Lin Yu couldn't help but inwardly praise the female salesperson, marveling at her quick thinking.
Incredible!
With teammates like her by his side, how could the grand mission of their sect possibly fail?
Her response was nothing short of perfect.
A last-minute rescue, indeed!
Lin Yu flashed her a radiant smile.
If he ever really took wedding photos in the future, he’d definitely come to her—he’d make sure she earned commissions on at least a dozen outfits!
The salesperson caught his drift, pleased with her own performance.
Immediately after,
she hurriedly said,
"I won’t take up any more of your shopping time—I still need to check inventory in the back."
"If you need anything else, feel free to come by the store anytime."
With that,
she waved politely and left the scene.
Du Ruxue still harbored some doubts.
Wasn’t she just a shoe store clerk?
Why was Mengmeng so nervous?
Was she worried the clerk would find out that all of Xiao Yu’s shoes were picked by Mengmeng?
Even though suspicions lingered, she had no concrete evidence to go on.
Du Ruxue simply couldn’t figure out the source of Mengmeng’s unease.
In the end, she let it go and continued walking arm-in-arm with Mengmeng.
"Xiao Yu, let’s head to the second floor?"
"We should pick out a couple of loungewear sets for Xiaoxue!"
Chen Qimeng turned back, giving Lin Yu a look of relief.
"Sure, there’s an escalator to the left we can take upstairs."
Lin Yu patted his chest, signaling to Qimeng that the crisis had been averted.
Little did he know.
The real crisis was only just beginning…
As if fate were mocking them,
the trio had barely walked another ten meters when a young woman in a uniform skirt stopped them, holding flyers.
"Excuse me, ladies, sorry to bother you."
"I’m an assistant photographer from the studio just outside on Gold Street."
"With Qixi Festival coming up, we’re running a promotion."
"If you’d be willing to step over and take a ‘bestie photo’ to display on our ‘Wall of Love,’"
"we’ll give you two 12%-off shopping vouchers!"
"They’re valid at most women’s clothing stores in QianDa Plaza."
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "???"
Damn it!
He thought the crisis was over!
How is this starting again?!
Seriously?
Is there no end to this?
Might as well just let the world burn!
The all-too-familiar pitch instantly triggered Chen Qimeng’s memories.
Hadn’t the saleswoman just left?
So she really was off duty—and this assistant was her successor, huh?
Qixi Festival, of all times!
Did they really need this many promotions?
First couple photos, now bestie photos?
And they’d still end up on the Wall of Love!
At this point, wasn’t there already a photo of Lin Yu and Chen Qimeng hanging there?
Please don’t let it be the kissing one!
No, no—
Which one it was didn’t matter. Any of them would be impossible to explain!
Du Ruxue, like Chen Qimeng, had adopted a child around the same age.
If she found out about whatever was going on between her and Xiao Yu…
Wouldn’t that mean losing her friend forever?
Lin Yu quickened his pace to catch up.
This time, he’d learned his lesson—no outright objections.
The saleswoman earlier had already put Du Ruxue on alert.
If he tried to stop them now, it’d just seem suspicious.
Chen Qimeng shot Lin Yu a desperate look when Du Ruxue wasn’t paying attention.
She agreed with him—the more she said, the more mistakes she’d make. She wasn’t exactly skilled at hiding her feelings.
Right now, she had no idea what to say!
One wrong word, and Du Ruxue might insist on taking the photo.
Lin Yu had planned to stay quiet, but he couldn’t just ignore Qimeng’s plea.
If he didn’t step in now, wouldn’t he be failing her?
After a moment’s hesitation,
he decided to gamble.
"Aunt Ruxue, Aunt Qimeng, I actually think it sounds like a good deal."
"If you two take a photo, you’ll save money later."
"Every bit counts these days—12% off is nothing to scoff at!"
Lin Yu switched tactics, openly encouraging them.
If he’d argued against it,
Du Ruxue—still in her suspicious phase—would’ve dug in.
Even without suspicions, she loved contradicting people.
So this time, he’d try reverse psychology. Maybe it’d work.
And work it did—
Just not in the way he expected…
"Xiao Yu’s right. Mengmeng, why don’t we take one?"
"The last proper photo we took together was back in college, wasn’t it?"
"After reuniting after so many years, a keepsake photo would be nice."
"Plus, we’re buying clothes later—discounts are always welcome!"
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke! The Saint’s heartfelt words have pleased the Saintess!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Chen Qimeng: "…"
Lin Yu: "…"
This was the opposite of what he’d imagined!
Why was Aunt Ruxue suddenly so agreeable?
Wasn’t she supposed to love defying people?
Since when did she get sentimental?!
Chen Qimeng was internally screaming.
With Xiaoxue already on board, refusing now would seem insincere.
Hearing that two of the three were in favor,
the young assistant beamed.
Without waiting for Chen Qimeng’s answer, she said:
"Ladies, our booth is just a short walk away."
"Let me take you there? It’s really close."
"You can pick a backdrop for your photo—it’ll be a lovely memento."
"We’ll send the digital copies to your phones too."
Du Ruxue was considerate.
Even with the assistant’s enthusiasm, she kept her eyes on Chen Qimeng, waiting for her answer.
But the tide had already turned.
There was no backing out now.
Chen Qimeng wasn’t the type to go against the group.
All she could do was pray the Wall of Love was crowded enough—
that hers and Lin Yu’s photo wasn’t displayed,
or that she could steer Du Ruxue away from it.
Lin Yu followed his two aunts toward the photo booth.
This wasn’t his first time here.
He remembered exactly where the Wall of Love was.
From their current path, they’d be facing it head-on.
On the way to the booth, they’d pass the nearly covered photo wall.
Lin Yu matched their pace, eyes laser-focused ahead.
His vision was sharp, and the memory of that day was crystal clear.
If their photo was up there, he’d spot it.
…
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