Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

The next day.

At 9:30 a.m., the landline in the Asia-Pacific office of Oriental Style rang.

Qian Weimin had just finished arranging his work schedule for the day when he casually picked up the receiver.

"Boss Qian, Lu Ting and I are going for a stroll in the streets today."

Jiang Mian's voice carried a hint of languor from just waking up, "We're not talking about business, just buying some personal items."

Upon hearing this, Qian Weimin's eyes lit up instantly.

The Goddess of Wealth is going out to spend money; this is a big deal.

Jiang Mian then added another sentence.

She demanded that the people Qian Weimin arranged should only follow her from a distance and absolutely not get too close.

Especially those bodyguards who like to apply hair gel to their hair and spray cologne on their bodies, keep your distance.

She didn't explicitly say that Lu Ting had taken the blame for her morning sickness, only that Lu Ting couldn't stand those pungent smells.

"Don't worry, Dr. Jiang!" Qian Weimin patted his chest and assured him.

"I will personally lead the team to guide you, and I will absolutely not let any unrelated people dirty Brother Lu's nose."

After hanging up the phone, Qian Weimin immediately dispatched Ahai and Acheng.

Then they selected about ten bodyguards dressed in plain clothes, who were clean and odorless.

The group split into several cars and headed straight for the villa on the hillside.

At 10:30 a.m., a peculiar scene appeared on the bustling Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui.

A dozen or so strong men were scattered on both sides of the street and around the shops, forming a human wall that created a quiet space in the crowded street.

Lu Ting walked in the middle, with one hand always firmly supporting Jiang Mian's waist.

His 1.9-meter height, combined with the imposing presence he's cultivated over the years, makes passersby instinctively want to avoid him.

Qian Weimin followed about two meters to the right of Jiang Mian, smiling as he introduced the time-honored shops on the street.

Their first stop was a long-established gold shop in Causeway Bay.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, the shopkeeper, who had been working on his abacus, looked up and saw the scene, immediately putting on his brightest smile to greet them.

Ignoring the shopkeeper's enthusiasm, Lu Ting led Jiang Mian directly to the innermost counter.

"Let's see what the kids are wearing, since this is the most genuine beating we've ever done."

The shopkeeper moved very quickly and immediately brought out several trays covered with red velvet cloth.

Jiang Mian leaned against the glass counter, casually picking and choosing.

She pointed to the items on the plate, and Lu Ting immediately understood.

Two small solid gold bracelets, two heavy longevity gold locks, and a pair of gold-inlaid pendants engraved with auspicious cloud patterns.

I asked about the price, and after converting it to RMB, it was only 30 yuan per gram including processing fees.

Jiang Mian sighed, "These days, if you have spare money, you can just hoard some gold and you'll never have to worry about food or drink again."

Unfortunately, for someone with her foresight, this thing appreciated too slowly.

Doing whatever you want with your money is much more profitable than buying gold and waiting for it to appreciate.

After buying things for the baby, Lu Ting took a fancy to a few more pretty pieces of jewelry.

"Mianmian, I think this necklace looks nice, why don't you try it on?"

Jiang Mian didn't refuse anything; as long as Lu Ting thought it looked good, she would accept it.

After buying the gold jewelry, Jiang Mian pulled Lu Ting and turned to go into the jade shop next door.

The two then selected two jade safety buckles of excellent quality, as well as a pair of warm and smooth baby jade rings.

Lu Ting carefully placed the jewelry into his inner pockets, afraid of even the slightest bump or scratch.

After leaving the jewelry shop, they continued walking towards Central.

Thinking of her friends in the village, Jiang Mian asked Qian Weimin to take her to a shop that specializes in selling imported goods.

She picked out a genuine Scottish wool scarf for Zhao Jianguo, along with a beautifully packaged box of Ceylon tea.

She bought several large bags of imported milk candy and various local snacks for the villagers she knew in the brigade.

Qian Weimin consciously acted as a human shopping cart.

In less than half an hour, his arms were covered with paper bags of all sizes.

The paper bags rattled as he walked, but his smile was brighter than anyone else's.

As Lu Ting passed by a well-decorated photography equipment store, he suddenly stopped.

He stared at the precision instruments displayed inside the glass window for a while, then pulled Jiang Mian inside.

"Boss, let me take a look at that one." Lu Ting pointed to the Nikon FM2 with an all-metal body in the center of the counter.

The shop assistant had a keen eye and could tell at a glance that these people were either rich or powerful.

He immediately put on white gloves and respectfully took out the camera, which represented the highest level of mechanical manufacturing at the time.

"This gentleman has excellent taste."

"This is currently the top-of-the-line fully mechanical SLR camera, with a shutter speed of up to one four-thousandth of a second, ensuring that snapshots will never be blurry."

As the salesperson spoke, they enthusiastically demonstrated how to adjust the aperture and focus.

Lu Ting listened very attentively. He picked up the heavy camera and awkwardly fiddled with the shutter dial.

