After a while, the two people in the pond finally surfaced.
Wen Jiaojiao covered her face. Seeing that Li Cuihua was no longer around, she was in a great mood. First, she did a doggy paddle, then switched to breaststroke and backstroke. To cover up her abrupt behavior, she pretended to be mentally challenged and said:
"Brother, swim too, it's so refreshing."
She almost always turned her face away from people on the roadside or covered her face, just so that other people on the street would recognize her.
Wen Zhaoye couldn't tell whether Wen Jiaojiao was trying to stop her investigation or was genuinely quite ill.
After all, Li Cuihua was gone. What kind of woman would publicly perform synchronized swimming in a roadside pond?
His lips tightened slightly as he said, "Could we please not do this again next time?"
Wen Jiaojiao completely ignored the stares of the passersby and dog-paddled in the opposite direction from them:
"It's so hot, swimming is good for your health, don't be so nosy all the time."
Wen Zhaoye felt that other people's gazes implied that these two were mentally unstable. His face flushed red, and he scuba-died to catch up with her, saying helplessly:
"Your clothes are so wet, people will stare at you when you get ashore. Stay in the water, I'll go up and buy you some clothes."
The people on the roadside gradually dispersed. Wen Jiaojiao lay by the pond. After Wen Zhaoye left, her expression suddenly turned serious. She took a deep breath and said:
“This is not a solution at all. Even if we can avoid this old lady, if we run into other people who know Wen Jiaojiao, we will still be exposed.”
Wen Zhaoye arrived at a shop near the farmers' market, first buying men's clothing and changing into it. Then, upon entering the women's clothing store, he immediately spotted a polka-dot red dress on the wall and said:
"Help me take that down."
The woman used a pole to lift it down and handed it to him, then quoted the price. After Wen Zhaoye paid, he remembered that there were still women's underwear items.
He walked into the lingerie store with a flushed face.
"Wen Jiaojiao, you're really something, always causing trouble and leaving me to clean up the mess."
A young woman walked up to the store and greeted them:
"Young man, buying underwear for your wife? What's there to be shy about? These days, plenty of men buy underwear for their wives."
Wen Zhaoye didn't answer at all. He hesitated and said, "I don't know what size she wears."
The woman handed him a pink bra and said:
"Take a look, you know what size your wife wears, you'll know the right size just by grabbing her."
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed red to his neck, and he stammered:
"I've never...never caught one, how could I possibly demonstrate it?"
The woman insisted on handing over the underwear, saying:
"You're being modest again. She's practically his wife now, how could she not have caught him?"
Wen Zhaoye looked shyly at the underwear in his hand, wanting to grab it and run but afraid the size wouldn't be right. He thought for a moment and said:
"Give me an account and I'll give you a set."
The woman's face lit up with joy, and she grabbed a matching lingerie set from the shelf, saying, "This set only has three sizes, and it costs 21 yuan in total."
Yuncheng is a big city after all, and prices for everything are much higher than in other cities. In addition, underwear is a new item and is slightly more expensive than clothing.
Wen Zhaoye didn't think much of it, but when he reached into his pocket, he realized he only had 15 yuan on him.
Including the clothes and skirt I just bought, I've already spent eight yuan, so now I only have seven yuan left.
His gaze lingered for a moment, and as the shopkeeper packed the items, he spoke up, "Wait, I didn't bring enough money. I can only buy one set."
The shop owner remained extremely friendly, saying, "Then choose which one you want, and I'll wrap it up for you."
The women coming and going in the store, some accompanied by their husbands waiting outside, made Wen Zhaoye nervously glance around, not daring to go forward and pick out any styles.
The boss noticed his hesitation: "Is she fat?"
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face was flushed, and he raised his hand to touch his burning earlobe, saying in a weak voice:
"Not fat, but not very thin either, my figure is more on the...full-figured side."
His last two words were spoken very softly, almost inaudibly.
After hearing this, the boss chuckled and said, "Young man, you are truly blessed."
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face was burning hot as he nodded perfunctorily: "Lucky you, lucky you, you'd better take it quickly."
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