Finally, Buyi carried the cupboard in front, while Buling followed dejectedly behind, carrying the washstand. The two left the secondhand store one after the other.
Behind them, the refined young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This woman was too talkative; her nagging was giving him a headache.
The two went to the department store again and bought a small iron pot, a kitchen knife, a kettle, a lock, six bowls, six pairs of chopsticks, six spoons, and two iron basins, but they couldn't buy a coal stove.
Then Bling went to buy clam oil and face cream, and the two of them left the department store with bags full of stuff.
Thinking about how readily Bu Yi paid the bill earlier, she felt a little sorry for him. Even his own brother wouldn't be so exploitative.
Amidst the stares of everyone in the courtyard who saw them as spendthrifts, the two placed their belongings in Buling's room, changed the locks, and left the courtyard.
On the way back, Buling asked, "Brother, have I spent too much money these past few days?" In this day and age, two thousand yuan is no small sum.
Bu Yi reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, your brother has money. You're his only family member. If I don't spend it on you, who will I spend it on?"
Remembering what Bu Yi had said before, Bu Ling opened his mouth as if to ask something, but then hesitated, afraid of touching on his sore spot, and finally just nodded heavily.
"Thank you, brother! You're so kind!"
Bu Yi looked at her with doting eyes.
Meanwhile, in a secondhand shop, a refined young man was engrossed in reading a book.
"Knock knock knock—"
The sound of fingers tapping on the counter startled the refined young man, who frantically rummaged through his books.
"Don't hide it, I saw everything," the person said with a smile.
Hearing the voice of the newcomer, the refined young man breathed a sigh of relief, pushed up his glasses with his right hand, and asked, "What brings you here?"
"Of course, I'm here to see you!" the person said lazily, drawing out the words.
The refined young man remained unmoved.
The visitor glanced at his bookish appearance, muttered "boring," and wandered around the secondhand shop as if it were his own home.
"Sangshen, don't keep coming here. It's not good for you," the refined young man earnestly advised.
"Tch, Shen Ci, you're just too old-fashioned," the young man named Sang Shen said disdainfully.
"I'm doing this for your own good!" said the refined young man, Shen Ci.
"Hiss~"
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