310: Chapter 299: Looking at You Annoys Me 310: Chapter 299: Looking at You Annoys Me “I’m not buying it.
It’s too expensive here,” Li Yueyue said as she dragged Song Yun out of the store.
“Haha, you know what expensive is now.
No worries, we’ve got nothing on us but money; let’s go check out that store,” Song Yun replied, pointing in the distance.
Li Yueyue followed Song Yun’s finger to the LV store and quickly shook her head, “I already think this store is expensive.
How could I possibly go to that one?
I’ve heard that LV bags cost tens of thousands each, and I’m not like my sister; I don’t have my own source of income.”
“No big deal, we’re just looking around, not spending any money,” Song Yun insisted, dragging Li Yueyue into the store.
Li Yueyue glanced at Song Yun before she began examining the leather bags on display, one by one, encouraged by him.
“Welcome to Louis Vuitton.
Our brand has over a hundred years of history, and all our products are designed to keep up with the trends, offering you the ultimate artistic experience,” a salesperson approached to explain.
“Alright, we’ll just have a look,” said Song Yun.
From a young age, Li Yueyue had to admit that she was like her sister, assertive in character but an absolute scholar when it came to her studies.
Her strong personality meant she rarely asked her family for money, so she was still using a bag that cost only a few thousand—a bag she had bought gritting her teeth after working abroad for two months.
“How much does this bag cost?” Li Yueyue pointed to an unpriced bag, which also looked of good quality.
If it was under ten thousand, she would consider buying it.
“Madam has a good eye,” the salesperson said with a smile.
“This is the latest design by a famous designer from Paris, France, and it hasn’t hit the market yet, so we only have two hundred advance pieces in the mainland.
If you’d like to purchase it, we can contact the manager and offer you a ten percent discount.”
“And after the discount, how much would that be?” Li Yueyue asked tentatively.
“One hundred and eighty thousand,” the salesperson answered after calculating.
One hundred and eighty thousand?
Li Yueyue was stunned.
That amount of money could do so much!
And here, in this boutique, it would only buy one bag?
“I’ll keep looking,” Li Yueyue said with an awkward smile and tried to leave, pulling Song Yun up from his seat.
But Song Yun seemed in no hurry to leave, leisurely sipping tea in the customer resting area.
“If you like that one, let’s get it.
It’s not like we don’t have the money,” Song Yun chuckled.
“Don’t worry, if we didn’t have the money, why would I bring you here?”
“Having money is one thing, but that doesn’t mean we can just waste it,” Li Yueyue said, biting her lip firmly.
“Let’s go elsewhere.”
“We can go elsewhere, but I want to buy a few things here first.
Could you give me some advice?” Song Yun proposed.
Since Song Yun had said so, Li Yueyue could only accompany him and began browsing the men’s section, asking, “What do you want to buy?”
“I need a new belt; my old one is worn out,” Song Yun made up a product to buy.
Li Yueyue had a kind nature, easily believing others.
It’s this lovable trait that made Song Yun appreciate her—good kids deserve rewards.
Since Li Yueyue thought the items here were expensive, she needed his guidance.
It’s just money after all, and he had plenty of it.
“How about this one?” Li Yueyue picked a belt after some searching, not minding the expense when shopping for Song Yun.
She held up a twenty-five thousand-buck belt to Song Yun, considering it.
“Whichever you like, we’ll get that one,” Song Yun said, amused.
“But this one is nice too,” said Li Yueyue, reaching for another belt on the shelf just when another hand was also stretching toward it.
Just like in so many idol dramas, the male and female leads would coincidentally reach for the same item at the same time out of thousands of options.
Some say it’s fate, but to Song Yun, it was nonsense.
With so many items, even if someone shared his taste, hadn’t they noticed someone else was already reaching for it?
Seeing that and still forcing a contrived encounter was downright premeditated.
“Sorry about that,” the hand that touched Li Yueyue’s belonged to a young man in his mid-twenties, clad in all designer brands, like a walking advertisement.
“Do you like this belt too?” the young man asked, smiling brightly, but Li Yueyue wasn’t buying it.
She gave him a look and said, “Yeah, I’m picking it out for my friend.”
“Boyfriend?” The young glanced around and then at Song Yun, taking in Song Yun’s no-name-brand outfit with a contemptuous smirk, “This belt costs forty-three thousand, are you sure you can afford it?”
“It’s none of your business whether we can afford it or not.
Could you stay away from me?
You’re annoying,” Li Yueyue said, clearly irritated.
“Alright, alright, I’ll let you have the belt,” the young man shrugged and said, but Song Yun still noticed a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
What was this asshole reluctant about?
The belt?
Nobody would believe that.
Song Yun watched with a grin as the young man put on a poor performance.
The young man simply wanted to appear polite, usually in situations like this, people would say something like ‘If it really comes down to it, I’d let you have it.’ Although the young man seemed indifferent about the belt, it was his only chance to start a conversation.
If he got talking, everything could progress from there.
Talking isn’t the only purpose of conversation, is it?
You chat a bit, and before you know it, you find yourself in a restaurant, then accidentally end up at the cinema, and finally, you inadvertently wind up in a hotel room where, after the deed is done, the man takes a drag on his cigarette, attempting to sound profound, ‘I’m really not like this.’
Damn it, if he really wasn’t like this, I’d pop my eyeballs out and stomp on them like pig bladders.
Those words from men are pure BS.
Every conversation is aimed at ending up in bed.
Just watch, the moment a woman mentions she’s on her period or insists on going home, see if the man still has so many things to talk about.
Li Yueyue was having none of it and, taking the belt, wrapped it around Song Yun’s waist with a smile, “This belt suits you.”
“It’s okay.
I’m practically a clothes hanger; everything looks good on me,” Song Yun joked.
“Just don’t embarrass yourself by not being able to pay and having to return it.
Remember, the staff is very busy too,” the young man, feeling ignored by Li Yueyue, couldn’t resist a sarcastic jab.
“Not everyone fits a high-end store like this.
Some people dressed in mixed brands come here and just lower the whole atmosphere.”