Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

And so, Xu An'an got into Yan Heng's car without really knowing what was going on.

Along the way, Xu An'an couldn't help but ask several times what they were going to buy. Yan Heng simply replied, "You'll know when we get there."

The car eventually stopped in front of a detached house, and Xu An'an could see the eye-catching logo of a top luxury brand from afar.

The door opened silently, and a well-trained sales assistant greeted her with an impeccable smile. She barely had time to react before being led into the inner hall, where one haute couture gown after another was presented to her.

When she tried on the fifth outfit, Xu An'an suddenly realized—Yan Heng must be giving this dress to some little girl.

Because my body type is similar to that person's, I specifically called her over to act as a human clothes hanger.

...This guy is really something.

He wants to pursue a girl, but he asks her to try on each item one by one. He really knows how to make the most of things!

Xu An'an lowered her eyes, smoothing out a non-existent wrinkle on her skirt, and a strange, indescribable emotion suddenly welled up inside her.

What kind of girl would even Yan Heng be pursuing?

"Ms. Xu, I think all of these outfits are beautiful," the sales assistant's enthusiastic voice interrupted Xu An'an's thoughts. "Especially this one, it suits you perfectly, don't you think?"

"Oh," Xu An'an waved her hand somewhat embarrassedly, then pointed to Yan Heng, "I'm not important, you can ask him."

"...?"

A big question mark slowly appeared on the saleswoman's face.

Having worked in this industry for so long, this was the first time she had ever seen such an "indecisive" customer... Was she being a little too obedient?

However, she quickly regained her composure, put on a professional smile, and turned her gaze to Yan Heng on the sofa.

"Mr. Yan, what do you think?"

Yan Heng looked even more bewildered than she did.

He didn't speak, but stared at Xu An'an for a long time with a complicated expression.

Xu An'an thought he had missed something, so she thoughtfully spun him around in place.

But after he finished spinning around, his expression became even more unpredictable.

Xu An'an couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She urged, "Hurry up, they're asking you a question."

Xu An'an said this in a very natural tone, and the "people" she referred to were just the sales assistants.

The problem is that these two words are so ambiguous that when people hear this sentence, it inexplicably carries a hint of coquettishness.

Yan Heng's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had been scratched by a kitten's paw.

—It's both numb and itchy.

Faced with Xu An'an's direct gaze, he cleared his throat awkwardly, then took out his wallet, pulled out a black card, and handed it to the sales assistant: "Wrap up everything you've tried on."

...?

Now it was Xu An'an's turn to be stunned.

Wrap them all up?

She slightly widened her eyes.

If I remember correctly, every dress from this brand costs at least six figures...

This was just a regular style. She had just tried on a dress studded with rhinestones. Although she hadn't asked the price, based on Xu An'an's years of experience borrowing dresses, that dress would have cost at least seven figures...

The sales assistant next to him was clearly stunned as well.

She paused, then asked cautiously, "Mr. Yan, did you just mean... to wrap up all the clothes Miss Xu tried on?"

"right."

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, the sales assistant's face instantly broke into an irrepressible smile: "Okay! Mr. Yan, I'll process it for you right away!"

As she spoke, she took the black card and practically tiptoed to the cashier.

It was as if they were afraid Yan Heng would change his mind.

That makes sense, considering it's such a lot of money.

Speaking of which, Yan Heng is indeed as generous as ever.

Xu An'an lowered her head, pinched the hem of her skirt, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Seeing Xu An'an's obviously odd expression, Yan Heng walked over to her side. "What's wrong?"

Xu An'an snapped out of her daze, shook her head, and said, "It's nothing."

After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Yan Heng, is this how you pursue someone?"

This time, it was Yan Heng's turn to be stunned.

He stared wide-eyed at Xu An'an in astonishment, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

The way she looked made it seem as if Xu An'an hadn't just asked casually, but had actually stolen the core business secrets of the Yan Group.

Xu An'an found it somewhat amusing.

What's there to be ashamed of?

Could this be the first time Yan Heng has given a gift to a girl?

—That's why I insisted on dragging her along to choose?

So that's how it is... Xu An'an finally understood everything.

She glanced at the amount on the bill at the cashier's counter and felt that as the older sister, she had a real obligation to give Yan Heng some pointers in this regard.

She beckoned to Yan Heng, signaling him to lower his head.

Yan Heng was still in a daze, but he obediently bent down.

Xu An'an tilted her head slightly, her hand hovering over the girl's mouth, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Actually, if you want to make a girl happy, jewelry is more suitable than clothes."

Yan Heng paused noticeably upon hearing this, and Xu An'an, thinking he hadn't understood, patiently explained, "These dresses are beautiful, but aside from certain occasions, who would wear them out for no reason?"

"Jewelry is different. I can wear it every day, and every time I wear it, I'll remember that it was a gift from you." As she spoke, she slightly gestured with her chin towards the cashier. "With this money, I'd better choose some expensive pieces of jewelry."

After she finished speaking, seeing that there was no response for a long time, she tilted her head slightly and realized that Yan Heng was staring at her with a complex expression that she could not describe.

This was the first time she had ever seen Yan Heng with such a rich array of facial expressions.

She suddenly laughed and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yan Heng looked at her for a while before slowly saying, "You're teaching me how to pursue someone—"

"Sir, your card."

Before he could finish speaking, the sales assistant who came to return the card interrupted him.

The sales assistant smiled broadly and handed the card to Yan Heng with both hands, considerately reminding him, "The previous four dresses have already been wrapped up for you. Would you like this one, Miss Xu, wrapped up as well?"

Xu An'an then remembered that she was still wearing a shirt. Her face flushed, and she suddenly felt embarrassed.

I was just there to help them try on clothes. They've already paid, and it's really inappropriate for me to keep clinging to the dress without taking it off.

So she lifted her skirt and headed towards the dressing room: "I'll go change now—"

But as soon as he took a step, his arm was suddenly grabbed.

"Need not."

Yan Heng's voice came from behind.

Xu An'an turned around in confusion and found that Yan Heng had also been watching her.

After a long while, he looked away, pushed the bank card back, and turned to the sales assistant, saying:

"Please also wrap up a set of jewelry that she likes."

......

Xu An'an was stunned once again.

For a moment, I couldn't quite understand what Yan Heng was saying.

What she likes?

...Does Yan Heng really trust his own taste so much...?

Xu An'an blinked, hesitating to speak, "Um... Yan Heng, you might not understand, but personal tastes in jewelry vary greatly. Why don't you bring her to choose it herself..."

"Her?" Yan Heng frowned upon hearing this, asking in confusion, "Who?"

"Bring whoever you want to give it to to choose from!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the air fell into a deathly silence.

Yan Heng's pupils contracted, and he stared straight at Xu An'an, his expression unpredictable.

Xu An'an felt uneasy under his gaze and shrank back involuntarily: "Why...why are you looking at me like that?"

Yan Heng remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, as if he had finally figured out the cause and effect, Yan Heng lowered his head and let out a faint nasal sound.

The voice was very soft, like a silent self-mockery.

A few seconds later, he looked up and looked at Xu An'an again.

His expression was very strange.

It seemed like anger, loneliness, and a hint of barely perceptible grievance.

Xu An'an's heart tightened for no reason. Before she could react, she heard him say:

"Xu An'an, do you really want me to fall in love with someone else?"