Chapter 41 I just seem to like fancy things.
Facing Song Qiuchi's burning gaze, Cheng Luanxin was unsure for a moment whether she was too immersed in the role or really wanted to buy a house.
She tugged at Song Qiuchi's sleeve: "Shop around a bit more and look at other things. Don't make a decision so hastily."
The salesperson enthusiastically said, "You can look at other options, but this European retro style is our bestseller. Take a look around. We also have a study, bedroom, and bathroom. If you have any other needs, like a dressing room, powder room, pet room, or wine cellar, we can customize your entire home to this style, and the price is very reasonable."
Song Qiuchi approached Cheng Luanxin and asked, "Let's go take a look?"
Cheng Luanxin felt that the salesperson here was too kind and she couldn't resist: "Why don't we go upstairs to look at the items?"
Song Qiuchi thought about it and said, "That's fine."
The two said goodbye to the salesperson and got on the elevator.
Cheng Luanxin couldn't help but complain, "Cheng Luanxin, are you crazy? Didn't you say you were only looking and not buying today? Why are you saying so much to her? Aren't you afraid she'll hold us there and not let us leave?"
Song Qiuchi glanced at her and said, "This is a legitimate mall. We won't deduct you just because you can't afford to buy something."
"That's embarrassing, okay? We're not buying anything, and we're wasting people's time. How unethical."
"I'm just not buying it today," Song Qiuchi said calmly. "Maybe I'll come buy it another day."
Cheng Luan was taken aback and whispered, "Don't you dislike this style..."
Song Qiuchi looked at her: "Then what style do you think I should like?"
Cheng Luanxin was a little embarrassed to look at her directly: "Hmm... clean and tidy, dignified and elegant?"
Song Qiuchi seemed to have thought of something and chuckled, "But I've recently discovered that I just seem to like fancy things."
Cheng Luanxin felt something strange, but couldn't put her finger on what was wrong. She could only say, "Your taste has changed quite a bit, then."
The elevator they took to the upper floor faced an outdoor furniture area, which contained rocking chairs, hammocks, swings, artificial green plants, and other furniture. Cheng Luanxin was tempted again: "Doesn't our house have a terrace? How about exploring the outdoor area first?"
Song Qiuchi nodded: "Okay."
The lounge chairs, rocking chairs and hammocks in the store can all be tried for free, and the shopping guides are not as persistent as those in the area downstairs. Cheng Luanxin had a lot of fun shopping and tried almost every one of them.
When she tried a swing, she was a little intimidated. Although it was a sofa swing and looked spacious and comfortable, with room for two or three people, its two ropes were made of simulated vines and were thin, giving it a feeling of being fragile.
Seeing this, the salesperson came over and encouraged, "Why don't you give it a try? This rustic-style swing is a very popular item. Don't be fooled by its thin chain; it's actually very sturdy. You, your spouse, and your baby can easily ride on it together."
Cheng Luanxin blushed: "We... don't have a baby yet..."
The shopping guide smiled and said, "We don't have them now, but we will have them in the future. Children are naughty and like to swing. If you have a balcony at home, it would be a very good choice to prepare one."
Song Qiuchi looked at her and said, "If you want to play, try it. You can't lose your weight."
She took the lead and sat on the swing, opening her arms: "Come up, I'll hold you."
Cheng Luanxin hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward and sat in Song Qiuchi's arms.
The barrage of comments was very fast:
Su Ling: "I've really learned this lesson from browsing home furnishing stores."
Bian Ning: "Yeah, it makes me want to fast forward and see their married life."
Lin Zhiyun: "It feels like Luanxin has been actively flirting with Qiuchi today!"
Song Qiuchi put his arm around Cheng Luanxin's waist, stretched his legs, and asked, "Do you want to swing?"
Cheng Luanxin whispered, "Then let's try swinging?"
Song Qiuchi stood back and said, "Your legs don't need to touch the ground, just hold me tight."
Cheng Luanxin felt a little shy, but she still obediently leaned close to Song Qiuchi, wrapped her arms around her waist, and rested her head on her chest.
Su Ling: "Hmm! Why does Qiu Chi look so cute and cuddly?"
Duan Mengshu: "Luan Xin is indeed more Su today~"
Lin Zhiyun: "@Duan Mengshu, how about we go to Shuhe someday and decorate the study?"
Liang Shengxia: "Shocked, when did you two get to this point?"
