Chapter 190 What is a gigolo?

Feng Jin simply sat there casually, yet his handsome and otherworldly appearance, along with his innate noble and dignified bearing, made him impossible to ignore.

Zhou Wanqing had seen countless people, and her own son was already an outstanding individual in her eyes. But this man in front of her made her truly realize for the first time what it meant to be "there are always people better than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding".

"And who is this...?" Zhou Wanqing asked with a polite smile, her gaze shifting between Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, her inquiry filled with goodwill.

Shen Yuepo calmly introduced, "This is my boyfriend, Feng Jin."

"So it's Mr. Feng." Zhou Wanqing's smile deepened, and she exclaimed sincerely:

"How wonderful, what a perfect match! I thought my Yizhou was already quite handsome, but after meeting Mr. Feng today, I realize what it truly means to say 'there are always people more capable than you, and the sky's the limit.'"

Her praise was heartfelt, and at the same time, she keenly sensed that this Mr. Feng was no ordinary person.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jin raised his eyelids slightly, a rare occurrence, and calmly swept his gaze over Zhou Wanqing.

He nodded slightly as a greeting, uttering only two words: "Hello."

His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying a distant yet polite indifference.

Zhou Wanqing was an extremely shrewd person, and she immediately sensed that this Mr. Feng was not a warm person, and seemed to dislike being disturbed.

She immediately said tactfully, "Oh dear, I got so caught up in talking. We won't disturb your date any longer, we'll head over now, and we can chat again another time."

She smiled and nodded at Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, then led Zhou Yulan toward their reserved location.

Shen Yuepo nodded and watched the two leave.

Her gaze finally settled on Zhou Yulan's retreating figure.

It was clear that the two infant spirits on her shoulder seemed to have calmed down a bit after being away from the ashes, but they still clung to Zhou Yulan, radiating an aura of resentment.

Feng Jin seemed not to have seen anything, elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then looked back at Shen Yuepo: "Not to your liking?"

He was referring to the red wine she had just described as unpalatable, and the steak that seemed barely touched.

Shen Yuepo withdrew her gaze, looked back at the steak in front of her, and couldn't help but say:

"Feng Jin, next time... let's have Chinese food again."

Although she is not picky about food, she still prefers Chinese food.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jin raised an eyebrow and nodded in deep agreement: "Yes, I had the same thought."

Western food is indeed not as delicious as Chinese food.

After dinner, Feng Jin naturally took Shen Yuepo's hand and, instead of leaving the mall immediately, led her towards the brightly lit shopping area.

“It’s getting cold,” he said casually, glancing at the dazzling array of shops. “Let’s go buy some clothes.”

Shen Yuepo was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to ask: "Can't you change your clothes at will?" But she swallowed the words back.

Seeing the look of curiosity in his eyes as he looked around at the shops, Shen Yuepo suddenly realized that Feng Jin spent most of his time sleeping and probably had never actually visited a shopping mall in the human world.

It would be good to let him experience it.

She didn't object, letting him lead her into a luxury ready-to-wear store with a minimalist and sophisticated style.

Under the bright lights, Shen Yuepo's pure and refined beauty and Feng Jin's handsome and otherworldly face instantly attracted everyone's attention in the store.

Several shop assistants couldn't help but show surprise and admiration.

Shen Yuepo was quite self-aware. As soon as she entered the store, she glanced at the clothes racks and headed straight for the men's clothing section.

She has always had excellent taste and quickly picked out a high-quality dark gray long trench coat.

She picked up the clothes and handed them to Feng Jin: "Try this."

Feng Jin obediently took it and put on the trench coat.

In that instant, the entire shop seemed to brighten up a bit.

The dark gray trench coat perfectly complemented his tall and upright figure, showcasing his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs to the fullest.

Like a top supermodel walking off the runway, she also possesses the air of an emperor who looks down upon all others.

Even the shop assistants, who were used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, couldn't help but gasp, their eyes filled with admiration, and they sincerely said to Shen Yuepo:

"Ma'am, your boyfriend... is really handsome!"

This was the most restrained adjective she could think of.

Shen Yuepo stood a few steps away, his gaze sweeping from Feng Jin's shoulder line to his crisp trouser legs.

His cool, aloof face remained completely expressionless; he simply nodded objectively and said, "Yes, it is very beautiful."

Feng Jin was in a great mood because of her straightforward praise, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

He looked at Shen Yuepo with a questioning look in his eyes: Do you want to try anything else?

Shen Yuepo didn't say anything, and turned around to browse the store again.

Cashmere sweater, casual pants, coat... she moves nimbly and has a keen eye.

Before long, she had picked out several different styles of clothes that were all very suitable for Feng Jin, and stuffed them into his arms, gesturing for him to try them on.

Seeing her so earnestly dressing herself up, Feng Jin's smile deepened. He cooperated and went back into the fitting room to try on all the clothes that Chen Yuepo had chosen.

During this time, Feng Jin also selected several sets of couple outfits and had Shen Yue Po accompany him to try them on.

Each time it came out, it elicited a murmur of surprise and admiration from the shop assistants.

"That's all," Shen Yuepo said to the shop assistant.

The shop assistants quickly and enthusiastically began packing the items.

When it came time to pay, the clerk quoted a staggering number.

The shop assistant looked at Feng Jin, but Feng Jin slowly reached out and poked Chen Yuepo.

Shen Yuepo looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Feng Jin leaned slightly closer to her ear, his deep voice carrying a strong sense of mockery and impending retribution:

"Today, you pay. After all, some people... have saved my contact as 'Fengdu Poor Ghost'."

He emphasized those four words.

Shen Yuepo: "..."

Seriously... holding a grudge.

Finally, Shen Yuepo paid the bill, left her home address, and asked the store clerk to deliver the goods directly to her door.

The two had barely stepped out of the shop when Shen Yuepo's keen hearing picked up on the hushed conversations coming from inside the shop behind them:

"Oh my god! That guy is so handsome! He's like a walking sculpture!"

"He's handsome, what a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

"Tsk, didn't you hear? He swiped that beautiful lady's card, and he just stood there without even taking out his wallet!"

"Huh? No way? Such a handsome man... is actually a... pretty boy?"

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

"But if he's not good-looking, he can't be a gigolo, right?"

"That's true..."

Although they spoke in hushed tones, every word of their discussion still reached the ears of Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin, who were far beyond the average person's ability to hear.

Feng Jin stopped in his tracks.

His handsome brows furrowed slightly as he turned to look at Shen Yuepo. "What's a pretty boy?"

He instinctively felt that this wasn't a good word.

Shen Yuepo maintained her usual cold expression, but her eyes flickered slightly. "Oh, that means... complimenting you on how good-looking you are."

After saying that, she casually strode forward.

Unfortunately, she underestimated Feng Jin's learning ability and insight, and overestimated her own ability to deceive.

Feng Jin took a long stride and caught up with her in two steps.

A strong arm suddenly reached out and pulled her into its embrace.

He lowered his head slightly, a hint of gritted teeth in his voice, "Shen Yuepo, do you think I'm still that ancient person who doesn't even know what a cell phone is?"