The shop owner was stunned; it was the first time he'd ever seen someone with such audacity to buy thermal underwear.

"How big do you need, sir?"

Lin Qiong told the shopkeeper Fu Yun's size, and after hearing it, the shopkeeper took out several pairs of clothes, saying, "These are all very good quality ones. Look how warm they are with this fleece."

Lin Qiong reached out and touched the thickness. "Let's take them both."

The shopkeeper chuckled and packed it up for Lin Qiong, who then carried the bag out.

Fu Yun was born into a wealthy family and was always fawned over wherever he went. He must have seen all sorts of good things. He couldn't afford those expensive antiques, and the ones he could afford were very expensive.

They've seen it all before, so it's not surprising anymore.

Then he looked down at the thermal underwear in his hand. It was simple and unpretentious, but durable and a necessity of life.

Lin Qiong smiled and shook her head.

Ha, he's such a clever little devil.

"Is this the birthday present you gave me?" A furious and incredulous voice suddenly came from not far ahead.

The boy next to him quickly raised his hand to cover the other person's mouth, looking around awkwardly, "My goodness, could you please keep your voice down?"

"How can you expect me to speak softly?!"

With only half a meter between them, Lin Qiong was at a loss and went directly to the hat shop next door.

The shop manager, engrossed in watching the drama unfold, turned to Lin Qiong and asked, "Sir, what would you like to buy?"

Lin Qiong: "...Just browsing casually."

The store manager, without blinking, said, "Okay."

"Look at what you gave me! How can you even show it to me? We've been together for five years, and this is what you give me for my birthday."

The store manager gasped. "Do you think that man went too far?"

Lin Qiong: ?

Who are you talking to?

Lin Qiong looked around, then pointed to herself and said, "Me?"

The store manager nodded. "Mm."

Lin Qiong was about to speak when the arguing girl continued, "For your birthday, did I give you the sneakers you liked or the watch you couldn't afford? Is this how you treat me?"

"Hey, keep your voice down! Don't you feel ashamed?"

Lin Qiong frowned. "Scumbag."

The store manager chimed in, "Who isn't?"

Lin Qiong had just arrived and didn't know what had happened, so she asked, "What did that boy give you?"

The shop manager shook his head. "I don't know, but it wasn't worth much anyway. The girl glanced at it and threw it back into the bag."

The boy who had been arguing looked annoyed and his tone became impatient. "Didn't you say our love isn't measured by money? Why are you being materialistic now that I'm giving you a cheap gift?!"

"

The girl, feeling wronged, looked at the man and shouted, "Money can't be measured, but you have to put your heart into it! What is this?!"

Lin Qiong pointed and nodded, "That's right, that's right."

"You and I are materialistic, why don't you just be poor yourself?"

Lin Qiong muttered and cursed, "That's right, that's right."

Pah! What a scumbag.

The girl grew angrier and angrier, took something out of the bag and threw it at the boy, saying, "Let's break up. Go find someone else to date while wearing your thermal underwear."

Lin Qiong: "That's right, that's right..."

Wait a minute! That guy gave his girlfriend a thermal undershirt for her birthday?!

Lin Qiong looked down at the thermal underwear in her hand.

I sat up in shock while on my deathbed and realized that I was the scumbag!

After the two finished arguing, the store manager commented, "What a scumbag! After four years together, all he gave me for my birthday was a thermal undershirt!"

Lin Qiong hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

Looking at the thermal underwear in his hand, Lin Qiong felt more and more like a scumbag. Fu Yun was the person he was closest to after coming to this world.

This allowed him to leap directly from poverty to a comfortable life and become a tycoon.

Give him food, clothes, and money.

He can't just give him thermal underwear; he has to think of something thoughtful.

Lin Qiong was still troubled when she went to the TCM clinic at noon, looking at Fu Jinglin lying on the bed, waiting to be slaughtered.

"My eldest nephew."

Fu Jinglin, a towering 1.85-meter man, was in a seductive pose on the bed. "What's wrong?"

What are you getting as a birthday gift for your uncle this year?

Fu Jinglin shook his head. "Have you decided what you're going to give?"

"I don't know either."

Fu Jinglin thought for a moment, "Actually, you could go back and ask your uncle what he likes."

"Wouldn't that be a pleasant surprise?"

"He won't take it to heart even if you mention it casually."

Lin Qiong said, "Oh, that's true."

After dinner, Lin Qiong went to the person's room as usual to massage their legs. After the massage, she would sidle up next to the person and lie down with them.

"cloud."

The man looked at the book in his hand and said, "Hmm."

Can I ask you something?

Fu Yun: "".

What do you like?

The man paused, holding the book, and turned to meet the expectant eyes of the person.

Lin Qiong eagerly approached the person, "What do you like?"

Fu Yun immediately turned her head away, "What..."

It seems that wealthy people don't have much worldly desire; if you asked them, they could talk about it for a long time.

Is there anything else you particularly like?

Seeing the expectant look in the other person's eyes, Fu Yun tightened his grip on the book, and the originally smooth pages gradually began to wrinkle.

I wanted to speak but couldn't quite manage it, and for a moment I felt my face getting hot.

