Xu Nanfang had never been very interested in Cheng Yaoyao before. It was only the day before yesterday when he first saw her that he was struck by her beauty, and when he heard that she and Shen Yan had broken up, he began to have some feelings for her. Now that Xie Zhao had provoked him, those three points of feelings turned into seven points of reluctance.

Xu Nanfang patted Lu Qingtang's shoulder vigorously: "You still understand me! Cheng Yaoyao never looks at me straight in the eye, but is devoted to a country boy. I really can't swallow this!"

"Cheng Yaoyao?" A sense of familiarity flashed through Lu Qingtang's mind, but was interrupted by Xu Nanfang.

Xu Nanfang was still yelling, "I have to see how capable that country boy is! Qingtang, isn't your uncle in charge of the inspection team?"

This Xu Nanfang is a young man of twenty, but he still has his mind full of beautiful girls and status. Lu Qingtang still has a lazy attitude, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile, and raised his glass: "It's just a matter of a sentence. If Mr. Xu wants to check, I will let someone help you check."

Cheng Yaoyao was completely unaware of the approaching haze. She happily went to the department store with Xie Zhao and spent another afternoon shopping. She personally picked out some gifts and fabrics for Grandma Xie and Xie Fei.

In her words, Xie Zhao's straight male aesthetic is too wasteful, just look at the two jade buttons he bought today. If Xie Zhao were to choose the fabric, Xie Fei and Xie's grandmother would definitely not be willing to waste it, and they would have to cry and be embarrassed for the rest of the winter.

"This dress is perfect for Xiao Fei." Cheng Yaoyao happily put on a light pink dress and showed it to Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao's eyes were fixed on her face, and he said, "Grandma won't let Xiao Fei wear it."

Cheng Yaoyao said: "But Xiao Fei is a grown-up girl now. She can't keep wearing my old clothes. She must have one or two battle robes to show off her skills!"

Xie Zhao smiled and watched Cheng Yaoyao hand the skirt to the salesperson: "Please wrap it up for me."

There were many skirts hanging on the counter, and one of them caught Xie Zhao's attention: "Let me see that skirt."

Following Xie Zhao's line of sight, a pure white dress of very unique style was hung in the most conspicuous place on the counter.

The waiter took the dress down and praised her, "You have a good eye. We only have a few pairs of this dress in our store. You can't find another store that sells it even if you go all over Shanghai. This is imported. Feel the material and look at the style."

Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but touch the skirt and put it on her body to measure it. The material was indeed soft, and if you looked closely, you could see delicate patterns. It must look even better under the light: "This skirt is beautiful. Do you want to buy it for Xiaofei?"

"For you." Xie Zhao stared at Cheng Yaoyao without blinking. Cheng Yaoyao always liked to wear bright colors, but this white dress made her skin look even whiter than snow and her complexion even brighter.

Cheng Yaoyao hugged her skirt tightly upon hearing this, but pouted her lips and said deliberately: "You don't give gifts in front of others. You should have bought it secretly and given me a surprise."

Xie Zhao was a little confused. Did Cheng Yaoyao want to surprise me? "I have poor taste and I'm afraid you won't like it."

Cheng Yaoyao turned his head away and ignored him. The waiter chuckled and said, "Your girlfriend is just playing tricks on you! Your girlfriend is so pretty, this skirt is perfect for her!"

Only then did Xie Zhao react. He saw Cheng Yaoyuan with his back to her, and put the skirt on his body to compare with it. He obviously liked it very much, and there was a smile on his lips that he couldn't hide in time. This look was both cute and disgusting. Xie Zhao twirled his fingers, resisted the urge to pinch her cheeks, and asked the waiter to wrap up the skirt.

Xie Zhao carried several bags of things and as it was getting late, he prepared to take Cheng Yaoyao out for dinner.

Cheng Yaoyao didn't leave and asked him, "Don't you want to buy anything else?"

Xie Zhao said: "No more."

Cheng Yaoyao dragged out his voice: "Really gone?"

Xie Zhao thought about it carefully and then an idea came to his mind: "What else do you want?"

"Idiot, you're not buying it for me, you're buying it for yourself!" Cheng Yaoyao pushed him angrily.

Xie Zhao accompanied her shopping for two days, and he was only concerned with buying gifts for her, Xiao Fei and her grandmother. He even thought of Jian Jian, but he didn't buy anything for himself.

