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What do you do when your girlfriend is hungry? Naturally, you take her to eat.

Chen Yang was thoroughly teased but couldn’t do anything about it. Looking at her innocent eyes, he resigned himself to taking her out for dinner.

The streets were bustling with traffic.

The more Chen Yang thought about it, the more frustrated he became. He sighed and asked, “Do you think I’ve become too passive these days?”

If this had happened in the past, he definitely would have given her a taste of his displeasure. The fact that she could call him “Big Brother” so casually meant he should have demanded something in return.

But now, he was practicing restraint—clearing his mind, avoiding impulsive actions, reciting mantras in secret, almost like a monk.

Chen Yang felt like he could go off and become a monk.

Le Ya blatantly lied, “No, you haven’t.”

Chen Yang let out a cold laugh.

Le Ya suppressed a smile, feeling quite pleased inside. Her relationship with Chen Yang was stable now. When she first went abroad, Chen Yang was still the same as before.

Over time, he had gradually grown more composed.

She had witnessed him transform from the boy of her dreams into the wealthy young man he was today, offering everything he had at her feet.

What woman wouldn’t be attracted to such a man?

Le Ya understood Le Yi Jian’s attitude—he might not look pleased on the surface, but deep down, he admired Chen Yang. It was just that, from his position, he was still in the process of evaluating him.

Tonight, they were dining at another Western restaurant.

When Le Ya was abroad, she mostly cooked for herself. Back then, she didn’t know how to cook, but now she could handle a bit of everything.

Whenever she cooked, the neighbors from the apartments next door and across the way would gather around. A group of girls were especially curious about Chinese cuisine.

They even insisted on watching Chinese food shows while eating.

Each time, Le Ya would watch with them—from A Bite of China to Once Upon a Bite , thoroughly enjoying the experience. Unfortunately, she returned before finishing all the episodes.

Now, she occasionally kept in touch with them, but she knew their relationship wouldn’t last long—it would inevitably fade over time.

That was inevitable, and she couldn’t force it to last.

As always, Chen Yang and Le Ya sat by the window.

This kind of seating usually required advance reservations, and sometimes it wasn’t even possible to book. For instance, the two people behind them hadn’t been able to secure a spot.

It was clear that someone with higher status must have taken it.

The restaurant was filled with couples, but the high-profile pair still drew attention. Those who recognized Chen Yang quickly recalled the rumors.

So he really did have a fiancée.

Watching Chen Yang skillfully cut steak for his fiancée and shower her with small gestures of affection, it seemed like he spoiled her endlessly.

Many couldn’t help but wonder just how remarkable this fiancée must be.

By the time dinner ended, it was already dark outside. Le Ya sipped some water to moisten her lips, excused herself to the restroom to freshen up, and then returned.

Chen Yang had already settled the bill and was waiting for her.

Le Ya walked over, lightly tapped the table, and said, “Let’s go.”

She turned around first.

The lighting in the Western restaurant wasn’t particularly bright, but it was enough to see clearly. Chen Yang’s gaze darkened as it fell on her skirt.

There was a faint, barely noticeable bloodstain.

Without hesitation, he removed his jacket, strode forward, pulled Le Ya into his arms, and wrapped the jacket tightly around her waist.

Le Ya looked confused. “What’s wrong?”

Chen Yang replied succinctly, “You’ve started.”

Le Ya’s face instantly flushed red. She instinctively looked down, but all she touched was his tightly wrapped jacket.

She glanced at the chair—they hadn’t left any marks.

“I completely forgot the timing…” Le Ya muttered, urging him, “Then let’s hurry back.”

Chen Yang nodded and led her out. As they left, he noticed a nearby store and said, “Wait for me in the car.”

Before Le Ya could respond, he was already gone. Without his jacket, his toned physique was fully visible, drawing glances from women passing by.

She suddenly felt a sense of possessiveness—that this man was hers.

Chen Yang entered the convenience store.

After wandering for a few minutes, he finally spotted sanitary pads on a shelf in the corner. Staring at the array of brands, he froze.

The all-powerful Chen Yang on the business battlefield didn’t know what brand his girlfriend used.

He stood there for a few seconds, then pulled out his phone to search online. The answers varied wildly, with some even suggesting he ask his girlfriend directly.

Frustrated, he closed his phone and picked a package with pink packaging.

At checkout, the cashier gave him a second glance and remarked, “Men these days are so thoughtful—they really know how to care for their girlfriends.”

Chen Yang left the store with the black plastic bag.

Just as he was about to return, he suddenly remembered something and veered off toward a nearby clothing store.

The store was lavishly decorated. The staff’s eyes lit up as they rushed over, cooing, “Sir, what do you need?”

Working in a luxury store had its perks—you often encountered wealthy men, though most were already taken, leaving little chance for the staff.

