She walked over to the wall covered entirely with scarves—a vibrant display of various colors and materials. She simply raised her hand, her fingertips lightly brushing over a sky-blue silk square, feeling its cool, smooth texture.
It was this very gesture.
Ye Mochen directly addressed the store manager who had hurried over: “Everything on this wall, except for the colors she doesn’t like.”
The manager was so shocked his jaw nearly dropped. Looking at the black card Jiang Pei handed over, his voice trembled: “Sir… you, you mean, this entire wall…”
Ye Mochen couldn’t even be bothered to repeat himself, merely giving him a faint glance. That one look instantly silenced the manager, leaving him only able to nod.
His hands shaking, he took the card, feeling as though he wasn’t holding just a card but a mountain of gold.
Ran Weiyi finally couldn’t hold back. She turned her head aside, her shoulders trembling slightly with laughter. Achen was truly taking this new “boyfriend” role to the extreme.
Ran Weiyi finally couldn’t resist tugging on the stiff sleeve of his suit jacket.
Ye Mochen looked down at her, the tense line of his jaw showing no sign of softening, yet a barely perceptible question flickered in his eyes.
Ran Weiyi stood on her tiptoes, leaning close to his ear. Her warm breath brushed against his ear as she whispered softly, “Achen, I’m thirsty. I want to drink milk tea from that shop.”
She pointed to a trendy milk tea shop not far away, its entrance crowded with a long line, the storefront decorated in a pink, noisy style.
Ye Mochen followed her finger and looked over, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. The low-pressure aura around him seemed almost tangible.
That kind of cheap, crowded place, filled with the cloying scent of artificial flavorings, was even more unbearable to him than this luxury store.
But her eyes were sparkling, fixed unblinkingly on him, filled with nothing but anticipation.
Ye Mochen remained silent for a full half-minute before finally squeezing out one word: “Fine.”
He turned to Jiang Pei, signaling with his eyes for him to stay and protect Ran Weiyi. Then, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders before striding off alone toward the long line.
[Doudou: Unlocking a brand-new storyline! “The Domineering CEO Humiliates Himself by Queuing for Love”! Sis, what kind of ultimate sweet romance plot is this! I’m so happy for you I could spin in circles!]
Ran Weiyi pulled the jacket, still warm with his body heat, tighter around her shoulders and smiled as she watched the man.
Dressed in a white shirt, his figure tall and straight, he stood out starkly and isolated among the casually dressed, chattering young girls.
He stood ramrod straight, eyes fixed ahead, hands in his pockets, his entire body radiating a chilling aura of “approach and die.” The people in line instinctively kept a safe distance of over half a meter from him, creating a small vacuum zone around him.
Even so, many girls frequently glanced back, stealing looks at him, whispering and blushing.
Finally, two girls who considered themselves exceptionally beautiful exchanged a glance, mustered their courage, and walked over to him together.
One of them flipped her hair and spoke in an artificially sweetened voice: “Handsome, are you alone? What flavor of milk tea do you want? We’re ahead in line; we can buy it for you.”
Ye Mochen didn’t even lift his eyelids. His thin lips parted, uttering two words.
“Get lost.”
The voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a block of ice shattering on the ground—clear and freezing.The smiles on the two girls’ faces instantly froze, the color draining completely from their faces as if they had been publicly slapped.
They opened their mouths but couldn’t utter a single word. Under the gazes of those around them—some sympathetic, others amused—they turned and fled in embarrassment.
The entire line fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Ran Weiyi leaned against the wall nearby, her heart feeling sweet. Her Achen was just too adorable~~
She loved that her boyfriend reacted this way toward other girls.
Jiang Pei and the bodyguards behind him all kept their eyes downcast, noses to their hearts, striving to maintain their professional composure, though the twitching corners of their mouths betrayed them.
These elites, who usually handled all kinds of unexpected crises, were now facing an unprecedented challenge in their careers: holding back laughter.
Having followed Ye Mochen for many years, Jiang Pei had never imagined that one day he would see his esteemed Mo Chen personally standing in a line among a group of young girls just to buy a drink costing a few dozen yuan.
Even less had he expected him to treat two girls who had come to flirt with the same attitude he used to deal with corporate spies.
After the two girls fled in panic, the long line fell into an eerie, dead silence.
No one dared to whisper anymore; even phones were put away. Only the noisy music from the milk tea shop unilaterally set the atmosphere.
The line slowly inched forward. Ye Mochen maintained a clear distance from the people in front and behind him, like a solitary deity who had mistakenly descended into the mortal world, his entire being radiating an aura of “keep away.”
Finally, it was his turn.
“Hello, sir. What would you like to drink?”
The girl taking orders still had some baby fat on her cheeks. She forced a professional smile, but her voice trembled slightly from nervousness as her gaze shifted between his stern face and the flashy menu.
Ye Mochen’s eyes swept over the menu, taking in names like “Pink Bubble Dream” and “Taro Bobo Cloud.” His brow furrowed even tighter.
To him, these things were no different from garbled code.
His silent pressure made the girl almost cry.
“Signature,” he finally uttered two words, concise and to the point.
“O-okay! The signature is [Cheese Strawberry]. Would you like to adjust the sweetness or ice level?”
Ye Mochen looked at her as if she were an idiot, his gaze seeming to say: Do you think I understand?
“…Just, just make it standard!” The girl was on the verge of tears from his stare and quickly called out to her colleague inside.
“That will be twenty-eight yuan, sir. Will you be scanning a code or…”
Ye Mochen pulled out his wallet from his trouser pocket, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and placed it directly on the counter.
“Keep the change.”
With that, he stepped aside to wait, leaving the order girl clutching the crisp new bill and exchanging bewildered looks with her colleague, unsure what to do.
Ran Weiyi watched from afar, thoroughly amused. This man made even buying a cup of milk tea seem like a high-stakes business negotiation.
Soon, a pink and tender [Cheese Strawberry] was handed over.
Ye Mochen accepted it expressionlessly, his fair, slender fingers forming a stark visual contrast with the cute cup.
He carried the milk tea back, his steps steady and his expression serious, as if he were holding not a drink but a freshly signed billion-dollar contract.
“You’ve worked hard, my boyfriend,” Ran Weiyi said with a smile, stepping forward to take the trophy from his hand.Ye Mochen looked at the smile on her face, and the chill around him instantly melted away.
He didn’t speak, only raised his large, well-defined hand and gently pinched her smooth, tender cheek with his fingertip.
A warmth spread through Ran Weiyi’s heart. She lowered her head, inserted the straw, and took a big sip. The cool, sweet liquid slid down her throat, dispelling a hint of the early summer’s heat.
“Mmm…” she murmured contentedly, narrowing her eyes. “It’s so good.”
She lifted the milk tea and held the straw to Ye Mochen’s lips, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
“Want to try it? My boyfriend personally queued up to buy it—it must taste extra special.”