Su Junmo had no idea what Shen Wanwan was laughing about again.
Today’s filming was finished.
After one more day tomorrow, his scenes as a minor supporting character should be wrapped up.
Then he could finally have a showdown with Song Qianqian.
Just thinking about that moment made him feel refreshed.
Great. No more getting beaten in the future.
Song Qianqian was not some delicate little girl. She had plenty of strength and plenty of methods.
When he thought about the first time he had been hit, his scalp still tingled.
Song Qianqian’s movements had been skilled, as if she had rehearsed them hundreds or thousands of times. Every strike had landed precisely where it was meant to.
Even now, remembering it made him shudder.
“Su Junmo, let’s go. I’ll treat you to dinner.”
After packing up her things, Song Qianqian walked straight over to him.
Su Junmo was not picky about food. He could eat almost anything.
There was a particularly famous restaurant nearby. She could take him there to try it.
Before he could respond, Shen Wanwan reached out and grabbed his wrist, lifting her chin arrogantly. “Sorry, he won’t be joining you. The rest of his time belongs to me.”
Seeing the stiffness in Song Qianqian’s eyes, Shen Wanwan felt extremely pleased.
Hahaha.
So what if she was a senior?
So what if they went to the same school?
So what if they lived close by?
Su Junmo’s heart belonged to only one person. That was her.
Song Qianqian could keep dreaming.
Shen Wanwan had already noticed.
Song Qianqian’s attitude toward Su Junmo was anything but ordinary. It looked very much like she was pursuing him.
“Su Junmo, let’s go.”
Shen Wanwan pulled him forward. A Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of them. The driver politely opened the door. “Miss Shen, Young Master Su, please get in.”
Su Junmo was practically pushed into the car. Through the window, he saw Song Qianqian’s face darken instantly.
A chill ran down his spine.
Wait, seriously…
She’s already angry??
Song Qianqian watched the luxury car slowly drive away. Thinking of Shen Wanwan’s provocative gaze, her lips pressed into a straight line.
What exactly was the relationship between Shen Wanwan and Su Junmo?
An inexplicable flame rose in her chest. She dug her fingernails into her fingers so hard she almost broke the skin.
Su Junmo should have stayed obediently at home, waiting for her to return.
For the first time, Song Qianqian felt her judgment might have been wrong.
Su Junmo did not seem to like her as much as she had imagined.
Were all those moments before fake?
The meals he had cooked with his own hands… his gentle tolerance again and again…
No matter what she did to him, he had accepted it softly.
In that instant, her eyes stung.
No.
She refused to believe it.
Su Junmo must have his reasons. There had to be some other cause.
No matter what, she would ask him face to face.
She would tell him that she could properly date him on campus.
He would surely accept it with gratitude.
After all, Shen Wanwan was a celebrity. It was normal for Su Junmo to admire celebrities.
But she would only allow this once.
Only this once would she tolerate him ignoring her.
There would not be a second time.
…
In a place glittering with gold and extravagance, Su Junmo had nowhere to hide.
Just like now.
Shen Wanwan wore a fitted short dress and high heels. From head to toe, even every strand of hair was exquisitely styled.
One hand carried her handbag. The other was hooked around Su Junmo’s arm.
Su Junmo, on the other hand, wore a shirt he had bought online for 20 or 30 yuan, paired with 9.9 yuan free-shipping casual pants.
On his feet were branded shoes shipped from Putian.
From head to toe, the only thing truly impressive about him was his face.
Clothes that cost less than 100 yuan in total suddenly seemed worth several times more when worn by him.
When one person ascends, even the chickens and dogs rise with him.
If you are handsome enough, even cheap clothes look like luxury brands.
Especially in a high-end shopping mall like this.
The bright lights left no room for his looks to hide.
Shen Wanwan glanced at what he was wearing and pressed her forehead, laughing softly. “Where are the clothes I bought for you last time? If you dress like this, people will think I mistreat you. Come on, let’s get you a proper outfit first.”
Su Junmo smiled easily. “Then thank you, Wanwan.”
To him, clothes were merely something to cover the body.
Expensive or cheap… it made no real difference in his eyes.
These so-called luxury goods were nothing more than face value.
The ones Shen Wanwan had given him before had all been listed on second-hand marketplaces.
He had kept only a few to maintain appearances.
But he would not wear them at school. Too eye-catching.
Especially for someone like him, who could accidentally attract emotional debts at any moment, being flashy was the last thing he needed.
Shen Wanwan brought him into a high-end luxury boutique.
The moment she entered, she was warmly welcomed. She was a regular customer here.
“Bring over the latest men’s collection. See if there’s anything suitable for him. Bring all of it.”
Sitting lazily on the sofa in the VIP lounge, Shen Wanwan flicked her hair and gave the order casually.
Several sales assistants glanced at Su Junmo and covered their mouths as they giggled. “Of course… the new men’s collection would suit this handsome little brother perfectly.”
After speaking, they wheeled in the newest season’s menswear. “We have a model with similar height and build. Would you like him to try them on for you?”
Su Junmo lifted his head at that. Not far away stood a young man with similar height and build, looking eager to try.
His gaze lingered on Shen Wanwan, clearly seeing prey.
In luxury boutiques like this, if customers did not want to try clothes on themselves but still wanted to see the effect, the store would provide models with similar measurements to wear the clothes.
The customer only needed to watch and choose.
The wealthy truly found creative ways to enjoy themselves.
Or perhaps these boutiques were simply clever.
Creative ways to earn the rich’s money.
In a certain sense, Su Junmo felt an odd kinship with them.
He also only earned money from the wealthy.
The young model walked over. He wore light makeup and looked fairly good.
He sized Su Junmo up first, secretly curling his lips in disdain.
If someone like him could please a wealthy patron, so could he.
Su Junmo watched as the model stepped closer to Shen Wanwan, flashing a flattering smile. “Miss, let me try them on for you. Can you ask them all to leave?”
Goosebumps rose along Su Junmo’s arms.
Brother, if you want to sell yourself, go ahead. Just don’t steal someone else’s client.
Do you even understand the rules of the trade?
Shen Wanwan glanced at Su Junmo, then at the model in front of her.
Once again, she marveled at her own taste.
One pick, and she always chose the best.
The model in front of her seemed a little greasy. Su Junmo, on the other hand, was clean and refreshing.
“You can leave. We don’t need you. Bring over some matching women’s outfits as well, and then close the door.”
She gave the instructions as if it were the most natural thing in the world, not noticing how unnatural the expressions around her had become.
The sales assistants hurried off to fetch the clothes, but one of them could not help muttering inwardly.
Please don’t do anything inappropriate in the fitting room. These wealthy people are not someone we can afford to offend… but the fitting room… please, at least keep it innocent.