Fortunately, the room was dimly lit, which concealed the man's unusual helplessness.

Lin Qiong placed her hand on the man's forearm and shook it. "Come with me. I want to get to know you better."

Fu Yun coughed, "I like you... I like the food you cook."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong's fair face instantly lit up with a smile. "Really?"

Although it's the heart, the answer is utterly useless.

Lin Qiong sat with the person for a while longer in a good mood before getting up to go back to her room.

Goodnight, Yun.

Fu Yun looked at the person at the door and said, "Good night."

The door closed, and after a while, Lin Qiong popped her head out again, "Oh right, Yun."

In the dim light, the man's gaze softened. "What's wrong?"

Lin Qiong pointed with her finger, "It's time to turn the page of your book."

Fu Yun: ...

After Lin Qiong finished speaking, the man looked down at the page of the book he had been reading for twenty minutes, then took a deep breath and slammed the book shut with a "bang".

The second person, Jing Lin, sat in the car looking at Lin Qiong. "Did you ask yesterday?"

"I asked."

"What about my uncle?"

"He likes the food I cook."

Fu Jinglin, caught off guard by this display of affection: ...

I should have known better than to ask.

"Then why don't you just cook a meal for your birthday?"

"Well then!" Lin Qiong said earnestly, "I have a little bit of sincerity to offer."

Suddenly, her eyes lit up as if she had just thought of something. "Do you know where I can find a place that offers personalized customization?"

Fu Jinglin: "Yes, I know."

Tell me.

Fu Jinglin smiled confidently, "Beg me."

Lin Qiong's face fell upon hearing this. "I'll take you home right now."

"No, no!" Fu Jinglin hurriedly said, "I'll give you the address right now. If I go back now, my mom will definitely break my legs."

Lin Qiong was willing to get the address, drop the person off at school, and then drive over, but when she arrived at the store, she hesitated to move.

Looking at the lavish and extravagant decorations in front of him, both the exterior and the shop window, he hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could afford it.

Even if Fish Leong had given him the courage in his past life, he still wouldn't have dared to step inside.

After all, he was a country bumpkin with a little bit of self-respect.

Lin Qiong then took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The shop assistant came to his side immediately, with a polite smile, "Hello, sir."

"Hello."

Although Lin Qiong was dressed casually, the shop assistant was very professional and asked, "Sir, is there anything you need?"

Lin Qiong said, "I've heard your custom-made services are quite good, and I'd like to order some things."

The shop assistant looked a little embarrassed and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir, but our private customization service is by appointment only, and we haven't been taking any orders for the past two months."

Lin Qiong: "If my nephew wants to order now, he can put his name on the form."

"May I ask who your eldest nephew is?"

"Fu Jinglin".

Damn! Isn't this their company trying to piggyback on the name of the big boss's nephew?

Although the Fu family wasn't their direct boss, their bosses were all affiliated with the Fu family's businesses, so they certainly couldn't be neglected.

The shop assistant glanced at the ordinary-looking but handsome young man again. "Sir, please wait a moment while I go and ask him for you."

He then hurriedly went to the back counter, but returned quickly.

The manager also came along this time. "Mr. Lin, right? Let's go inside and talk so we can better understand the style and philosophy you want."

Lin Qiong was at a loss for what to do, but she followed them inside.

The manager and Lin Qiong sat down facing each other. "Sir, you want to order custom-made clothes..."

Lin Qiong was very direct: "I want to order a cane."

The manager wasn't surprised; after all, there were quite a few people who made custom-made English gentleman's walking sticks. "Is this for you?"

"My husband will use it." Lin Qiong stood up and gestured to indicate the desired height of the cane. "I want one that's sturdy and provides good support."

“That’s certainly a question.” The manager pulled out a large booklet. “It contains many styles of walking sticks made in our shop. Of course, Mr. Lin can also design his own if he wishes. I recommend dark brown material.”

Wood. "

Lin Qiong listened carefully, then asked, "Can I participate in the production process?"

The manager was taken aback; this was the first person to make such a request among all the people who came to place an order.

"If Mr. Lin wants to, there's nothing wrong with it."

Lin Qiong's eyes lit up instantly when she heard this. When Fu Jinglin got out of school, he saw Lin Qiong standing at the school gate waiting for him.

His cronies nudged him, "Damn, who's Fu Jinglin? He's good-looking, did you hook up with him?!"

Fu Jinglin instantly jerked his leg up and kicked the man, saying, "What the hell? That woman is my uncle's wife."

Those cronies immediately shut up upon hearing this, saying, "You've never done anything wrong to me."

Fu Jinglin got into the car and looked at Lin Qiong, who had a happy expression on her face. "What's making you so happy?"

Lin Qiong glanced at Fu Jinglin gratefully, "It's so useful for my nephew to think of your name."

Upon hearing this, Fu Jinglin instantly became much more arrogant, "What? This young master has to give face wherever he goes."

He asked, "What are you planning to give my uncle?"

Lin Qiong didn't tell him directly, but rather tactfully said, "It's to help your uncle's way."

Fu Yun understood, "Zulijian?"