It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

And so, Wei Xun and Nan Yan ate their boxed lunches and spent the night in this "impoverished" villa. When Wei Xun woke up at seven o'clock the next morning, the sunlight was already streaming into the bedroom through the French windows. After he got up and washed up, he had just walked to the living room on the first floor when he smelled a faint fragrance wafting from the kitchen.

"Sir, you're awake." Qinglin peeked out from the kitchen when she heard the noise, holding a spatula in her hand.

She was wearing an apron, which was quite different from her usual capable image, and she appeared more gentle.

Wei Xun walked into the kitchen and saw Nan Yan standing beside him, looking at the contents of the pot with curiosity in her eyes.

Porridge was cooking on the stove, eggs were frying in a frying pan next to it, and sliced ​​avocado and salmon were laid out on the cutting board.

"Sister Qinglin, how do you use this thing called a 'microwave oven'?" Nanyan asked softly, pointing to the built-in microwave oven next to her. "Look, I want to heat this cup of milk now. I just need to put it in and press this..." Qinglin smiled as she demonstrated how to use the microwave oven and then explained the precautions.

Then she pointed to the oven next to her, "That's an oven. You can use it to bake bread and steak later. If you want to learn, you can search for tutorial videos on your tablet. You're so smart, you'll definitely learn quickly."

Nan Yan nodded, her eyes sparkling, clearly showing her interest.

Wei Xun leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching the scene before him, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

Qinglin's thoughtfulness and Nanyan's curiosity and eagerness to learn brought a touch of warmth and life to the newly moved-in villa, making it no longer as desolate as before.

"Mr. Wei, your Americano." Qinglin picked up a cup of coffee she had bought from outside and handed it to Wei Xun. "Knowing that you usually drink a cup in the morning, I brought it especially for you."

Wei Xun took the coffee: "Thank you for your help."

"No trouble at all, it's nothing," Qinglin said with a smile, placing the fried eggs on a plate. "Breakfast is ready, let's eat."

The three arrived at the restaurant, and Nan Yan looked at the food on the table with a happy smile.

"Eat up, don't be shy," Wei Xun said to Nan Yan, picking up his chopsticks.

Breakfast concluded in a quiet and harmonious atmosphere.

When Qinglin was clearing away the dishes, Nanyan quickly helped.

Wei Xun said to Nan Yan, "Qing Lin and I are going to the company today. Is it okay if you stay home alone?"

Nan Yan's face flushed instantly, and her eyes darted away.

Wei Xun immediately realized what was going on and quickly explained, "Don't get the wrong idea, I mean you can use the tablet to play games or watch TV, or something like that."

Nan Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

"Once I'm done with my work, I'll find you a tutor to teach you to recognize characters and read, okay?" Wei Xun added.

"Um."

"You can find something in the fridge for lunch; Qinglin just brought some food," Wei Xun said. "I'll treat you to a big meal when I get back tonight to celebrate moving into our new house."

Nan Yan put down her cup, looked up at Wei Xun, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"No need, you can just stay at home."

"But... I really want to do something for you." Nan Yan's voice lowered, her eyes filled with disappointment. "I don't want to keep troubling you; I feel like I'm just a burden to you..."

Qinglin finished clearing the dishes and came over, just in time to hear their conversation.

She looked at Nan Yan, then at Wei Xun, and suggested, "Mr. Wei, why don't we ask Young Master Nan Yan to help us buy some things we need for the house? You just moved in last night, and you don't have many things yet, such as slippers, toiletries, and the coffee you usually drink, Mr. Wei."

Nan Yan's eyes lit up, and she immediately looked up at Wei Xun: "Sir, let me do some work, I'm sure I can do it well."

Wei Xun thought about it and felt that this was indeed a good opportunity.

Nan Yan had just come from the club and was still unfamiliar with the outside world. Letting him go shopping would not only help him learn to integrate into society, but also satisfy his desire to "prove his own worth," killing two birds with one stone.

"All right."

Qinglin immediately took out paper and pen from her bag and began to make a shopping list.

As expected of Wei Xun's most capable subordinate, Qing Lin is not only highly intelligent but also meticulous in her work.

She divided the list into two sheets: one for things that could be bought at a fresh food supermarket, and the other for things that were only available at high-end home furnishing stores.

However, Nan Yan frowned deeply as she looked at the words on the list.

He didn't recognize many of the characters, let alone know what these things were.

Wei Xun noticed his predicament, subtly took the list, and said, "Let me review what Qinglin wrote."

He picked up the list and slowly began to read it aloud, pronouncing each word clearly. When he encountered a word that Nan Yan might not recognize, he would repeat it again.

