Su Yang turned to the two of them with a smile and said, "No need, I can handle it myself."
"What? Don’t want us to chip in?"
"It’s not that. I just don’t want to trouble you. Besides, I’ve got a lot to buy, and it’ll cost quite a bit."
Pan Ning rolled her eyes at Su Yang. "If you’re willing, I can even gift you another villa."
Su Yang: "..."
Damn, forgot how loaded these two are. But that’s actually kind of touching...
"Sis, Su Yang already has one, but I don’t! I want one too!" Meng Qianyu stuck out her tongue and raised her hand playfully.
"You? Why don’t you ask your own brother to buy you one?"
"Pfft, I don’t want him to. I’ve got my own money..."
"Then why ask me? Too stingy to spend your brother’s money, so you’re squeezing me instead?"
Meng Qianyu pouted. "It’s not that I’m stingy with his money—I just refuse to spend it on principle!"
"Whatever, I’m done arguing with you."
Su Yang smirked as he watched them bicker. The whole scene was pretty amusing.
Pan Ning turned back to him. "Hurry up and make a list. The sooner we buy everything, the better."
Su Yang nodded. "Alright, I’ll jot it down now. I didn’t get anything when I came back earlier, so you two just relax for a bit. We’ll head to the supermarket later."
"Got it~"
Su Yang pulled out his phone and opened his notes app to list everything he needed.
Ten minutes later, he put his phone down. "That should cover most of it. Whatever I forgot, we can grab later."
Pan Ning took his phone and scanned the list—rows upon rows of items crammed the screen.
PS5, piano, computer mouse and keyboard, gaming chair, desk, coffee machine, coffee beans, assorted alcohol...
Frowning, Pan Ning asked, "What kind of random stuff is this? Are these your top priorities?"
Su Yang grinned. "There’s more below. I just wrote whatever came to mind—all of it’s necessary."
"Fine." Pan Ning sighed and kept reading.
The rest included toiletries, kitchenware, snacks, entertainment items, and dozens of other things.
"Why are you buying a piano?"
"To play, obviously~"
Hearing this, Meng Qianyu perked up. "Su Yang, you can play the piano too?"
"Yep. I’m a master of all instruments~"
"Really?" Meng Qianyu’s eyes widened in amazement.
Pan Ning cut in, "Don’t listen to his bragging!"
Su Yang chuckled. "No bragging here. You’ll see once we buy it."
After everything that had happened before, Meng Qianyu’s trust in Su Yang had skyrocketed—her favorability toward him was now at 80. In her eyes, he was practically invincible.
She gazed at him with admiration. "Really? I can’t wait! We should play together sometime~"
"Sure thing." Su Yang flashed her a smile.
Pan Ning handed his phone back. "I’ll help you get the piano, then. I know someone who sells them."
"Oh? But I’ve got high standards—nothing below a Yamaha."
Su Yang had been polite earlier mainly because Meng Qianyu was around. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have held back with Pan Ning.
After all, the two were already dating in private—they just hadn’t made it public yet.
Pan Ning rolled her eyes. "I’ll handle it. Consider it a housewarming gift."
"Heh, sounds good."
Meng Qianyu chimed in, "Then I’ll buy all the gaming gear you like, Su Yang!"
Su Yang turned to her with a grin. "Great, I’ll leave the gaming room setup to you. I’ll send you the list later."
"Deal~"
Su Yang didn’t bother being polite anymore. For someone like Meng Qianyu, this was pocket change. Overdoing the modesty would just seem fake.
I’ll just get them some bags and jewelry later—fair’s fair.
After sending Meng Qianyu the full list for the gaming room, Su Yang opened Taobao and ordered the latest PS5 from the official PlayStation store.
As he browsed, he ended up tossing twenty more random items into his cart—tea sets, a Dyson hair dryer, a pour-over coffee maker, and more.
Around 4 p.m., Su Yang checked the time. "That’s enough online shopping for now. We’ve got no food at home, so let’s hit the supermarket. Qianyu, you can stay behind—it’ll be easier without you."
Meng Qianyu nodded obediently. "Okay! Hurry back~"
"Got it." Su Yang and Pan Ning headed out.
"I’ll cook for you two tonight. Since her foot’s still healing, we’ll skip eating out."
Pan Ning nodded. "Sounds good."
They reached the car and got in.
Su Yang glanced at Pan Ning. "Does Qianyu... know about us?"
"She does."
"She... does?" He’d asked casually, but her answer came without hesitation.
"Yeah."
"How? Did you tell her?"
"Did I need to? It’s pretty obvious to anyone with eyes." Pan Ning buckled her seatbelt.
Su Yang exhaled quietly. That obvious? Whatever, no point overthinking it.
"Alright, then. Gimme a kiss."
Pan Ning shot him a look. "Later. Just drive."
......
Soon, they arrived at SOP Mall in Yonghe District—one of Su Yang’s go-to shopping spots, along with Qianxiang City.
Like its counterpart, SOP’s basement level housed a large international supermarket chain called Sanmu, where they could find just about anything.
After parking, they walked toward the elevators.
Once inside the supermarket, Su Yang grinned. "Let’s each take a cart and split up—it’ll be faster. Grab whatever you feel like eating."
Pan Ning nodded. "Sure~"
They each grabbed a cart and set off.
The store was massive, with endless aisles. Su Yang started along the outer perimeter, tossing whatever caught his eye into his cart.
The thrill of carefree shopping never got old.
[Ding~ Host is thoroughly enjoying the shopping experience. Reward: 800,000.]
Before long, his cart was overflowing—imported snacks, drinks, fruit, tableware, and more.
He eyed the packed cart. "Guess I’ll need a few trips."
After scanning the area and not spotting Pan Ning, he decided to check out first, load the car, and come back.
The first round totaled over 5,000 yuan.
Smiling, he wheeled the cart to the parking lot, loaded the trunk, and returned.
Not long after re-entering, he spotted Pan Ning leisurely browsing the liquor section.
He walked over with a smile, "I've already finished one round of shopping. How is your cart still empty?"
"I'm looking at the wine."
"Just grab a few cases straight away."
Pan Ning sighed, "Don’t you need to choose?"
"Fine, take your time then. I’ll go stock up on more stuff."
Another twenty or thirty minutes passed. This time, Su Yang headed to the fresh food section, loading up on meat, frozen goods, seafood, vegetables, and all kinds of kitchen seasonings—piling his cart high again.
Just as he was about to check out, he spotted Pan Ning pushing a cart full of alcohol toward him.
"What did you get?"
"A bit of everything—red, white, beer, whiskey, brandy… a whole mess of bottles."
"Alright, let’s check out first. We’ll probably need a few more trips."
They made their way to the cashier, and after this round, the total came to fifty-five thousand.
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't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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