"Does this look good?"

"nice."

"And this one?"

"It looks good too."

Which of these two looks better?

"The first thing."

"No, Ji Qingqian, why don't you take a look!"

Lu Yibei arrived at a store of a certain brand. Before buying a thick down jacket, he wanted his girlfriend to give him some advice.

but.

When you make a video call, the only response you get is "Yeah, it looks good."

She even put her phone on the phone stand, but her eyes were still fixed on the computer screen; she didn't even glance at Lu Yibei...

"—Perfunctory!" Lu Yibei said.

“That’s just perfunctory.”

As Ji Qingqian moved the mouse, Lu Yibei could hear the clicking of her keys: "I already said, 'Abei, you look handsome in anything'..."

Lu Yibei fell silent for a moment.

He originally thought that Lady Ji was sincerely praising him when she said that.

I never imagined it was just to escape the troublesome selection process that followed.

"Ask Xu Che; his taste is clearly excellent."

Ji Qingqian threw a pot at him: "...but you're not allowed to dye your hair pink, or I won't talk to you."

Lu Yibei: ...

Then you still say he has good taste!?

Xu Che stood to the side, looking listless.

"No, haven't you two got your roles backwards?"

Ah Ji truly deserves to be Xu Che's older brother.

Yibei is acting like a little girl.

Lu Yibei glanced at Xu Che.

Those who frequently dye or perm their hair should know that light hair colors like pink fade very easily.

If someone like Xu Che dyes their hair for half a month without taking care of it, the bright pink has now faded into a smoky pink—it's not as bright anymore, and it's more of a grayish-purple.

Moreover, he was in a hurry to leave today, so his cauliflower-like hair wasn't styled properly; instead, it looked flat and frizzy, almost like a broken lid.

In addition, there's his face, which already carries a hint of annoyance.

He was originally a rather quirky and energetic young man, but he's been transformed into a handsome guy.

It was a poor performance.

But his extraordinary performance was deeply etched in Lu Yibei's mind.

Therefore, I would never trust his aesthetic sense.

Lu Yibei looked at the salesperson.

The saleswoman was a girl in her early twenties, about the same age as Lu Yibei.

They were quite attentive.

I don't know if they wanted to make a quick buck off Lu Yibei, or if they just thought the two young men standing there were a nice sight to behold.

"...Which one do you think is better?"

Lu Yibei lifted the two down jackets in his hands, the labels on which said they could withstand temperatures of -20 to 30 degrees Celsius: "A or B?"

The salesperson smiled broadly.

"With your looks, and being tall and slim, any of these clothes would suit you, but I feel that A suits your temperament better and would definitely appeal to pretty girls."

Lu Yibei carefully examined the size A coat.

Then I saw an older saleswoman, probably old enough to be Lu Yibei's mother, walk by.

"Hey, sis!"

He called out, and the woman turned around.

"What?"

Well, he even has a pure Northeastern accent.

"Which one do you think makes me look more energetic?" Lu Yibei asked.

"Needless to say, it's a piece of cake!" The older sister pointed to B.

"Okay, sis, you're busy."

Lu Yibei said that he handed over the size B clothes and said, "Please wrap this up for me."

The young and attractive salesperson maintained her bright smile and answered kindly:

Okay~~

But Xu Che noticed that her eyebrows twitched slightly.

—What's wrong with this guy?

—Are you looking down on people?!

Xu Che guessed that this guy was cursing Lu Yibei in his heart.

But in fact, Lu Yibei's thoughts are very insightful and simple.

—I don't need to please pretty girls anymore.

—All he needs to do now is please the pretty auntie.

It feels a little strange to say it out loud.

"If you ask me, you should get a suit. When you meet your father-in-law, he'll see you're composed and cool, and he'll definitely be very pleased and say something to you—"

Xu Che was speaking when Lu Yibei interrupted him:

"He said to me, 'You idiot, I'm not buying insurance'?"

"Tsk, you have some faith in me, Lu Yibei. Listen to me, you'll pass easily," Xu Che said.

"You talk as if you've met your father-in-law before."

Lu Yibei curled his lip: "Someone who doesn't even have a girlfriend—"

As he spoke, he scanned the code to pay, and the clothes cost him almost two thousand yuan.

I feel sorry for you.

Although Lu Yibei did not take Xu Che's advice, after glancing at the bill, he asked again:

"Hey Yibei, do you have enough money? How about I lend you some? If your father-in-law won't let you in, you can't just sleep on the street."

Lu Yibei glanced at Xu Che.

Xu Che was startled and immediately said, "I won't lend more than five thousand. I need to live on myself."

"I thought Young Master Xu would at least ask for ten or twenty thousand to make a bit of a show of force, but I didn't expect our friendship would only amount to five thousand."

“...US dollars,” Xu Che added.

Lu Yibei looked at Xu Che with utter astonishment: "...You're really rare."

"Get out, do you need it or not?"

Xu Che said, "I'll transfer it to you if you want it, but I'm not in a hurry to use the money. Just remember to pay me back in ten or eight years."

"That's too little; I can't even afford an apartment."

Lu Yibei said calmly, "You can start talking again when you can invest in one of my houses."

"Tsk—okay then."

When Xu Che was speaking.

The two had already left the store, and he casually tossed the small note he had been secretly holding into a nearby trash can.

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