Today’s tall and handsome customer was practically the embodiment of a dream lover.

The staff could easily identify the brands of his clothes and watch. If he took an interest in her, she’d live comfortably for life.

Her heart raced as she recommended, “Sir, men’s clothing is this way. What size are you? I can assist you with…”

She was interrupted mid-sentence: “Women’s section.”

The staff member froze, surprised. “Sir, you’re asking about women’s clothing?”

Chen Yang nodded, giving a brief “Mm.”

Disappointment flickered in her eyes. Such a handsome man, here alone, and yet he already had a girlfriend?

She led him to the women’s section and watched as he selected several items without hesitation. Her disappointment turned into envy.

Still, maintaining professionalism, she smiled and asked, “May I inquire what size your girlfriend wears?”

This stumped Chen Yang.

He paused, thinking for a moment, and chose a slightly smaller size, estimating it should fit. After all, he was relying purely on visual judgment.

The staff member didn’t expect such a simple question to require thought.

Suppressing a laugh, she asked, “Sir, have you decided?”

Chen Yang caught the undertone in her voice and curtly stated three numbers.

The staff member quickly responded, “Alright, we have plenty of items in that size. What style are you looking for?”

Chen Yang thought again.

This time, the staff member couldn’t hold back her amusement. She wondered if this gentleman hadn’t yet won over his target—if he didn’t even know her size.

Chen Yang relied solely on his preferences, selecting a few items that he guessed would work. After all, he could always buy more later.

“Will you be paying by card?”

Chen Yang handed over his card. The staff member took it and immediately recognized the display—it was clear he was extremely wealthy. She dared not slack off.

Unable to resist, she praised, “Sir, you’re so thoughtful. Your girlfriend will surely be delighted when she sees these clothes.”

Chen Yang casually replied, “Mm.”

From what he knew, girls loved clothes. Every time Liang Qian accompanied Xie Qingyu shopping, he’d be thrilled beforehand but collapse afterward, complaining to them about the ordeal.

Le Ya probably wouldn’t be any different.

As night deepened, the evening breeze grew cool.

Le Ya waited in the car for what felt like ages without seeing Chen Yang return, so she busied herself by playing on her phone. Xie Qingyu and Su Hui were gossiping in their group chat.

Xie Qingyu: “A new teacher just joined our school, and within a few words, she hooked the headmaster. I saw them on a date today.”

Su Hui: “Wait, didn’t you say the headmaster has a wife?”

Not long after they graduated, the headmaster had been replaced, and the current one was only familiar to a handful of people, including Xie Qingyu.

Xie Qingyu: “Exactly. So, what do you think about that?”

Su Hui: “I don’t want to think about it. There are plenty of such stories around. What about Crescent Moon? @Le Ya What’s she up to tonight? She hasn’t shown up at all.”

Xie Qingyu: “She’s probably out on a romantic date with her boyfriend. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, dry wood meets fire, they’re inseparable—oh, it must be burning hot!”

Le Ya happened to be reading this when the conversation turned to her.

Especially those metaphors—they sounded innocent enough individually, but put together, they made her blush furiously.

Le Ya replied: “Stop making things up. I’m on my period.”

Xie Qingyu: “Oh no, poor Chen Yang.”

Su Hui: “Chen Yang: I feel so wronged.”

Xie Qingyu: “Why did you have to spoil the fun hahaha! Poor Chen Yang probably never expected you’d get your period today hahahaha!”

Just as Le Ya was about to reply, there was a knock on the car window.

Chen Yang bent down, his voice low. “Get out.”

It was summer, and beads of sweat glistened at his temples.

Le Ya obediently opened the door and stepped out. Whether it was because of the earlier messages or not, she suddenly felt embarrassed about everything.

Chen Yang handed her the bag and said softly, “Change your clothes.”

Le Ya was momentarily confused before realizing what he meant. “What? Where am I supposed to change here…?”

She hadn’t expected that Chen Yang had gone to buy her clothes and sanitary pads, and now she felt both flustered and touched.

Her reminder brought Chen Yang back to reality.

He suddenly smirked, his gaze mischievous as he leaned closer. “Then change in the car.”

Le Ya almost threw the bag in his face.

Chen Yang’s lips curled into a sly smile. “What, you want to change outside instead?”

Le Ya retorted, “Chen Yang, are you out of your mind?”

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the bag and climbed into the backseat. Before Chen Yang could join her, she pressed the window button. “I’m not changing.”

Chen Yang said, “I was just teasing you.”

After hesitating for a moment, Le Ya muttered shyly, her face red, “Then you’re not allowed to look inside.”

“I can’t see anything,” Chen Yang pointed to the car window. “What are you thinking? It’s blocked—I can’t see a thing.”

Le Ya thought about it and realized he was right.

She opened the bags, revealing several dresses—all pale-colored and from brands she used to wear.

