Chapter 37 My Friend Who Owns a Shopping Mall

The heat is building.

Despite being in the center of attention, An Jin and Jiang Jinhan were still happily playing games.

Yan Qing sat in the living room with a sullen face, her gaze fixed on the computer screen with hostility.

He reached out and gently stroked the delicate rose beside him, his fingers applying slight pressure.

The delicate petals turned into flower mud, sticky and dirty, clinging to his fingertips.

Yan Qing was waiting for An Jin to finish her live stream so she could send her the roses she had carefully selected.

An Jin, who was being waited for, was completely unaware of this. She laughed freely, her bright smile spreading from one screen to another, and then more and more, forming a tide that revolved around the moon.

Despite her petite stature, sitting in a large gaming chair, she can easily control the emotions of tens of thousands of people through a small screen.

She was very much loved.

That's without a doubt.

Even if she is shallow, foolish, and snobbish.

Audiences went to great lengths and spent lavishly to get her attention.

All she wanted was the subtle difference between her and others when she glanced at them.

Yan Qing, an observer, understood her charm better than An Jin. He was so captivated by her that he forgot to put on his "good guy" mask and couldn't wait to get a definite answer and a sense of security from her.

An Jin glanced at the time on the screen, thanked the bosses for their gifts in a sweet voice, and then left the game room.

Yan Qing closed her laptop, wiped the marks off her fingertips, first arranged the roses, and then took the time to tidy her clothes.

He listened intently, and about two minutes later, he heard the sound of a doorknob being turned in the study.

Yan Qing turned around and met An Jin's gaze as she walked out.

He was about to carry the bouquet forward when he saw An Jin clutching her lower abdomen and rushing into the bathroom with a worried expression.

About ten minutes later.

An Jin walked out of the bathroom feeling relaxed. She reached out and grabbed two tissues to wipe the water off her hands, and made conversation: "These are the flowers you gave me today?"

Yan Qing stood up and stepped forward, handing the bouquet, still warm from her body, to An Jin: "Ninety-nine red roses, do you like them?"

An Jin took the flowers: "The flowers are quite beautiful."

She looked at Yan Qing again: "It's just that the routine is a bit old-fashioned. It seems like when you men give flowers to women, you only give red roses, right?"

An Jin's words sounded quite aggressive, but her tone was so well-controlled that Yan Qing couldn't get angry and could only anxiously search for the reasons behind them.

He sighed and promised, "I promise it won't be a red rose tomorrow."

Sure enough, while giving a girl red roses is a safe bet, it's also very easy for her to find it old-fashioned.

Yan Qing noted this point down and decided to pay more attention to it when picking flowers tomorrow.

An Jin glanced down at the flowers in her arms, her mischievous spirit and stingy heart stirring within her.

"never mind."

An Jin said, "Don't send such a big bouquet of flowers in the future. You're going to send them for a month. Where am I supposed to put all these flowers?"

In the end, stinginess prevailed over arrogance. An Jin, feeling the pinch of money, took the initiative to give Yan Qing special treatment.

Yan Qing smiled upon hearing this, her gentle eyes curving into crescents as she asked An Jin with utmost tenderness and flattery, "Are you hungry after such a long live stream?"

An Jin shook her head while holding the flowers: "I just ate at eight o'clock, I'm not hungry."

As she spoke, she opened her bedroom door and walked in without any suspicion, placing the bouquet of flowers she was holding on the bedside table.

"I played games all day today and I'm exhausted, but thankfully it went well. When I ended my stream today, there were almost 10,000 viewers in the chat room."

An Jin sat in front of the makeup mirror looking at her phone, and while talking, she also showed the screen to Yan Qing, who had followed her into the room, to show her number of followers.

"Look, I already have more than five thousand followers."

Yan Qing glanced at An Jin's phone screen and flattered, "You already have so many fans?"

An Jin nodded happily: "Not only that, I made a lot of money today. I just checked the backend, and not counting the money Brother Wang spent on the Carnival yesterday, I made more than 20,000 yuan today. Being a streamer is so lucrative!"

She counted on her fingers how much money she would get, and as she spoke, she raised her pretty little face and said to Yan Qing as if to take credit: "If I broadcast for a few more days, I will be able to save enough money to pay you back."

Yan Qing's response was: "No rush."

He sat on An Jin's bed and said calmly, "Didn't you want to buy a tablet and new clothes a long time ago? I'm not in a hurry to pay you back. Buy what you need urgently first."

An Jin didn't feel anything was wrong at all, and nodded in agreement as soon as Yan Qing spoke.

"Okay, I'll withdraw the money tomorrow and buy a tablet first."

As An Jin spoke, her voice gradually softened.

Soon, An Jin slipped a cell phone into Yan Qing's palm.

He looked up at An Jin in confusion, only to see An Jin say with a matter-of-fact look, "Help me choose a few outfits, something a bit revealing."

Yan Qing: "Wear it during the live stream?"

An Jin nodded: "Okay, pick out a few more sets, I'll buy them all together later."

An Jin's own aesthetic sense is outdated. In order to gain more fans and make more money, she has to make use of everyone around her who can be of use.

Yan Qing hummed in response, without much reaction, and took An Jin's phone to start browsing Pinduoduo.

However, the more he looked, the more silent he became, and in the end, he chose to put his phone down.

An Jin was holding Yan Qing's phone and looking at the tablet when she saw Yan Qing stop. She asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Are you done looking at it?"

Yan Qing shook her head: "The price is too low. I have a friend who owns a shopping mall. I'll take you there when the time comes."

An Jin would be willing to wear clothes that cost only a few dozen yuan, but he wouldn't buy them. Just by looking at the pictures, you can tell that the fabric of these clothes isn't of good quality.

An Jin: "The clothes in the mall are too expensive."

Last time Yan Qing took her shopping for clothes, they spent several thousand yuan, and An Jin really couldn't bear to part with it.

Yan Qing patted An Jin's head: "I'll buy it for you, you don't need to spend any money."

An Jin refused, saying, "Even if you buy it for me, I'll still have to pay you back."

It's as if she doesn't need to pay it back.

"If you become my girlfriend, you won't have to pay me back, right?"

Yan Qing spoke up discreetly.

"Alright, you've been waiting for me here."

An Jin firmly said, "No, I refuse. I'd rather wear a dress that costs thirty yuan on Pinduoduo."

Yan Qing's plan failed, and she sighed, "I was just kidding. How could I bear to let you wear such cheap clothes? Leave the clothes to me. I'll have a friend send some over later."

An Jin raised an eyebrow in disbelief: "Are you really that good?"

I wonder if she's set up some kind of trap for herself.

Yan Qing laughed angrily and tapped An Jin on the forehead: "When have I ever been unkind to you?"

An Jin clutched her forehead and yelled, "It hurts so much, damn it!"

Yan Qing glanced at the time, grabbed her phone, and headed out: "Get some rest, you have a live stream tomorrow."

After saying this, Yan Qing closed the door to An Jin's bedroom.