Nan Yan listened attentively, her eyes fixed on the list, trying her best to memorize the words.

After reading it once, Wei Xun knew that with Nan Yan's intelligence, she must already recognize these characters.

He took a bank card out of his wallet and handed it to Nan Yan: "Use this card to pay. Don't worry about the price, just choose whatever you think is good."

Nan Yan took the bank card and carefully put it into her pocket.

Qinglin then wrote down the addresses of the fresh food supermarket and the home furnishing mall on the paper; both were the most upscale places in Nancheng.

"The fresh food supermarket is on the basement level of Hang Lung Plaza, called Ola' Supermarket, and the home furnishings mall is in the Deji Plaza next door, called HarborHouse. The two places are very close to each other, just a few minutes' walk away."

"Don't worry, sir, I'll take the subway and a taxi. I promise I won't wander off and will be right back after I buy what I need," Nan Yan said confidently. Wei Xun smiled, took out some cash from his wallet, and handed it to Nan Yan: "Take this. It'll be more convenient with cash if you need to buy anything small."

Nan Yan took the cash, put it into another pocket, and carefully put it away.

"Alright, we should go." Wei Xun glanced at the time and said to Qing Lin.

"Goodbye, sir; goodbye, Qinglin," Nan Yan said respectfully as she saw him to the door.

"Goodbye, be careful, call me anytime if anything happens." Wei Xun ruffled his hair, then turned and left with Qing Lin. Watching their car drive away from the residential area, Nan Yan immediately closed the door, turned around, and ran inside.

He changed into his outdoor clothes, put on his phone and watch, and confidently walked out of the villa.

The apartment complex is a bit far from the subway station, but Nan Yan likes to take the subway.

The subway wasn't crowded, so he found a seat and sat down, feeling both nervous and excited.

This was the first time he had gone out alone on business, and it was such an important purchasing task. He didn't want to disappoint Wei Xun.

Forty minutes later, the subway arrived at Hang Lung Plaza Station.

Nan Yan followed the flow of people out of the subway station and immediately saw the Hang Lung Plaza building, towering into the clouds and exuding an extraordinary aura.

He took a deep breath, walked into the mall, and followed the signs to find the Ola' boutique supermarket on the basement level.

The supermarket was luxuriously decorated, and the shelves were filled with all kinds of imported goods, so dazzling that Nan Yan was a little overwhelmed.

He took out the list and searched for the items on it one by one.

He first found the organic vegetable section, where the spinach, lettuce, and broccoli were all very fresh.

Then there's the fruit section, where the Shine Muscat grapes are plump, the Shine Muscat blueberries are large, and the imported cherries are bright red and juicy, though quite expensive.

But Nan Yan remembered Wei Xun saying that she didn't need to worry about the price, so she took a box.

The meat and seafood sections have an even wider variety of items.

The grain of Australian M9 Wagyu beef is beautiful; Nanyan chose one with evenly distributed snowflakes.

The black pork looked very fresh, and he took a box of pork belly and a box of pork tenderloin.

Next came eggs, milk, and bread, which he carefully purchased according to the list.

In the coffee and tea section, he couldn't find the coffee beans that Wei Xun usually drank. He asked a staff member and learned that such high-end products had to be ordered in advance and would be delivered specially.

Finally, for the seasonings, he checked the list and bought olive oil, black truffle sauce, caviar, and other condiments.

After shopping at the fresh food supermarket, Nan Yan looked at the cart piled high with goods and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

He pushed the shopping cart to the checkout counter. When the cashier scanned the items, he took out the bank card that Wei Xun had given him and swiped it.

Nan Yan was startled when he saw the amount displayed on the cash register. It was tens of thousands of yuan, but he remembered Wei Xun's words and calmly entered the password.

After he paid, the supermarket staff helped him pack his things and offered delivery service. They asked for the address of Huayao Mansion and said it would be delivered in the afternoon.

Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, no longer having to carry so many things to the next place herself.

He walked out of Ole' Supermarket and, following the directions Qinglin had given him, arrived at HarborHouse in Deji Plaza in just a few minutes.

This is a high-end home furnishing store. The interior is decorated in a simple yet luxurious style, and all kinds of home furnishings are neatly arranged.

Nan Yan walked into the store, took out a list, and began looking for the things she needed to buy.

There are several kinds of Italian handmade genuine leather slippers. As he was choosing, a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Hey, it's you?"

Nan Yan turned around in confusion.

A handsome young man in his early twenties stood before him, looking at him excitedly: "Hey, it really is you!"

Nan Yan was shocked. The distinguished-looking person in front of her was none other than the one from before—

A drunkard at the train station!