He raised the camera, closed his left eye, and brought his right eye close to the viewfinder.

The camera slowly panned and finally focused on Jiang Mian, who was standing aside looking at various colorful film roll packaging boxes.

Jiang Mian noticed the movement, turned her head slightly, and her long hair fell over her shoulders.

Just as a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Click."

The crisp sound of a mechanical shutter echoed in the quiet shop.

Lu Ting put down his camera, looked at his real wife in front of him, and couldn't help but smile.

This is the first photo he took himself.

"This one, and give me a box of film." Lu Ting readily reached into his pocket.

It was already afternoon when I came out of the camera shop.

The sun was getting increasingly scorching.

The group walked to the roadside, preparing to take a car to have lunch.

Lu Ting opened the rear door of the Mercedes-Benz, carefully holding the top of the door frame with his hand, and helped Jiang Mian sit inside.

As Jiang Mian adjusted her posture on the soft leather seat, Lu Ting suddenly turned his head and looked at Qian Weimin, who was stuffing dozens of shopping bags into the trunk.

"Mr. Qian, where can I buy this car?"

Lu Ting patted the chair, his tone very serious, "It's quite comfortable to sit in."

Qian Weimin stuffed the last bag in, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"Brother Lu wants to buy a car?" Qian Weimin's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand with great enthusiasm.

"If you like this car, just drive it away. Talking about buying it is too formal."

"One thing at a time, I'll buy the car myself." Lu Ting refused without any room for negotiation.

He frowned slightly and spoke his true thoughts.

"As you know, the roads in Tomato County are difficult to travel on, full of potholes and small gravel."

"My military green Jeep has a too stiff chassis. Mianmian would definitely feel very bumpy riding in it now and wouldn't be able to stand it."

Lu Ting didn't care about any pomp or circumstance; all he could think about was how to make sure his wife didn't suffer on the way back to the village.

Upon hearing this, Qian Weimin immediately recalled the embarrassing situation he had experienced twice falling into the same pit and being pulled out by an oxcart.

He chuckled awkwardly and praised repeatedly, "Brother Lu, your consideration is absolutely right! The road conditions in the mainland are indeed hard on cars."

"Ordinary cars have too low a chassis, making them easy to scrape on dirt roads, and they are also uncomfortable to ride in."

"If you want a smooth and comfortable ride, you need a good off-road vehicle."

Qian Weimin took two steps closer, deliberately showing off, "Hey, isn't it a coincidence? I just happen to have a brand new Range Rover four-door luxury version parked in my garage."

"It's a genuine British import, with a high chassis and shock absorption that's widely recognized as the most comfortable in Hong Kong."

After showing off for a while, Qian Weimin waved his hand generously once again.

"Brother Lu, what kind of relationship do we have? I'll just give you the car directly, why bother buying it?"

Lu Ting remained unyielding, "I don't want yours, just tell me where I can buy it."

"Oh, my dear Brother Lu," Qian Weimin said, pulling out his trump card and earnestly trying to persuade him.

"Although Hong Kong Island is much more developed than the mainland, there are still some luxury cars that are not available there."

"Even if you have the money to order a new car from a dealership, just waiting for the shipment to be shipped by sea will take at least a month."

"But can you afford to wait a month? Can Doctor Jiang's current body afford to wait?"

"If you want the Range Rover in my garage, I can ship it right now. Do you want Dr. Jiang to go back to riding in your bumpy, beat-up old Jeep?"

This statement precisely hit Lu Ting's Achilles' heel.

Lu Ting turned to look at Jiang Mian in the car, and thinking of the little one in her belly who was not even two months old, his hard attitude softened instantly.

"Okay." Lu Ting nodded in agreement, no longer refusing. "Consider this a favor I owe you."

Qian Weimin rubbed his hands together with delight; this favor was worth far more than the car.

"Leave it to me! I'll go through the customs procedures first thing tomorrow morning and have the car transported directly to Shekou Port in Shenzhen."

"Once you two have cleared customs, you can go straight to the dock to pick up your car and drive comfortably back to the county town!"

The afternoon sun streamed in through the car window.

Jiang Mian was fiddling with the camera Lu Ting had just bought when she casually interjected with a comment.

"Don't linger too long, we're going back to the mainland tomorrow."

Qian Weimin was in high spirits when he heard this, and the smile on his face instantly froze. "So fast?"

He then immediately realized that Doctor Jiang had already bought souvenirs today, presumably preparing to go back.

He muttered to himself, "Hmm... Doctor Jiang's return to the mainland, this is a big deal..."

Jiang Mian immediately became alert when she heard Qian Weimin muttering to himself.

She knew this show-off's style all too well.

"Don't make a big fuss for me, just go to the border quietly, understand?" Jiang Mian instructed through the car window.

"I understand, I understand, don't worry, I'll keep a low profile!"

Qian Weimin nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, but his eyes, which had been darting around, had already started to drift away.