The Young Lords of Wuling East of the Golden Market, Silver Saddles and White Horses Riding the Spring Breeze Chapter 105: New Clothes (2)

The middle-aged saleswoman seized the opportunity to pull out several coats in various styles, along with a stack of pants and shirts, holding them up against him to gauge the fit. Fang Yu sighed; there was no denying that brand-name clothing had a much better cut than the garments sold on the street.

"Fine, I'll take all of these. Pack them up for me." Too lazy to try them on one by one, he simply waved his hand to signal his decision.

"Oh, wonderful! You are so generous, young man. Tsk, tsk, your girlfriend is truly a lucky girl to have you."

As the saleswoman flattered him, Qin Lu came bouncing out of the fitting room. The young girl had changed into a beige cashmere coat, which lent her a touch of maturity.

"Hmm, does it not look good?" Qin Lu twisted back and forth, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"It looks great. Heh, just pack all of these up; as long as the size is right, it’s fine," he said, glancing at the items the saleswoman had gathered.

"So many? Fang Yu, one piece is enough," Qin Lu urged, looking anxious. These clothes were quite expensive; buying them all would cost tens of thousands.

"Little girl, your boyfriend isn't worried, so why are you? Come here, let me recommend this outfit for you; it's perfect for a girl with a figure like yours." The saleswoman didn't forget to pull out another set of clothes.

Qin Lu was left dazed as the saleswoman fussed over her. Fang Yu didn't intervene; he sat to the side with a chuckle and lit a cigarette.

Shopping with a girl always took longer than playing video games. By now, Fang Yu's lavish spending had attracted the attention of clerks from surrounding counters, who flocked over to pitch their own star products.

Fang Yu turned no one away, picking out an outfit from almost every brand that caught his eye. As for Qin Lu, it was even more dramatic; a mountain of shopping bags piled up in front of her.

"I can't take it anymore, Fang Yu! I can't carry any more!" the girl exclaimed, her beautiful eyes wide as she looked at the piles of clothing.

"Heh, alright then, that’s it. Please total it up for me." He walked over to the checkout counter with a smile.

The cashier was stunned. She had seen plenty of wealthy men buying clothes and bags for their girlfriends, but she had never seen anyone be this generous.

"Sir, your total comes to 37,800 yuan. Will you be paying by card or cash?" The cashier double-checked the receipt, afraid she might have miscalculated.

"Card," he said, casually pulling one out.

"Almost 40,000? Fang Yu, where did you get this money? I don't want them, these are too expensive." Qin Lu pulled on his sleeve, looking worried.

"Silly girl, there will be even more expensive things later. Just make do with these for now," he said, affectionately ruffling her hair.

"Mr. Fang, would you like me to have someone take these bags to your car?" The young saleswoman was sharp; someone of his stature clearly wouldn't have arrived by bus.

"Sure, thank you for your trouble. Here, take the keys; the car is right outside the store," he said with a wave of his hand.

Seeing his signature on the receipt, the staff firmly committed his name to memory. With such a big client, they wouldn't have to scramble to wait on anyone else for the rest of the month.

When the staff carried the shopping bags to the 640, their eyes widened once again.

"Look at that, no wonder he’s so free with his money. What model of BMW is this? I've never seen it before."

"It must be a 7 Series, it's so big."

"It's not a 7 Series, you idiot. Can’t you see it’s a sports car? Isn't there a number on the back? Hiss, 640? I’ve never even heard of it."

"Mr. Fang, your items have been placed in the car. Please take your keys." The saleswoman beamed as she handed the key back.

He nodded, pulled the girl close, and stood up, scratching his head with a sheepish grin. "Honey, I'm a bit tired. Shopping is more exhausting than playing ball. Can we find a place to rest for a while?"

Qin Lu pulled his arm, feeling sorry for him. "Yeah, I was the one trying on clothes all morning, and I'm exhausted too. Shall we go get some lunch?"

He nodded and took her to a teahouse. They ordered some food, eating slowly while whispering and laughing, and the meal lasted nearly two hours.

"Hey, Fang Yu, tell me the truth. Where did you get so much money?" the girl asked, determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Ha, don't the internet cafe and the milk tea shop make money? To be honest, I even have a company in Songyu."

Qin Lu nodded, though she only half-understood. "Then did your friends buy cars too? What about Cheng Chen?"

"Well, I helped them all upgrade. If you want to learn to drive, I’ll sign you up for classes, and once you get your license, I’ll buy you one, too."

"Hmph, I don't want that. I just want you to come pick me up," the girl said, her tone filled with tender affection.

In the afternoon, Qin Lu suggested a walk in the Cultural Park. Feeling guilty, Fang Yu quickly refused, terrified that a staff member might recognize him and spill the beans about the fireworks he had set off for Xia Churan the night before. That would be a catastrophe.

"Oh, it's so cold, why go to the park? Shall we go see a movie instead?"

"Wuwu, but there aren't any good movies out right now."

After some persuasion, the girl agreed to skip the park. The two found a KTV—firstly, because it was quiet and private, and secondly, because he really couldn't walk any further.

"Heehee, Fang Yu, I want to hear you sing," the girl said, happily grabbing the microphone.

Singing karaoke together felt a bit strange. To others, it was sweet, but Fang Yu wasn't used to it; having only the two of them for entertainment felt a bit boring.

"Damn, so many songs haven't even been released yet," he muttered, scrolling through the song selection menu.

Remembering the night Xia Churan hummed "Lydia" while in his arms, his heart stirred, and he selected the song.

"Lulu, do you know how to sing this?" he asked, looking at the girl beside him.

"I do, but the pitch is way too high. My voice isn't quite up to it," Qin Lu said, pouting.

Qin Lu's singing voice wasn't particularly outstanding. In comparison, Lin Pin was the best singer among the girls he knew and the one who harmonized with him best.

"I want to hear it~" he said with a smile, handing her the microphone.

The girl nodded obediently; if her sweetheart wanted to hear it, she had to give it her all. However, Qin Lu's breath control was unsteady, and the high notes came out thin and wispy, lacking the sorrow the song demanded.

"Hmph, I told you I wasn't a good singer," the girl said, putting the microphone down indignantly.

Fang Yu didn't say a word, just pulled her into his arms. She did indeed sing poorly, but he didn't care. For the longest time, he had thought he was unable to let go of his longing for Qin Lu, but after this rebirth, he realized that the person he had always loved the most was simply his own eighteen-year-old self.

Leaving the KTV, Fang Yu wanted to have dinner with Qin Lu before heading back to the snack street, but the girl shook her head.

"Wuwu, Keke wants me to go to the library with her tonight. We've been shopping all day, can we do it another time?"

"Alright, then I'll drop you off." He nodded and drove to the foot of her dormitory building. This time, the other girls in the dorm were stunned and had to come downstairs to help her carry the massive haul of shopping bags back up.

"Wow, Lulu, isn't your boyfriend a bit too extravagant? Buying so many items from these brands?"

"Exactly, and this brand, it’s so expensive."

There was always someone among the girls who knew their labels, and it was obvious that the clothes Fang Yu had bought were far beyond what a student her age should be wearing.

Qin Lu wore a look of shy, overwhelming happiness. Under the gaze of the other girls, the 640 drove off, leaving behind only the chattering crowd, who began pestering Qin Lu to ask if Fang Yu’s friends had girlfriends, and so on.