Le Ya pulled one out and examined it briefly before settling on a fitted teal dress with a waist-cinching design, styled like a cocktail gown.

She glanced at the car window, reassured to see Chen Yang staring straight ahead. Otherwise, she would’ve felt self-conscious about being watched.

Le Ya removed her stained dress, tore off the tag from the cocktail dress, and slipped it on. A sudden movement caused her to bump into the front passenger seat.

It hurt a little.

Chen Yang asked, “What happened?”

Le Ya quickly responded, “Nothing.”

Chen Yang didn’t think much of it. After all, how much trouble could happen inside a car? There was nothing sharp or dangerous inside.

His gaze swept forward.

Accidentally, it landed on the rearview mirror.

In the small mirror, he caught a glimpse of a slender white arm, its wrist bent as the dress slid over it, revealing hints of skin.

Though it was just an arm, Chen Yang’s eyes darkened.

He steadied himself, forcing his gaze away, feeling the summer heat pressing down on him. He decided he needed a cold shower when he got home.

Sigh.

Le Ya folded her dirty clothes into the paper bag, tidied her messy hair, and then cautiously opened the door to step out.

Chen Yang was leaning against the back of the car, playing with a lighter.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head to look.

Chen Yang hadn’t given much thought to the clothes when he picked them, but now that Le Ya was wearing them, he thought his choices were absolutely perfect.

Le Ya also began to feel uneasy.

On either side of her waist were diamond-shaped cutouts, symmetrical and perfectly placed. The wind brushed over them, exposing her slender arms and legs.

She hesitated. “I should change into something else.”

Chen Yang said firmly, “No need to change.”

Le Ya asked uncertainly, “Really?”

Chen Yang stared at her, nodded, and said ambiguously, “It looks great. No need to change anything.”

He walked over and looked down at her. Her delicate, palm-sized face tilted upward, as if inviting him to kiss her. Don’t hesitate.

Chen Yang prided himself on his self-control, but around her, it vanished completely.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he asked, “How does it feel? Is there any discomfort?”

Le Ya shook her head. “It’s comfortable. I’ve bought from this brand before, and you didn’t pick any ‘death colors’—thank you.”

Chen Yang, feigning ignorance, asked, “What’s a death color?”

Finally, something he didn’t know! Le Ya gave him an example. “Like death Barbie pink.”

Chen Yang couldn’t even imagine what that color looked like.

Girls had so many colors—lipstick shades alone were overwhelming. In his games, most of the colors were chosen by designers.

Le Ya chuckled. “You really don’t know, do you?”

Chen Yang remained silent, his gaze sweeping over her waist.

Just then, a few passersby walked by, including two men who glanced their way. He frowned slightly, retrieved the jacket from the backseat, and wrapped it around her again.

Compared to Le Ya’s petite frame, the jacket was long enough to double as a dress. Once tied, it covered her knees.

Le Ya reached to untie it, complaining, “I already changed clothes. Why do I still need to wear this?”

Chen Yang adjusted the jacket slightly, satisfied.

Seeing her still trying to remove it, his voice deepened. “Don’t take it off.”

Le Ya pouted stubbornly, her voice soft. “But it’s so hot…”

Chen Yang said firmly, “Even if you act cute, it won’t work.”

Even though he felt his resolve wavering, he had to maintain control—he prided himself on his self-discipline.

Le Ya: “...”

When had she ever acted cute? Chen Yang loved putting words in her mouth, imagining things that weren’t true.

Hearing her huff in dissatisfaction, Chen Yang found her even more adorable.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he opened the car door and said softly, “Get in. I’ll take you home. Go to bed early tonight.”

Le Ya climbed in, ignoring him.

When the driver’s seat remained empty for a while, she leaned toward the window to ask why, only to spot a group of young men still staring at them from the roadside.

Hadn’t they passed by earlier?

An idea struck Le Ya. She tugged playfully at his shirt and asked sweetly, “Chen Yang, were you jealous just now?”

At her movement, Chen Yang caught sight of her beautiful collarbone peeking through the neckline, the smooth expanse of skin dazzling his eyes.

He recalled the shop assistant’s subtle mockery earlier, but his choices were perfect—Le Ya looked stunning in the dress.

Still, wasn’t this situation dangerously tempting him now?

Her tug didn’t budge the shirt, so Le Ya boldly reached for his belt, teasing, “I’m asking you a question. Why aren’t you answering?”

The pull on his belt was unmistakable.

Unaware of the effect, she even poked him lightly.

Since she was sitting inside, she could only reach his lower abdomen, where her fingers encountered hard abs with an unexpectedly pleasant texture.

Chen Yang’s lips twitched slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

Le Ya instinctively realized something was off and tried to withdraw her hand.

Chen Yang immediately grabbed her hand before she could retreat, bending down deliberately. “Where were you touching just now?”