novelraw Chapter 33: Testing Compatibility?
Chapter 33: Testing Compatibility?
This girl, she’s really... handsome!
Hai Zhao is someone who’s been through myriad flowers without a leaf getting stuck to him. He’s never been short of girlfriends and has seen plenty of beauties.
But seeing Qian, he still froze.
Beauty is one thing, but the real point is this sense of poise that clearly sets her apart from those ordinary types. Hai Zhao immediately perked up.
"Hey beautiful, buying a fan? Let me recommend a few models to you; I’m the boss here, this store is mine. I’ll give you a discount!"
Qian could tell the tall man wasn’t as tall as Yu Minglang, not as handsome as Yu Minglang, didn’t have Yu Minglang’s charisma, but his charming eyes and glib little accent could indeed attract average women in a crowd.
This man looks a bit familiar, where have I seen him...
Qian was searching through memories of her past life, she’s sure she’s seen those charming eyes.
From Yu Minglang’s angle, it was like "his" Zhou Zhiruo was being lured by Hai, staring intently, eyes filled with charm, scrutinizing Hai.
There was a wave of emotion in his chest he couldn’t release, just stuck there.
Hai Zhao had a knack with women, since a few years old, already knew to steal rock candy from the family stew to charm little girls, enticing plenty.
Yu Minglang casually grabbed something in his hand, snapping it loudly.
Qian finally remembered, this man’s surname seemed to be Hai, and in the future did quite big business in Q City. Many of her studio’s female clients were his mistresses, a particularly promiscuous man; if one word could describe him, it would be: ruthless.
He seemed generous, but too flirtatious, romancing deeply with whomever he was involved, then breaking up without an extra glance, a scoundrel leaving those women devastated, coming to her studio seeking mental consultation, wailing.
Actually, those women don’t have psychological diseases, just momentarily can’t think straight. Qian, wanting more money, took those cases and charged high consultation fees.
"How much is this fan?" Qian asked, pointing at the best one.
"Selling to others for 120, selling to you for 80." Hai Zhao kept flirting with Qian; his charming eyes were very effective on girls.
But the girl didn’t spare him a glance, just focused on the fan, hurting his self-esteem a bit.
Damn it, he thought, I can’t believe I won’t win you over; Hai Zhao’s eyes gleamed, looking at Qian like she was prey.
"I’ll take this one. Write a receipt; can it be delivered?"
"Not usually, but for you, beautiful, absolutely. I’ll drive it to you; where do you live?"
"I’ll write it on the receipt; deliver it to me before three." Qian took the money, walked a few steps, feeling Hai Zhao’s gaze was odd, she turned back.
She gave him a once over and shook her head.
"Messing around is bad, be safe."
Considering how he brought her influential clients in her past life, Qian conscientiously gave a word of advice.
She seemed to remember Mr. Hai, being too flirtatious, got kicked by the mistress he raised...unable to ’function’.
The day before Qian returned to life, she even received his call, booking a consultation, reportedly unable to ’perform,’ it seemed psychologically induced. Such foolishly wealthy yet needy patients, Qian could charge him a hefty consultation fee of 100,000 per hour.
Hai Zhao didn’t understand what the little beauty meant, wanted to ask, she ignored him, paid, and walked out without looking back.
"Really interesting, can’t believe, there’s a girl in the world that I can’t win over? Dude, let’s go eat—what the heck! Yu Minglang, what did you do!"
Hai Zhao, grieved, watched Yu Minglang sitting in a pile of foam, Mr. Yu seated like a mountain, a murderous air with a pristine white underneath.
"Why did you crush the foam from our TV boxes, damn it, it’s our newest display model! How will we pack it—damn! You scoundrel, even crushed our bread maker box!"
Hai Zhao practically wanted to end his friendship with Yu Minglang, what did he do to provoke this!
Childhood buddies! Friendship!
"Stay away from her; she’s not someone you can touch!" Yu Minglang’s voice was extremely sinister.
"Who, my bread maker, my boxes, what do I do—wait a minute, who did you say?" Hai Zhao looked up, Yu Minglang’s gaze filled with murder.
"Just now that girl, stay away from her!"
"Oh, the one with the red mole on her forehead, really alluring—ouch, you hit me!" Hai Zhao covered his eye, incredibly aggrieved.
This shameless Yu Minglang, first crushing his TV box, then attacking his bread maker, now throwing a punch at his handsome face, how can they play anymore!
"Take back your filthy description, you’re not allowed to think of her that way!"
Even though Yu Minglang thought Qian’s mole on her forehead was very alluring, only he could say it, other men couldn’t, and Hai Zhao couldn’t either!
Finally, Hai Zhao understood why he got hit!
"You fancy that girl? Damn, it’s over, what has the world come to; Yu Minglang has a crush, you and your dull personality, don’t scare the girl away."
No wonder, not only asking him for discounts, but also taking it out on his machines, turns out the girl he was trying to hit on is the one Mr. Yu is interested in, wait—
"You fancy the girl, then why just now didn’t you go out? Are you stupid? What a great chance! Tell the girl this store is your buddy’s, offer her the lowest discount, then drive her home and meet her parents by the way—honestly, you being a proper old man, fancying a girl, it must be with marriage as the intention, right?"
Yu Minglang is an oddball among the courtyard kids, always serious since young, face gloomy, occasionally muttering incomprehensible words, seeming cold, little girls dared not approach him. Nobody was surprised at his choice of major; this person seemed from the 70s, like a conservative man from the past century.
"Marry my ass! She’s only 18!" Stabbing the pain in Yu Minglang’s heart again, 18, 18!!
"She’s an adult, isn’t that perfect? You just take these two years to date the girl, see if you’re suitable, if not, you still have time to change."
With the last sentence, Hai Zhao was particularly sleazy, nudging Yu Minglang with his elbow, his charming eyes fluttering.
"Filthy." Yu Minglang pushed away Hai Zhao’s hand, thinking about the fan Qian bought that hasn’t been delivered yet, suddenly had a flash of insight.
That girl needs to go to college, her family disagrees, but the school supplies, would they be left unprepared? Why not...
"Don’t deliver her fan yet; wait for me to come back." Yu Minglang wanted to leave, Hai Zhao called out from behind.
"Buddy, not drinking anymore?"
"No time!"
Yu Minglang walked out of Hai Zhao’s store, found a public phone booth, and dialed a number.
"Xiaoxi, come out."
The gentle female voice came from the other side of the line.
"Minglang, you looking for me?
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