For the rest of the day, Ye Chuan took Luo Xi around to many places, mostly eating, drinking, and buying her some nice clothes.
This coastal city didn’t have many interesting attractions or scenic spots—even the seawater turned muddy yellow when the weather was bad.
Yet, despite this, it was hailed as one of the country’s most livable cities, attracting quite a few tourists.
One could say that traveling is simply about leaving a place you’re tired of to visit somewhere others are tired of.
What this city didn’t lack were shopping districts, with one practically every kilometer.
After their shopping spree, Luo Xi was already carrying multiple bags of clothes.
“Chuan Chuan, isn’t buying so much a bit expensive?” Though happy that Ye Chuan was willing to buy her new clothes, Luo Xi couldn’t help feeling that her spending was a little extravagant.
“If you like it, just buy it. It’s fine,” Ye Chuan said casually. Besides, the clothes Luo Xi picked were cheap—39 yuan apiece or 100 yuan for three. Even so, the girl still felt she was being a bit wasteful.
Sometimes, when you’ve been poor for too long, spending money can feel like a sin.
“I have money now, and I’ll have even more in the future. Just spend it,” Ye Chuan said, pulling out his phone and transferring 100,000 yuan directly to Luo Xi.
“Spend it!”
His woman, his responsibility—after all, back when Ye Chuan was broke, Luo Xi had lent him her hard-earned savings.
Of course, though she called it a “loan,” she never actually expected him to pay her back. She only said so to spare his pride.
“Wow, 100,000?!” Luo Xi blinked her beautiful eyes, completely caught off guard by the sudden transfer.
“No, I can’t take this.” She seemed reluctant to accept it—she didn’t have much to spend money on, and the amount felt overwhelming.
“If you don’t spend it, I’ll give it to another woman,” Ye Chuan teased.
“N-no, you can’t!” Luo Xi immediately protested. Noticing his mischievous grin, she pinched his waist.
“How many girlfriends do you even have, huh? Fine, I’ll take it—just so you don’t waste it on someone else.”
But knowing Luo Xi, she’d probably save it all, keeping it aside for the day Ye Chuan might urgently need money.
Her material desires were low—having food, clothes, and the person she loved by her side was enough to make her feel truly happy.
Much of human unhappiness stems from comparison. Desire is a bottomless pit—the deeper you go, the harder it is to satisfy.
Contentment brings joy, and happiness is often just that simple.
By dinnertime, Ye Chuan took Luo Xi to a high-end restaurant on the top floor of a building, where private rooms even had minimum spending requirements.
“Three signature dishes and a soup,” Ye Chuan said, handing the menu to the waiter before turning to Luo Xi.
She was still taking in the luxurious surroundings. In the distance was the Moon Shell, the city’s landmark—a massive white shell-like structure glowing under the night lights.
She had never dined in such an upscale place before, especially with menu prices that left her at a loss.
“Chuan Chuan, do you have plans for that money?” Luo Xi asked curiously after snapping out of her daze.
“More or less,” Ye Chuan replied, rinsing his utensils with hot water. “First, buy a car. Then get the ‘Three Golds.’ The rest I’ll save for interest and betrothal gifts.”
Three Golds?
“What’s the ‘Three Golds’?” Luo Xi hadn’t caught on yet.
“For marriage,” Ye Chuan said. And Tian Xiaotian’s gold bar wasn’t small either—probably around 100 grams.
At current gold prices, that alone would cost nearly 100,000 yuan.
“?!” Luo Xi’s lips parted in surprise. She hadn’t expected Ye Chuan to be thinking so far ahead. “Chuan Chuan, isn’t that… too soon?”
“Too soon? Just buying in advance.” As he spoke, the food arrived.
“I don’t really need the Three Golds or betrothal gifts,” Luo Xi murmured.
“I wasn’t planning to give them to you.”
Luo Xi’s eyes widened, and her hands trembled slightly.
Then… who?
Miss Bai?
Was this guy just playing around?
A wave of dejection washed over her. Before she could sink into heartache, though, she noticed Ye Chuan’s teasing smirk and immediately realized—
“Chuan Chuan!”
“Just kidding. Of course, they’re for you.” Seeing her flustered expression, Ye Chuan found it endlessly amusing and burst into laughter.
Luo Xi puffed her cheeks. “You jerk! Fine, if you want to marry me, the betrothal gift is one million!”
“Alright, then I won’t consider marriage until I’ve saved up that much,” Ye Chuan sighed.
“W-well, it’s not like you can’t owe me first…” Luo Xi muttered under her breath, completely wrapped around his finger.
Ye Chuan pulled her close and kissed her.
After dinner—costing over 2,000 yuan—Ye Chuan took Luo Xi home.
Both were adults, and with Luo’s mother’s tacit approval, they didn’t need to hold back. Not even bothering with protection, they embraced spontaneity.
“Young man, you’re back!” As soon as they entered, Lan Xiaoke floated into view.
Still dressed in her maid outfit, she hovered near Luo Xi, blinking boldly since Luo Xi couldn’t see her.
Not wanting to startle Luo Xi, Ye Chuan didn’t respond to Lan Xiaoke, only giving her a look. The ghost girl saluted playfully before vanishing into the wall.
“Chuan Chuan, you renovated so fast—aren’t you worried about formaldehyde?” Luo Xi asked, eyeing the interior decor.
The speed of the renovation had her concerned about potential health risks.
“Don’t worry, high-quality materials were used. Minimal formaldehyde,” Ye Chuan said, avoiding any mention of the system. He casually pulled off his shirt.
“Ch-Chuan Chuan, what are you doing?” Luo Xi stammered, her face heating up at the sight of his abs.
Wasn’t this moving a bit fast?
“Taking a shower. What’s the big deal?” Ye Chuan chuckled at her reaction. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me before. Why so flustered?”
“I-I don’t know.” Her cheeks burned even redder. She wasn’t sure why, but seeing him like this made her heart race.
A strange urge even flickered through her mind—wanting to lock him away and have him all to herself.
What was wrong with her?
“No, no.” Luo Xi quickly shook off the bizarre thought.
But remembering what awaited her tonight, the girl covered her face with her hands, crouching as her imagination ran wild.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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