Upon arriving at the supermarket, Xia Wan, realizing that she still had an injury on her hand, decisively moved the shopping cart in front of Cui Ziqi.
She smiled and shook her bandaged hands.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Logically speaking, Cui Ziqi's injuries were much more serious than hers.
He also had injuries on his hands.
She wasn't embarrassed at all, and took advantage of her injured hand to make Cui Ziqi do hard labor.
Cui Ziqi didn't say anything and obediently followed behind Xia Wan, pushing the shopping cart.
The bright supermarket has neatly arranged shelves, and the dazzling array of brightly colored goods looks so lively that they seem to be alive, nodding and swaying, waiting for the people who are moving between the shelves to choose them.
He gripped the handle tightly as he pushed the shopping cart.
This kind of quiet, blissful life is really not suitable for him!
"This toothbrush cup is so cute, and it's even a couple's set, I'll take it!"
Two adorable pink ceramic cups appeared in the car, and the pig's tongue drooped long down its face.
His initial excitement vanished instantly.
She wouldn't let him use this garish pink cup, would she?
"Toothbrush, towel, toilet paper... I see there aren't many dishes and utensils in the kitchen. Since we're already here, let's buy some of everything."
"So many matching couple styles, perfect for us!"
"..."
"As for the sheets... this cherry blossom pattern four-piece set is really cute, you can use these!"
Cui Ziqi, who had been holding back all the way, felt a jolt of fear when Xia Wan picked up the bright pink duvet cover, and grabbed her wrist.
"I don't like pink."
Each word is stressed.
Xia Wan blinked and pouted at him, "But I like pink."
I can see that!
There are no other colors in my shopping cart except pink!
He turned his head away from Xia Wan's feigned aggrieved expression and said fiercely, "If you like it, put it on your bed!"
As he spoke, he casually picked up a four-piece bedding set made of black silk material next to him and threw it heavily into the car.
Knowing she shouldn't tease her too much, Xia Wan simply said "Oh" and put the cherry blossom patterned bed sheet into the shopping cart.
"Then I'll lay it myself."
As she spoke, she glanced at the black duvet cover in the shopping cart with a hint of disdain.
Cui Ziqi looked away, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the urge to beat her up.
When I came out of the supermarket, my shopping cart was already full.
Xia Wan checked the receipts and sighed as she walked, "Vegetables are so expensive this season. Two tomatoes cost eight yuan."
It's only early autumn, but vegetable prices have already started to rise.
As Cui Ziqi pushed the cart, he heard Xia Wan's grumbling and couldn't help but complain.
"It's not your money that's being spent."
What's the point of lamenting all this?
Xia Wan suddenly smiled, turned around and grabbed Cui Ziqi's arm. There was no smile on her face, and her face was wrinkled as if she was about to cry.
Do you want me to pay you back?
Cui Ziqi: ...
"Don't worry, I don't eat much, and I'm careful with water and electricity, so it won't be too much of a burden for you."
She blinked, looking both sensible and pitiful, realizing she had caused trouble for others.
I knew perfectly well she was faking it.
Cui Ziqi still felt a soft spot in her heart.
He frowned, clearly displeased with this strange feeling.
"I didn't ask you for money."
Xia Wan smiled again and pretended to hug him.
Cui Ziqi quickly dodged to the side, and Xia Wan missed her target and almost fell to the ground.
Turning her head, she saw Cui Ziqi's incredibly long legs striding away quickly. She wasn't angry; she just found it somewhat amusing.
You little pervert, you're so much fun!
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the mission. Reward: one million yuan in real-world savings.]
I'm even happier!
"Wait for me!"
Xia Wan jogged after Cui Ziqi.
The two playfully returned to their parking spot, and upon seeing the scene not far away, they both stopped.
A group of delinquent teenagers with brightly colored hair surrounded a black Maybach.
Several people with wrenches and other tools had already removed the wheels, while others, armed with spiked clubs and folding knives, were staring menacingly in the direction of Xia Wan and her companion.
The red-haired boy standing at the front, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stepped forward.
After glancing at Xia Wan with admiration, the gaze then shifted to Cui Ziqi standing beside her.
"You're Cui Ziqi?"
Were they here because of Cui Ziqi?
Cui Ziqi pushed the shopping cart with one hand and pulled Xia Wan behind him with the other, avoiding the disdainful gazes of the group of boys.
Xia Wan felt the chill emanating from Cui Ziqi.
Amidst the bustling crowds, Cui Ziqi's confrontation with the brightly colored delinquent youths attracted considerable attention.
Xia Wan was surprised.
What's going on here?
Ultimate Class?
This isn't a school!
She secretly flipped through the original text in her mind, but couldn't find this part of the plot no matter how many times she looked at it.
Has Cui Ziqi offended even little kids?
She couldn't resist peeking out from behind Cui Ziqi to watch the show.
"Come with us, we need to talk to you."
Red Hair braced himself on his shoulders with both hands on the spiked club, looking smug.
Xia Wan pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh.
It's normal for sixteen or seventeen-year-olds to be a bit immature.
"Idiot."
She heard Cui Ziqi's undisguised mockery in a cold voice, and then, under the angry gaze of the red-haired man, she pushed open the shopping cart and stepped forward.
Xia Wan quickly grabbed him.
What are you doing?
"To educate these brats who haven't even grown their first hairs yet."
His hand was already in his trench coat pocket.
Xia Wan's eye twitched. Inside was that silver gun. Who would use a gun to discipline a delinquent teenager?
And it happened in broad daylight!
Cui Ziqi is really tough!
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