers. But wherever Rong Yi went, crowds followed, even in international brand stores. The shop owners, seeing the economic boost Rong Yi brought, grinned from ear to ear, which only made Qiqi more frustrated—like this, shouldn't I be charging them a "handsome man fee"? It seemed Rong Yi had real potential as a model, but unfortunately, he had no interest.
Just as she was stewing, Rong Yi picked out a snow-white dress and handed it to her: "Try it on."
Qiqi took it and glanced at the tag—five digits.
Startled, she quickly hung it back up, careful not to wrinkle even a corner: "This one's no good, no good. Let's go somewhere else."
Rong Yi frowned: "Don't you like it? I think it suits you."
Suits her, of course it does. A dress with a five-digit price tag, more than Qiqi's living expenses for a whole semester—how could it not look good? But the card Rong Yi had on him could only cover two or three such outfits.
This young master was clearly used to extravagance. It seemed she'd have to take charge of his bank card from now on.
Qiqi dragged Rong Yi out of the mall and onto a different shopping street. The clothes here were reasonably priced, ranging from tens to hundreds of yuan, much more in line with their current spending power.
Rong Yi didn't mind. He strolled along, browsing and picking, then spotted another white dress. It had a very flowing fabric, a very simple design—high-waisted, long, with an adorable white bow at the back, and two long ribbons hanging below the bow. A very ethereal style.
"How about this one?" Rong Yi held the dress up in front of Qiqi.
Qiqi quickly declined: "No need to try it on for me. I have enough clothes. Let's go buy something for you."
Rong Yi insisted on pressing the dress into her hands: "Just try it. I haven't given you anything yet."
Qiqi still tried to refuse, so Rong Yi had to say, "Just try it. If it really doesn't work, consider it as me paying you... uh, rent?"
Rong Yi pondered the meaning of the word, then felt he'd used it quite appropriately this time. He broke into a smile, instantly captivating every female within ten paces—including Qiqi.
Qiqi's eyes sparkled as she dazedly entered the fitting room, then dazedly came out wearing the dress. Rong Yi's eyes lit up noticeably, a hint of enchanting light flickering in his gaze: "Not bad."