Why don't they want you?

"What?" Shi Jinzhe was baffled, not understanding why Shehe would say such a thing.

"parents."

Sheikh held up two fingers and pushed his chin, making him turn to look at the coffee shop diagonally opposite. "That's what those two people said."

Shi Jinzhe's gaze drifted toward the coffee shop. The red-haired man and the crew-cut man across from him saw him looking over and quickly picked up the menu on the table, pretending to look at it.

So it was Shekh who overheard their conversation; they must have been discussing him quite a bit.

She must have heard enough about how she was abandoned by the Cheng family.

Shi Jin turned his head back, showing no emotional fluctuation: "There's no reason why. If you don't want it, then you don't want it."

Biological parents and adoptive parents are the same.

Shekh gave a slow, drawn-out "hmm" and nodded: "That's good, I don't have any either."

"Are you using me to comfort yourself, or to comfort me?"

"Myself," Sheikh answered crisply.

Shi Jinzhe knew he couldn't have any hope for her: "That's great, we're in the same boat now."

Ignoring the red-haired and buzz-cut men, the two ate and drank their fill and decided to head home early.

After the others had walked away, the man with the buzz cut in the coffee shop saw the two of them acting intimately and couldn't resist sharing it. He secretly took a picture with his phone and posted it to a group called [Fan-shaped Diagram Reserve].

The two people holding hands had just stepped out of the mall and hadn't even gone five meters when two bolts of lightning struck the sky, and a heavy rain started without warning.

Raindrops hit the ground, quickly spreading from spots to a surface, forming a thin layer of shimmering water. Many people flocked into the mall to seek shelter from the rain. Seeing that there were too many people queuing for taxis, Shi Jinzhe decided to take Sher to the mall instead.

One autumn rain brings a chill, and with this rain, the temperature will drop again tomorrow. I need to buy her some new clothes.

He swiped his phone screen and asked Sher, "No one's bidding against 'Immune to All Poisons' anymore. Do you want to take it back, or sell it now?"

"Sell it and buy a bigger house."

"Okay." Shi Jinzhe ended the bidding and sold the skill card for 1 million.

The app features a privacy transaction function. Skill cards and cash are temporarily held by the app. Once the transaction is successful, the app will transfer the items to the other party's account. Moreover, neither party can access the other's information, making it very secure.

A large amount of cash was deposited into his bank account. After waiting for a while, he received no abnormal calls or reports, and the money was not frozen. The system seemed reliable, which reassured him.

When she said she wanted to buy clothes, Sheh started picking them out seriously. Her clothes were all bought at discounted prices, and they were all pink and green, making her look like a butterfly, which didn't suit her status.

After wandering around for more than an hour, Shech still couldn't find any clothes he liked.

Shi Jinzhe suggested going to check out the shopping mall across the street, where many new brands have moved in, offering a wider range of styles.

There's only a light drizzle outside right now. Thunderstorms come and go quickly, and as soon as the rain subsides, there are more pedestrians on the streets again.

Crossing the street, before even entering the mall, Sher spotted a black dress in a large display window on the first floor.

A fishbone bodice made of silky satin is layered over heavy lace to create a vintage-style black dress. The skirt has an extra layer of mesh lace compared to the bodice, which reduces the heaviness of the dress.

Intricate lace is very selective; if worn well, it's romantic; if worn poorly, it's considered tacky. As for fishbone corsets, they're even worse—beautiful torture devices that make anyone who wears them suffer.

The combination of two of the most selective designs is probably only wearable by someone like Sherlock Holmes, who is not human.

Shi Jinzhe: "If you like it, go in and give it a try."

Shehe pushed open the door and entered the store. The store was deserted. The staff had seen many customers who were browsing rather than buying, so they let her wander around.

Upon hearing that Sher wanted to try on the dress, the sales clerk immediately became focused on boosting sales and put on a friendly smile.

"Please come this way with me." She led Shekh toward the fitting room.

Before entering the fitting room, Shi Jinzhe reminded Shehe to remember the time and not to be five minutes late.

Sheh nodded, but Shi Jinzhe was still worried. He set a three-minute alarm on his phone, handed it to Sheh, and asked the shop assistant to keep track of the time.

"She has separation anxiety disorder. Please call me if you need anything."

The shop assistant's eyes lit up immediately. Such a cold and aloof face, but she's actually a clingy person?

She readily agreed, instructing Sheikh on how to wear the troublesome dress, and led her out of the fitting room just a second before the alarm rang.

The crystal chandelier casts a bright light, showcasing every detail perfectly. The stiff boning corset cinches the waist, while the soft lace adds a touch of glamorous languor.

The dress, worn by Sherhe, exuded a blend of classicism and decadence, instantly bringing the term "femme fatale" to life.

“You are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in this dress.” The sales assistant smiled. “It feels like you should be standing in a castle, not in a modern shopping mall.”

Schech asked, "What is a castle?"

She knew about the shopping mall, a very large place that sold many things, but she had never heard of the castle.

The shop assistant thought she was using the wrong word, so she explained, "It's a castle, a very large building with many rooms."

There are many rooms, and they are quite large?

Schech's understanding of the big house expanded into new territory, and a strong desire arose in his heart.

She took the initiative to pull Shi Jinzhe aside, but before she could say anything, Shi Jinzhe took the phone from her hand.

"I'll take a picture of you."

A bad feeling crept into his mind; he absolutely couldn't let Sheikh say those words.

He took a picture of her, then held her hand again, handed the phone back, and sincerely complimented her, "It suits you very well."

“I like it too.” Shekh’s attention was diverted, and without hesitation, she bought the dress and paid for it at a discount.

The sales assistant loves this kind of efficient customer. She walked to a display case in the store and started recommending matching jewelry to the two people.

"You could accessorize this outfit with a gemstone brooch or pearls to add more detail and make it look even better."

"Do you like anything?" Shi Jin draped his arm across the counter. This store didn't specialize in jewelry, but the designs were very beautiful, and each set of accessories looked like it was made for the same series of clothes.

“No.” Shekh wasn’t interested in those things; she only liked her double S earrings.

She tilted her head slightly, and with an air of dignified authority, stretched out her hand to Shi Jinzhe, saying, "I'm tired, I don't want to walk anymore."

"Then let's go back."

Shi Jinzhe took the bag from the shop assistant and picked her up in his arms, while the shop assistant looked at him with a gaze that said nothing but seemed to say everything.

He thought that if he could sell the other skill card for a high price, he should buy a car.

He didn't feel anything about being stared at in the dungeon because he didn't know anyone there, but he started to feel a little awkward on the street where he might run into acquaintances.

Shech still had that indifferent expression, but fortunately the car arrived quickly, and Shi Jinzhe soon escaped the awkward situation.