A short while later, Manager Feng brought another stack of clothes and placed them in front of Jiang Shuya, patting them down: "Alright, all of them are here. Check them again."
Jiang Shuya looked at the other stack, pushed the stack in her hand aside, turned her head to look at Lin Moxiao, and then turned back to say, "Thank you, Manager Feng."
Store Manager Feng smiled, her eyes crinkling, and curiously leaned closer, saying, "Is that your boyfriend? Or your husband? He's so handsome, so handsome! He's like a male protagonist in a martial arts novel, handsome and aloof, and most importantly, he has a great physique..."
Jiang Shuya looked at her infatuated expression and couldn't help but wonder, "Do young girls these days all like fair-skinned men? Or is there something wrong with my taste?"
Just then, a magnetic voice came from behind: "Thank you, Manager Feng, you flatter me." Having been overheard, Manager Feng felt a little embarrassed, his face instantly turning red. He made an excuse and went to the warehouse.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuya scrutinized him closely. Seeing that he remained silent, Lin Moxiao felt a little uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze. He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Don't you think so?"
Jiang Shuya raised an eyebrow and snorted, "You know what, I've never really thought that way." Then she continued to work on her pile of clothes.
Lin Moxiao was instantly a little frustrated. With a sullen face, she went over to help and quickly packed all the clothes in the canvas bag she had brought.
The two went to several stores before finding all the clothes they needed, filling two large bags. It still wasn't enough; Jiang Shuya was carrying two more shopping bags. Autumn and winter clothes are quite heavy. Although there were only a few dozen pieces, they were still quite heavy when stacked together. Lin Moxiao supported the two large bags with both hands, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and remained expressionless, standing like a pine tree and moving freely.
Walking like this on the street, he attracted even more attention. People coming and going in the mall would stare at him, and most of them would quietly turn around and say a few words of praise, saying that this young man was so good-looking and could also endure hardship and carry heavy bags. He was really good-looking.
"My hands are about to break, let me rest for a while!" Jiang Shuya couldn't hold on any longer.
"Then wait for me here. I'll take these two packages to my car first, and then I'll come back to pick you up." Jiang Shuya, who was standing there, watched him walk out the door, took out her phone from her pocket, and called Wang Tingting. She hadn't seen her during the time she had been picking up goods at the mall recently, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
No one answered the phone, so she sent a text message to inquire again.
A moment later, Lin Moxiao returned, showing no signs of fatigue. He picked up two large bags of clothes and strode out. He walked very fast, and Jiang Shuya had to jog to keep up.
In the same car as last time, Lin Moxiao opened the back seat, put two bags of clothes on the back seat, closed the door, and then opened the passenger door, gesturing for her to sit down.
After the two were seated, Lin Moxiao leaned over and reached for her right seatbelt. They were very close, and his warm breath wafted over her. He had a strong scent of bamboo, which masked the masculine pheromones. It turned out he was an extremely clean person. After watching him adjust the seatbelt and fasten it for her, Jiang Shuya said somewhat awkwardly, "Thank you, Senior Lin."
"How are you going to thank me? Treat me to another meal?" Lin Moxiao joked.
When the topic of food came up, Jiang Shuya suddenly asked, "Where are your flowers? Didn't you take them?" To her surprise, Lin Moxiao didn't seem to care: "They're just a few flowers, no need to make a fuss."
"I borrowed your money to buy that. How can you just throw it away like that? It was supposed to be a gift for your girlfriend. If I'd known you didn't care, I shouldn't have lent you the money." Jiang Shuya was speechless.
"She won't like that flower; she wouldn't even look at it." Lin Moxiao said coldly.
Jiang Shuya noticed his displeasure and his focus on driving. A sudden unease gripped her. Had they had a fight? Had he been dumped? After a moment's thought, her eyebrows twitched, and she smiled with a hint of schadenfreude.
The laughter was quite obvious, and Lin Moxiao looked at her suspiciously: "What are you laughing at?"
Jiang Shuya paused, becoming even more certain of her guess, and gently comforted him, "Senior Lin, you don't need to be so sad. You'll meet someone better in the future."
His eyes darkened slightly as he pondered something, creating a tense atmosphere. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Years ago, I had someone in my heart, thinking there was no possibility of us ever meeting again. I ran into her recently, and my passion for her hasn't diminished. I just can't shake it off, even though I have a girlfriend now. What do you think I should do?"
He stared at him with deep, dark eyes, as if searching for a way out in the darkness.
“Then you can’t lie to your girlfriend, that would hurt her and it’s unfair to her,” Jiang Shuya said earnestly.
Lin Moxiao said calmly, "Yes, that's what I did. I gave her the compensation I could, but the person in my heart can never rekindle our relationship. What do you think I should do?"
Jiang Shuya looked at him sympathetically: "I think that person must have their own reasons. You are not the one she cares about. There's nothing to dwell on. Forget her, live your own life. Time heals all wounds. If your girlfriend is willing to wait for you, she might be able to replace her."
Time is silent, yet it answers all questions. Jiang Shuya firmly believes this. Even the most intense love will fade with time. If two people spend too much time together, they will only grow to hate each other. How many people in the world can truly love each other? The index is very, very low.
His expression was solemn, he remained silent, his brows furrowed, and his sharply defined features revealed subtle thoughts.
Jiang Shuya noticed that he was in a bad mood and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.
Before long, they appeared at the entrance of "warehousing and logistics".
Wang Ziliang was taken aback when he saw the two of them, but then he looked at the several large bags of clothes, regained his composure, and skillfully began packing them up.
He didn't forget to remind Lin Moxiao to avoid Jiang Shuya, saying, "You'd better not go too far. She's a married woman. Don't blame me for not reminding you. We're classmates, and with Jiang Shuyue in front of you, don't let things get too ugly."
"Shut up, it's not what you think. I didn't do anything," Lin Moxiao said bluntly.
"Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." After saying that, Wang Ziliang ignored him and asked Jiang Shuya for the shipping details. He then casually asked, "You two are quite lucky to have met today. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to carry so many goods. Next time you have too many goods, give me a call. My delivery truck is convenient, and you don't need to come with me. Just give me the shipping address."
"Yeah, what a coincidence today. Senior Lin was working out on the fifth floor, and when he came out he realized he had forgotten his money, so I treated him to a meal."
"Ah! Is that so..." Wang Ziliang glanced at Lin Moxiao and rolled his eyes at him. He really had a thick skin, asking someone to treat him to a meal. It was a disgrace to men.
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