She walked to a wall full of silk scarves, a colorful mosaic of fabrics and textures. She simply lifted her hand, letting her fingers glide over a sky-blue silk square, feeling its cool, smooth touch.
That simple gesture was all it took.
Ye Mochen immediately spoke to the hastily approaching store manager: “All the scarves on this wall—except for the colors she doesn’t like—get them all.”
The manager’s jaw nearly dropped. He stared at the black card Jiang Peili handed over, voice trembling: “Sir… you mean… all of them?”
Ye Mochen didn’t even bother repeating himself. A single glance from him silenced the manager entirely; all he could do was nod, trembling as he took the card, feeling as if he were holding not just a card, but a mountain of gold.
Ran Weiyi couldn’t hold back anymore; she turned her head, shoulders shaking slightly with laughter. Ah Chen had fully embraced his new role as “boyfriend.”
She tugged at the stiff sleeve of his suit.
Ye Mochen looked down at her, jaw still tense, but his eyes carried a faint, almost imperceptible question.
Ran Weiyi tiptoed closer to his ear, warm breath brushing past, voice soft and gentle: “Ah Chen, I’m thirsty. I want to drink the milk tea from that shop.”
She pointed to a trendy milk tea store not far away, decorated in pink, bustling with customers.
Ye Mochen followed her gaze, frowning deeply. His low aura seemed almost tangible.
The crowded, sweet-smelling, cheap-feeling place irritated him even more than the luxury store.
Yet her eyes sparkled, unwavering, full of anticipation.
After a long silence, Ye Mochen finally uttered a single word: “Okay.”
He signaled Jiang Peili to stay and protect Ran Weiyi, then took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Striding forward with long legs, he approached the long queue alone.
[DouDou: New storyline unlocked! ‘CEO Humbling Himself in Line for Love’! Sister, this is peak romance! So happy I could spin around!]
Ran Weiyi wrapped the warmth of his jacket around herself, smiling at the man.
He wore a white shirt, posture straight and imposing, standing out starkly among the casual, chattering young girls.
Hands in his pockets, eyes forward, radiating a “don’t come near me” aura, the queue instinctively gave him a wide berth, creating a small protective bubble around him.
Even so, some girls couldn’t resist glancing back, whispering, and blushing.
Finally, two girls, confident in their own looks, exchanged a glance and approached him.
One flipped her hair, speaking in an intentionally sweetened voice: “Hey handsome, all alone? What flavor milk tea do you want? We can help buy it for you.”
Ye Mochen didn’t even raise an eyelid. His thin lips parted to speak just two words:
“Go away.”
Not loud, yet sharp as ice, freezing the air.
The girls’ smiles vanished instantly, color drained from their faces, as if slapped in public. Flustered, they turned and ran, leaving behind a silent, tense queue.
Ran Weiyi leaned against a wall nearby, feeling her heart warm. Her Ah Chen was irresistibly adorable. She loved seeing him react this way to other girls.
Jiang Peili and the bodyguards kept their professional composure, though the twitch of their lips betrayed their amusement.
The elite team, accustomed to high-stakes crises, now faced an unprecedented challenge: stifling laughter while their master, the distinguished Mr. Mo, personally queued among young girls to buy a drink, treating it like a high-stakes negotiation.
Finally, it was his turn.
A chubby-cheeked girl at the counter, trying to maintain a professional smile, asked nervously: “Hello sir, what would you like to drink?”
Ye Mochen’s eyes scanned the menu of fanciful names like “Pink Bubble Dream” and “Cloud,” frowning as if reading gibberish.
The oppressive silence almost made her want to cry.
“Signature.” He said two words, clear and decisive.
“Okay! Signature is the ‘Cheese Strawberry,’ would you like to adjust sweetness or ice?”
Ye Mochen stared at her as if she were an idiot. The look said plainly: “Do you think I know?”
“…Just… standard!” she stammered, quickly instructing her colleagues.
“Total twenty-eight yuan. Payment by QR code or—”
Ye Mochen took a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, placing it directly on the counter.
“Keep the change.”
He stepped aside, waiting, leaving the girl dumbfounded with a crisp note in her hand.
Ran Weiyi watched from afar, laughing silently. Even buying milk tea, he acted as though conducting a multi-million-dollar negotiation.
Soon, the pink, frothy “Cheese Strawberry” was handed over. Ye Mochen took it expressionlessly, the visual contrast of his long, fair fingers gripping the cup striking.
He walked back steadily, serious, as if holding a billion-dollar contract rather than a drink.
“My boyfriend worked hard for this,” Ran Weiyi teased, taking the cup from him.
Ye Mochen looked at her smiling face, and his cold aura melted instantly.
He didn’t speak, simply pinching her soft cheek gently with his large, knuckled hand.
Her heart warmed. She sipped the drink, eyes closing with satisfaction: “Mm… so good.”
She held the cup up to his lips, eyes sparkling: “Do you want to try? My boyfriend queued up just for me—surely it tastes better.”