This was a provocation, a direct challenge to Xi Leyao.
But shamefully, her heart stirred.
“You bought this for me, so you can’t take it back!” Song Jinhe held the small bag, glaring fiercely at him.
Lu Xing, who had spent the money without receiving a single kind look, showed no resentment at all. Still smiling, he said, “Mm, I won’t take it back.”
“It’s just a few thousand yuan. It’s not like I’m bankrupt.”
Hearing this, Song Jinhe glanced sideways at Xi Leyao.
His face was dark. He didn’t say a word, but he also didn’t stop Song Jinhe from accepting the perfume.
Then Lu Xing added something particularly hurtful: “Do you need me to have a few new dresses custom-made for you?”
“These cheap clothes don’t suit your elegance at all.”
Although Song Jinhe could make even these clothes look high-end, the cheap fabric, loose threads, and slightly dirty shoes she wore told another story.
Song Jinhe was beautiful. Wearing clothes and shoes like these only made her seem utterly destitute.
Like a pearl covered in dust, it made one’s heart ache with pity.
Custom-made clothes!
Selling them second-hand would surely make a lot of money.
Song Jinhe shamefully felt tempted again, but she still wanted to spare some face for Xi Leyao.
That’s when the System spoke up.
[Accept it. The character must not break character.]
So being money-grubbing was the original character’s personality?
She should have said so earlier. Then she wouldn’t hold back.
“Alright, thank you then.” Song Jinhe agreed with a smile, her large, round eyes sparkling as a particularly beautiful smile graced her face.
Hearing this, Lu Xing took out his phone. “Then let’s add each other on WeChat. Send me your measurements later.”
“Sure.” Song Jinhe completely forgot about Xi Leyao standing beside her and quickly took out her phone, handing over her QR code.
After adding each other, Lu Xing put his phone away and said with a smile, “My offer stands. You can come find me anytime.”
With that, he shoved his hands into his pockets, turned, and left, his retreating figure looking carefree and unrestrained.
Leaving only Song Jinhe watching with “an expression full of envy.”
Of course, this “envy” was only from Xi Leyao’s perspective. Song Jinhe was merely watching Lu Xing leave calmly.
Once outside the mall, Xi Leyao pulled her over to his electric scooter.
His gaze fell on the Chanel bag in Song Jinhe’s hand, then he slowly asked, “If you wanted it, why didn’t you tell me?”
Song Jinhe was still inwardly delighted about the incoming money, but Xi Leyao’s question wiped that delight away. She put on a stern face and said seriously, “Tell you?”
“You can’t even come up with a thousand yuan. What’s the point of telling you?” Song Jinhe said with clear disdain.
“If you just say it, I’ll fulfill your wish,” Xi Leyao said with utmost seriousness.
Song Jinhe began her performance again. First, she scoffed, then sneered and asked, “How are you going to fulfill it?”
“Jiang Yuan’s fiancé can buy her a five-million-yuan ring. Can you buy one for me right now?”
Song Jinhe poked his chest with her slender finger, her brows slightly furrowed. She looked particularly furious. “Can you buy it for me right now?”
“Look at this dress I’m wearing. Would I have worn something like this before? No. It’s all because you’re incapable, because you can’t climb back to the top.”
Song Jinhe said, crossing her arms and finally huffing twice, “If you keep acting like this, I really will divorce you.”
Divorce…
Upon hearing these two words, Xi Leyao’s gaze turned fierce as he looked at Song Jinhe.
“You want to divorce me?” Xi Leyao questioned.
Song Jinhe sensed that he had changed, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
In the end, she could only stiffen her neck and shout, “Do you expect me to keep living this miserable life?”
“You’re just a useless waste now, you can’t even cover my most basic expenses.”
As she continued to berate him, her temper flared up, and her overactive tear glands inexplicably started making her cry again.
“Xi Leyao, you’re just useless!” Song Jinhe said fiercely, tears streaming down her face.
This instantly extinguished the raging anger in Xi Leyao’s heart. He truly was useless.
If he had money today, Lu Xing wouldn’t have been so arrogant.
His woman wouldn’t have been humiliated like that by him.
Song Jinhe wiped her tears with her hand, inwardly complaining fiercely to the System.
“Is this the original host’s constitution? Crying when angry, crying when sad, crying when heartbroken? Are her tear glands really that overactive?”
【The special constitution of the Vicious Female Supporting Character. After all, she used to like playing the innocent victim.】
【If tears don’t fall, how can she win people’s affection?】
Song Jinhe slowly formed a question mark in her mind. Shouldn’t the one with a special constitution be the female lead? What does it have to do with the Vicious Female Supporting Character?
Xi Leyao took out a tissue to wipe her tears, his voice carrying an unprecedented determination: “I am useless now, but don’t worry, I will definitely work hard to earn money for you to spend.”
“You better keep your word, or I’ll divorce you!” Song Jinhe shouted fiercely.
“Okay,” Xi Leyao nodded.
“Let me take you back.”
Song Jinhe quickly asked, “Aren’t you going to deliver food anymore?”
“Hmm, it’s not urgent.”
Sitting behind him on his motorcycle, because she was wearing a skirt, Song Jinhe could only sit sideways. To ensure her safety, she even wrapped her arms around his waist.
Before he started driving, Song Jinhe cautiously said, “You’re not allowed to drive too fast.”
“Okay.”
Back at the rental apartment, Song Jinhe put down the gift box in her hand and lay on the sofa, taking out her phone to open a short video app and start scrolling.
While watching handsome guys, she deliberately tilted the phone screen toward herself, afraid that Xi Leyao might see.
“Did you have lunch?” Xi Leyao came out of the kitchen and asked, looking at her. The kitchen was just too clean; could it be that she didn’t eat lunch today?
“I did.”
“Did you cook it yourself?” Xi Leyao continued to ask.
“Yes,” Song Jinhe answered absentmindedly.
“You know how to cook?”
Annoyed by the questioning, Song Jinhe retorted, “Who doesn’t know how to cook?”
At this, Xi Leyao frowned. Song Jinhe had always kept her hands clean and never lifted a finger for household chores, let alone entered the kitchen to cook.
“When did you learn?”
“I learned a long time ago,” Song Jinhe replied.
Xi Leyao pursed his lips. It had been three months since he went bankrupt. She must have learned after the bankruptcy.
“Don’t go into the kitchen anymore,” Xi Leyao said very seriously.
“Tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll cook it for you.”
Hearing this, Song Jinhe couldn’t help but shift her gaze away from the handsome guy.
This man has something wrong with him. Other men practically want to be emperors at home.
Xi Leyao practically wants to treat her like an emperor at home.
“Aren’t you tired?” Song Jinhe asked sincerely.
“You deliver takeout outside every day, and when you come back, you still have to serve me. Aren’t you tired?”