After they swung a few times on the swing, Cheng Luanxin's face flushed. The swing wasn't very high, but her heart was beating fast, even more nervous than when she was riding the cable car.
Song Qiuchi asked, "Is it fun?"
Cheng Luanxin lowered her head: "I'm almost dizzy."
Song Qiuchi chuckled: "Then let's go eat something?"
As long as she stopped staying in Song Qiuchi's arms, she could go anywhere. Cheng Luanxin agreed hurriedly: "Okay, okay."
The two came to the restaurant on the fourth floor.
The restaurant in Shuhe Home Furnishing Mall also adopts a self-service format, and customers can freely choose products and check out at the front desk.
Cheng Luanxin couldn't wait to get away from the camera and take a breath: "Take your time shopping. I'll go over there and pick out some dishes that won't make you allergic. I'll meet you later."
Song Qiuchi followed her closely: "I'll go with you."
Cheng Luanxin just felt something strange that she couldn't explain. She and Song Qiuchi had been interacting and promoting their relationship for a long time. It was very natural for them to get along with each other before, but today, she felt a strong sense of oppression. Considering her social skills that she was proud of, this was definitely abnormal.
But Song Qiuchi was oblivious and helped her put some food on her plate: "Eat some okra, it's good for your health."
Normally, Cheng Luanxin would never touch something so sticky, but this time she forgot to refuse. Since she had already ordered it, she just ate it anyway. It wasn't as hard to swallow as she had imagined.
Song Qiuchi poured Cheng Luanxin a glass of pumpkin and carrot juice: "Try it, it tastes pretty good."
Cheng Luanxin never liked carrots. She took a sip hesitantly and found that the taste was actually quite good. The texture was soft and mellow, and her whole body felt warm and cozy.
She drank the whole cup in one gulp.
Song Qiuchi looked at her helplessly: "It's stuck to the corner of my mouth."
Before Cheng Luanxin could react, Song Qiuchi stretched out his index finger and wiped away the pumpkin and carrot juice from the corner of her mouth.
Cheng Luanxin opened her eyes wide, thinking that this was the time for a famous scene. If Song Qiuchi really put his index finger into his mouth, she would probably go and bang her head against the wall to wake herself up.
But Song Qiuchi wiped his fingers very elegantly with a tissue and threw the tissue into the trash can.
Cheng Luan breathed a sigh of relief, then couldn't help but blame herself for overthinking it. Song Qiuchi probably just couldn't accept how sloppy she looked during the show. They were about to part ways, so why would she want to taste the juice on the corner of her mouth?
Song Qiuchi looked at her leisurely: "What are you thinking about?"
Cheng Luanxin quickly said, "It's nothing. I'm done eating. Let's go finish the decoration task."
The two returned to the second floor. Citing time constraints, Cheng Luanxin deliberately distanced herself from Song Qiuchi and focused on selecting household items. Soon, the floor plan was filled with densely packed data. An afternoon later, the entire large house had taken shape.
After finishing the recording, the two returned to the nanny car.
Song Qiuchi did return empty-handed, but Cheng Luanxin couldn't resist and bought a beautiful aromatherapy stone night light, intending to put it on her bedside.
Having completed such a grand design feat, Cheng Luanxin should have been excited and kept talking about it, but when she thought that her cooperation with Song Qiuchi would come to an end, she found it difficult to smile.
She would steal glances at Song Qiuchi from time to time, but she saw that Song Qiuchi looked as calm as ever.
She couldn't help but poke Song Qiuchi's wrist: "Is this our last date?"
Song Qiuchi glanced at her and said, "It depends on you. It's all up to you."
Cheng Luanxin certainly wanted to work with Song Qiuchi until the end. After recording for so long, getting along with Song Qiuchi has become her comfort zone. Who would be willing to suddenly change the route when they are halfway through?
She hinted coyly, "You're so nice to me today. If we suddenly cancel the appointment next week, won't the other guests find it weird?"
Song Qiuchi paused and said, "I didn't think about it that much. I just wanted to have a good start and a good end."
Cheng Luan's heart sank. Forget it. She was considering a good beginning and a good end. She had made up her mind not to be with her anymore. What was the point of her still throwing herself at him?
She lowered her head in disappointment: "Oh."
Song Qiuchi looked at her and helped her tidy up her bangs: "Take care of yourself."
Cheng Luan felt a surge of grievance. She still couldn't understand what she had done wrong to deserve Song Qiuchi's dislike. She pushed Song Qiuchi's hand away and said, "I can live well without you reminding me."
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