Page 53 of He Is My Bride
Anne grabbed Li Ying’s leg and pushed it down, looking as if she would gladly murder him on the spot.
Li Ying deemed the size good and hung from Hanjun’s arm, nudging him incessantly as the man took him and his credit card to the cashier.
“Miss.” The sales rep approached Anne. “About the sizes you were asking for earlier, it’s possible to get them from our sister location with a couple of days’ delay.”
“Oh, wonderful.”So, now you’re ready to put in the effort for me when you saw who my client is.
“If you would leave us with your contact information, we could get back to you when we have stock?” the representative said, most politely.
“Of course.” Anne handed her her card. “Here.”
“Anne, let’s go.” Li Ying called to her, new shoes in a bag flung over his shoulder and his arm around Hanjun’s.
The five of them visited more stores over the next couple of hours. Anne felt undeniable satisfaction when some of the haughtier brand representatives showed a change of attitude when she turned up with Wu Hanjun and his ‘mystery woman’ as her client.
The interns soon understood the situation they had gotten themselves into, as they had to wait while the girls shopped and it just went on. They sat around, bored, looking after Li Ying’s growing number of bags, checking their phones. Hanjun sat with them, waiting patiently.
When Li Ying bounced over to ask Hanjun’s opinion on this or that, the boys perked up, following their interactions with interest: how Hanjun softly looked at Li Ying while he twirled around for him in whichever skimpy dress he was trying on now. Hanjun hummed his approval at everything:
‘Mm, looks good on you. Do you like it? Do you want it?’
“Yes, but Hanjun, it’s stupidly expensive, let’s not buy it,” Li Ying had said at first.
Hanjun had frowned. “But you like it.”
“I do, but you bought me a present already.”
Li Ying had been sincere when he had refused the dress. He was used to not always getting what he wanted, but Hanjun wasn’t having it:
“I’ll buy it for you.” Hanjun had simply gotten up and taken out his card again.
“Hanjun—Ai!” Li Ying had wanted to stop him, but Anne had pinched his arm, shaking her head.
“Shut up, don’t make us look bad,” she had whispered.
“What?” Li Ying had whispered back. “Bad? You mean like we couldn’t afford it? I don’t need so many, even if I like them, and I can’t just let him spend all his money!”
Anne had quirked her brow. “You think you’re even making a dent in his wallet? Just let him pamper you.”
And Hanjun didn’t stop there, instead spurring Li Ying on whenever he showed the slightest fancy towards an item:
‘It suits you, do you want it?’ He even began pointing at clothes, shoes, and jewelry once he had an idea what Li Ying liked: ‘For you? Do you like this? What about that?’
“Hanjun.” Li Ying turned to look at the man. “Are you getting a kick out of this or something?”
Hanjun looked at him with oddly intense eyes. “You deserve it.”
He’s totally getting something out of it. Freak,Li Ying thought fondly. Well, if it made Hanjun happy, Li Ying had no qualms abouttreating himself, although he soon stopped counting the sum Hanjun was swiping up, to avoid feeling too guilty.
While at yet another cashier, Li Ying saw Anne turning a bag in her hands, checking the price tag, and reluctantly putting it back on the shelf.
“Anne,” Li Ying called and beckoned, “bring me that bag.”
Anne eyed him suspiciously while walking over with it.
“Is that the one?” Li Ying asked.
“Li Ying…”
