The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng had absolutely no interest in dating and remained listless throughout, acting like a puppet at Wen Zhi's beck and call.

This did not stop Wen Zhi from being in high spirits; the smile in his eyes never faded.

No matter how cold and impatient Wen Yisheng was, he was always infinitely gentle and tolerant.

Holding her hand, they strolled along the bustling main street and browsed the mall. Wen Yisheng didn't want anything, and Wen Zhi didn't force her to give him anything either.

"Then Ah Sheng, help me pick out an outfit." Wen Zhi led her to the men's clothing brand area.

Wen Yisheng refused: "I have bad taste."

Wen Zhi squeezed her hand in dissatisfaction, pouting, "It's okay, I like whatever my girlfriend picks out."

Wen Yisheng looked Wen Zhi up and down at his clothes.

He was tall and slender, a gift from heaven with an outstanding physique and handsome appearance. His open black coat revealed a beige turtleneck sweater underneath. Black trousers and ankle boots—simple yet sophisticated—he was the epitome of a gentle and handsome man.

But in Wen Yisheng's eyes, it just exuded a refined yet beastly aura!

The shop assistant came over with a smile to introduce the items to the two of them. Wen Yisheng didn't want to waste time with Wen Zhi, so she casually pointed to two pieces of clothing.

After leaving the men's clothing section, Wen Yisheng passed by a jewelry store. She didn't want to go in as soon as she saw the brand logo. It was a very popular French high-end luxury brand, which even she, who rarely followed the fashion industry, knew about.

Wen Zhi reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her inside: "Come and take a look."

Wen Zhi took a liking to the camellia series diamond-studded bobby pin and, taking advantage of his height, clipped it to her side, his eyes gentle: "It's pretty. Look in the mirror and see if you like it."

It looks good, of course. Her temperament is naturally clean and refined, so this kind of gentle, fairy-like hair clip suits her perfectly.

Wen Yisheng glanced at the price tag on the counter. She knew this brand's products were expensive, but she didn't expect even a hair clip smaller than a finger to be so pricey.

9300.

It's killing her. It doesn't look like a hair clip from a regular boutique... well... the quality is definitely much higher.

"I don't like it." Wen Yisheng made a quick decision, took off the hair clip, and gently put it down, afraid that it would break in her hands.

Wen Zhichao smiled at the sales assistant: "I'll take this one. Wrap it up."

What Wen Yisheng didn't know was that every single item in her wardrobe that didn't have a logo was incredibly expensive.

"I told you I don't like it." She tugged at his clothes.

"I like it," Wen Zhi lowered his head and lightly pecked her cheek, his low voice carrying a captivating quality, "Wear it for me to see."

Wen Yisheng blushed and pushed him. There weren't many customers in the store, but the staff were all watching them.

"If you keep doing this, I'm leaving."

"No, I admit I was wrong."

The female sales assistant couldn't help but smile like an auntie as she looked at the good-looking young couple; they were such a sight for sore eyes.

This girl seems a bit reluctant; she doesn't appreciate such a gentle, considerate, rich, and handsome boyfriend!

The sales assistant packed the hair clips in a gift box and casually made a sales pitch:

"Our designers have launched a new exclusive series of couple rings, a limited edition for early winter, with only 300 pairs available worldwide. If you two are interested, you can take a look."

"Exclusive series..." Wen Zhi said with great interest.

The sales assistant smiled and walked to the diamond ring section, wearing white gloves as she took out a ring to show it off: "That's right, the designer's inspiration came from the moon in the sky."

"No one can possess the moon with love, but our designer believes that love is selfish, possessive, and ruthless when necessary. The hollowed-out moon design in the center of this pair of rings symbolizes that the moon should also be folded down and possessed exclusively."

Wen Yisheng was speechless. Their designer was quite unique.

Because couples and lovers who buy matching rings all pursue equality in love and respect each other's freedom. What kind of exclusive series is this? No wonder no one would buy it!

She asked, "Could you tell me how many pairs of these wedding rings you've sold?"

The sales assistant's expression became a little subtle.

Wen Yisheng guessed it pretty accurately: this kind of distorted view of love only sells 300 pairs across hundreds of stores worldwide, and the price is outrageously expensive. Even though the designs are high-end and timeless, hardly anyone buys them.

The sales assistant, being experienced, quickly regained her smile: "Well... for the designer, each wedding ring has its own unique story. Not everyone can accept it; only the right person can truly appreciate its meaning."

Wen Yisheng glanced at Wen Zhi with little expression.

Look, I've met the right person.

Sure enough, the next second Wen Zhi smiled and said, "I really admire this designer. This is the one, I want it."

"...I won't wear it," Wen Yisheng said coldly.

"Listen to me." Wen Zhi forcefully grabbed her right ring finger and made the sales assistant measure the size.

The sales assistant was overjoyed and took out a small measuring tape to measure the couple's size: "This one can be customized with letters. The rings will take about a month to make. You can pay a deposit first, and then leave your address. It will be delivered to your home after it arrives."

Wen Yisheng was numb. She turned her head away and didn't say a word. In Wen Zhi's eyes, her little expression was that she was sulking.

"Just wear it for fun," Wen Zhi paid the deposit, then came back, reached out and ruffled her hair, then pinched the soft flesh at the corner of her mouth. "Why are you angry? You look awful. Smile."

"Don't touch me!" Wen Yisheng was so annoyed that she opened her mouth and bit his hand.

Wen Zhi quickly withdrew his hand, smiling happily, "Little dog, I'll let you bite me as much as you want when we get home."

*

After the two left the jewelry store, Wen Zhi took her to an outdoor go-kart track.

Wen Yisheng had never driven a go-kart before, and he was really annoyed by her. Later, he dragged her to change into a racing suit and tried it out, and she found it to be very exciting.

When two people race in the same lane, the innate human desire to win is aroused.

She glared at Wen Zhi through the helmet visor, overtook him on a bend, and drove into the finish line first.

Wen Yisheng took off her helmet, her forehead slightly damp with sweat. She tilted her head back and shook her hair, her eyes were dark and bright, and the corners of her mouth turned up. She raised an eyebrow triumphantly at Wen Zhi, who was one step behind at the finish line: "I won, you loser."

Wen Zhi, dressed in a black and red racing suit, had a perfect figure with long arms and legs. His bangs were swept back, and his eyebrows and eyes were particularly gentle and clean. He lowered his eyes and smiled: "Yes, I lost to Asheng."

"..." Wen Yisheng suddenly realized something, her lips flattened, her face turned cold, and she turned and went towards the changing room.

She won't be swayed by a weird boyfriend or anything like that.

*

It was already evening when they started strolling around, and Wen Zhi then took her to the snack street that college couples always visit.

The food street is filled with young men and women, and has a strong lively atmosphere. The aroma of various snacks is irresistible, and there are long queues in front of the shops. If you don't hold hands, you can easily get separated in the crowd.

Wen Zhi frowned, disliking such crowded and noisy places, but since the internet said it was a must-visit spot for couples, he took notes.

He held Wen Yisheng's hand tighter and turned his head to ask her, "Want some ice cream? Your period doesn't come for another ten days, you can have some."