Xie Zhao smiled at Cheng Yaoyao's affectionate gesture: "I don't have anything to buy. I have clothes, shoes and socks, all new."

Xie Zhao's family was poor in the past, and he used all his cloth coupons to buy them from his grandmother and sister, while his own clothes were a patchwork of patches. Now that his family is better off, he doesn't care much about his clothes.

Fortunately, he is tall and strong, and no matter how ordinary the clothes are, he still looks tall and handsome, like a walking clothes rack.

"I bought this dress for you when I was at home." Cheng Yaoyao was disappointed that they could not get along.

Cheng Yaoyao looked Xie Zhao up and down for a long time, and said unhappily, "If you want to wear something so ugly, I won't walk with you anymore."

Xie Zhao looked down at himself. He was wearing the most ordinary white shirt and black trousers, with a good quality woolen coat on top. These were all clothes Cheng Yaoyao bought for him. He was reluctant to wear them when he was working at home or driving. They were still about 80% new, so he wore them specially when he went to the city to visit his sister. Did they turn out to be ugly? He looked at Cheng Yaoyao again. Cheng Yaoyao's clothes were always beautiful and exquisite. They fit her perfectly, which made Xie Zhao even more depressed.

Cheng Yaoyao forcibly pulled Xie Zhao to the side of the men's ready-to-wear counter. The men's counter had fewer styles than women's clothing, and there were some suit coats and shirts hanging on the counter that made no difference at all in Xie Zhao's eyes.

Cheng Yaoyao asked Xie Zhao to choose the color and style he liked. Xie Zhao raised his head and looked around carefully, then turned his deep eyes to Cheng Yaoyao's face, which were full of confusion.

Cheng Yaoyao sighed: "Let me help you choose."

Goods are scarce these days. Even the ready-made clothes in Shanghai shopping malls don't have many styles. Men's clothes are not very diverse, and they are always the same. Cheng Yaoyao chose two jackets with low-key colors that were not old-fashioned, and bought a sweater and shirt and trousers. He wanted to buy everything for Xie Zhao from head to toe, from inside to outside.

Xie Zhao was never nervous wherever he went, except when he stood in front of the clothing counter, being manipulated by Cheng Yaoyao and the salesmen. He looked stiff and his lips were tightly pursed as if he was being tortured.

The saleswoman at the men's clothing counter was a neat woman in her 30s with a tape measure hanging around her neck. She helped Xie Zhao measure his size and praised him, "Oh my, your legs are so long, you don't need to cut the legs of imported pants, and your shoulders are wide enough. The jacket feels like it was tailor-made!"

Xie Zhao was wearing a black coat that was well-tailored and fit his shoulders perfectly, which made his broad shoulders, tight waist and dark eyebrows more prominent.

Xie Zhao was originally handsome, and at this moment he was like a beautiful jade that had been dusted off. Even Cheng Yaoyao, who was used to seeing him, couldn't help but be dazzled by his beauty.

The salesperson praised it highly: "It looks great! The boy looks so smart in it!"

Xie Zhao tugged at his clothes uncomfortably. Coincidentally, at this moment, several young girls were walking towards him. They couldn't help but stare at Xie Zhao. After they had walked a long way, they turned back to look at him and giggled.

Xie Zhao's lips tightened, revealing a sense of helplessness and stiffness that only Cheng Yaoyao could see. Is it true that his dress is really rustic in the eyes of Shanghai people? If he stood next to Cheng Yaoyao, would Cheng Yaoyao be laughed at by others?

"Sister, how are you?" Xie Zhao looked at Cheng Yaoyao.

Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks were flushed, and he curled his lips in a bit of jealousy: "It doesn't look good!"

Xie Zhao raised his hands and took off his clothes: "Then I won't buy it."

Cheng Yaoyao held his hand and said, "Don't take it off!"

The salesperson also said quickly: "Young man, such good clothes are not often available! We only got a few pieces in the past two days during the Chinese New Year. You are lucky to have come across them! Those young men are lining up to grab the coat you are wearing!"

Cheng Yaoyao said: "Then wrap them all up and let him wear them directly."

