An hour later, I was standing in one of London’s most prestigious luxury stores, where six well-trained sales associates were attending to me individually.

Looking at the spotless shop windows displaying limited-edition bags from various luxury brands, I no longer felt the urge to own them that I used to have.

They seemed to be mocking me: What right do you, a fake heiress, have to own us?

Fu Yanshen brought me here on purpose to mock and ridicule me.

He used to hate accompanying me, a pampered young lady, shopping, but as my bodyguard, he had no choice but to go with me.

I tried to get him suits and expensive watches, but he always refused with a cold face.

He has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs; he's a natural clothes hanger. When I first saw him, I mistook him for a supermodel, and I always wanted to dress him up.

I think he looks even more stylish and attractive in those well-tailored suits than the male models in luxury brand posters.

He deserves them.

"I had them pack it all up."

As I was lost in thought, the man's fingers pinched the back of my neck, and he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

I turned my head and met his dark eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Was he showing off to me while simultaneously mocking my downfall?

Right now, I can't even afford the most basic bag here.

"I don't need these now," I said coldly, and strode towards the door.

Fu Yanshen quickly caught up with me, took my hand, and didn't say anything.

Looking at the luxury goods filling the mall, and then at my own clothes from last year, all I wanted to do was escape.

Fu Yanshen grabbed me, "There's a claw machine over there."

The man's voice seemed to carry a hint of joy.

I followed his gaze and saw a row of pink claw machines placed against the wall of the mall.

Fu Yanshen took my hand and we walked over.

He let go of me, walked to a machine, scanned a QR code with his phone, and exchanged it for game currency.

What does he want to do?

Distant memories flooded back, and I stared at him blankly.

"Xiao Fu, Xiao Fu! Can you help me win a plush toy? I really want a Doraemon one!"

One day, in this mall, I dragged Fu Yanshen around and bought a bunch of luxury bags. I accidentally saw a claw machine in the corner, which had my favorite Doraemon plush toy with a magic door.

My girlish heart is overflowing, and I really want to grab Fu Yanshen, cuddle him, and act cute towards him.

The man was tall and straight, with thin lips pressed tightly together, exuding an aloof and detached air.

He glanced coldly at the claw machine, his brow furrowing slightly, looking quite disgusted.

Looking at his aloof demeanor, I was even more curious to see what he was like playing the claw machine.

"Xiao Fu, help me catch one, don't you know how?" I pestered him, using both coquettishness and provocation.

He lowered his head, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Young Miss, aren't you bored?"

After saying that with disdain, he forcefully broke free from me, abandoned me, and walked forward without looking back.

I was left feeling utterly disappointed.

At that moment, the commotion nearby pulled me out of my memories.

I noticed that passing customers were casting envious glances my way, and the girls were staring at me with shining eyes, completely swooning.

I focused my gaze.

A refined and elegant man stood in front of a pink claw machine, his back slightly hunched, one hand gripping the pink joystick, the mechanical watch on his wrist gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

A stark contrast.

He looked focused and serious, his eyes fixed on the claw inside the claw machine, his right hand calmly pressing down.

fail.

He immediately inserted two more coins and continued.

Is he helping me win a prize?

Isn't it boring?

I haven't liked these dolls for a long time.

I don't care if he plays the claw machine for me; I really don't understand what he's up to.

He failed countless times, but he never gave up. The money he invested was enough to buy hundreds of dolls.

For a capitalist like him, it was a terrible loss and an incredibly foolish thing to do.

I got impatient and didn't want to wait any longer, so I got into the elevator.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a blue and white Doraemon figure blocked them. The transparent glass doors slowly opened, and a tall man stepped in.

He handed the doll to me, the fluffy fabric brushing against my nose. The man smiled, his deep eyes fixed on me, as if filled with anticipation.

“I caught him,” he said, his tone slightly stiff.

After saying that, he shoved the doll into my arms.

I didn't reach out to catch it; I let it fall to the ground.

“I don’t like these things now,” I said coldly.

The man's face suddenly darkened, and a hint of hurt seemed to flash in his dark eyes. In an instant, he turned his back.

His fists, hanging by his trouser seams, were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, as if he were suppressing and controlling his emotions.

I gave a sarcastic smirk, not understanding why he would go to such lengths to please me, his substitute. In broad daylight, was he blind? He should be able to tell who was who.

Could it be that Shi Jin also likes to let him play the claw machine?

But who cares?

Having gone through so much, I really have no interest in verifying anything further.

For me, love and romance are the most unattainable luxuries—they were before, they are now, and they will be even more so in the future.

We remained silent all the way back to the villa.

I was terrified that as soon as I walked in, Fu Yanshen would stop being polite to me and strangle me.

However, he did not.

I had just returned to my bedroom when I pulled a new pack of sanitary napkins out of my bag. Without even tidying up my scattered clothes, I rushed into the bathroom.

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