The salesperson responded happily and was busy sorting and packing the clothes that Cheng Yaoyao had selected. There were fewer styles of men's clothing, but the prices were higher than women's clothing. The coat that Xie Zhao was wearing cost 1,200. The quality of clothing in those days was extremely high, especially the imported men's clothing, which was all handmade and more expensive than ordinary brands in later generations.

Cheng Yaoyao carefully adjusted Xie Zhao's collar and heard him whisper, "I already have a coat, so there's no need to buy a new one. I might as well buy you a few more."

Cheng Yaoyao said, "You don't know that Shanghai people would rather go hungry than save money to buy themselves a few good clothes. As the saying goes, respect the clothes first and then respect the person. It's better to have fewer clothes, but the quality must be good. This coat can be worn for many years." What's more, Xie Zhao is now out doing business. Seeing him eating at Mrs. Yang's house, you know that he is dealing with people of status and cannot let others look down on him when it comes to clothes.

Also...Xie Zhao looks really handsome in this outfit.

The salesperson behind me also said, "I just saw you guys next door. You bought a lot of clothes at the counter. Are you two getting married? You should dress nicely!"

I don't know which words touched Xie Zhao's nerves. From the time he paid to the time he left the department store, he had a smile on his lips the whole time, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Cheng Yaoyao was even more dreamy.

Until Cheng Yaoyao couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him: "Just eat your meal properly, don't keep staring at me and grinning!"

We also had dinner in the Red House. The Red House at night was more romantic than during the day. Red candles were lit on every table. The night covered everything in the restaurant that was faded and old, leaving only the unique romantic atmosphere of old Shanghai.

The long tablecloth hung all the way to the ground. Cheng Yaoyao used the cover of the tablecloth to kick Xie Zhao's knee, reminding him not to stare at him stupidly.

As soon as she stretched out her high-heeled foot, Xie Zhao clamped it with his knee.

Xie Zhao quickly learned the ways of a Western restaurant and even knew how to pull out a chair for Cheng Yaoyao like a gentleman. Although his skills in using a knife and fork were not very proficient, there was no flaw in his use and he even looked more noble than the other diners around him.

No one could tell what such a handsome and steady man was doing under the table.

Cheng Yaoyao was embarrassed and annoyed, and pulled his legs back with all his strength: "Let go! What are you doing?"

The muscles in her calves ached, as if they were electrified. Cheng Yaoyao grabbed the tablecloth tightly, and the silver knife and fork she brought with her clattered. She suddenly became nervous and couldn't help looking around. She felt that everyone was looking at her.

Xie Zhao said slowly, "You've been walking all day, let me give you a massage."

Xie Zhao lowered his left hand and held Cheng Yaoyao's ankle under the cover of the tablecloth. His big hands were rough and warm, and he kneaded the meridians on Cheng Yaoyao's calves with skillful techniques. After a day of walking, his calves were sore and heavy. When he kneaded them, all the meridians seemed to be electrified, and Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but let out a "moan".

Most of the people who came to the Red House for dinner were couples. They were whispering to each other or looking at each other, and no one noticed what was happening with Cheng Yaoyao and Xie Zhao.

In the dim light of the candles, Cheng Yaoyao's eyes were as clear as water and the corners of her eyes were red, making her look even more beautiful than the bright red rose on the dining table.

Cheng Yaoyao's waist was so weak that he finally begged for mercy: "Xie Zhao, I was wrong. I won't kick you anymore. Um... my legs are sore..."

There were flames dancing in Xie Zhao's deep eyes, but his tone was still neither fast nor slow: "Since your leg is sore, rub the other foot as well."

"No need... um! Wait... I'll go back later." The massage was quite comfortable, but the waiter was walking around beside her, and Cheng Yaoyao's earlobes turned red because of shyness and nervousness. She thought quickly and said, "You... you let me go, and I will give you a gift!"

"Gift?" Xie Zhao repeated the word in a low voice with a hint of surprise.

Cheng Yaoyao nodded: "Yes, I bought it a long time ago, but I forgot to give it to you! Do you want to know what the gift is?"

Xie Zhao's rosy lips curled up slightly again, and his narrow eyes looked at Cheng Yaoyao expectantly, and he straightened his back, looking like a big dog expecting a reward from his owner.

Cheng Yaoyao took the opportunity to step on his knee: "Then give me back my shoes and let go of my feet!"