A leisurely life starting in a bar after being reborn

After buying things for himself, Fu Yan then dragged Xu Wenshu to the women's clothing section.

"I want to buy it for you too."

"No need, I..."

"You've helped me try so many things, I have to show my appreciation."

Xu Wenshu wanted to refuse, but Fu Yan had already entered the women's clothing store, and she could only sigh as she followed behind.

Fu Yan's way of choosing things is completely different from Xu Wenshu's—he doesn't understand fabrics, patterns, or trendy colors; he only has one standard: things that look pleasing to the eye.

He casually picked up a burgundy cashmere coat and handed it to Xu Wenshu: "Try this."

Xu Wenshu took the clothes, glanced at the label, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, and went into the fitting room with the clothes.

When they came out, Fu Yan was stunned.

The burgundy cashmere coat accentuated Xu Wenshu's fair skin, and with the belt tied around her waist, her slender figure made her look like an oil painting—yes, the kind of oil painting that hangs in a museum and makes people stand in front of it, unable to move.

"Does it look good?" Xu Wenshu twirled around.

"It looks good." Fu Yan said it sincerely.

"Then I won't buy it."

"Why?!"

"It's too expensive." Xu Wenshu took off her coat and hung it back on the hanger. "I have my own clothes, I don't need anything this expensive."

Fu Yan glanced at the label—12,800.

For Xu Wenshu, her monthly salary is probably less than ten or twenty thousand yuan, and this coat is equivalent to more than a month's salary. It's not that she can't afford it, but that she can't bear to part with it.

Fu Yan didn't say anything, but when she wasn't paying attention, he quietly went back, bought the coat, and asked the shop assistant to pack it up and send it to the address on Yandaixie Street.

When he caught up with Xu Wenshu, she was already sitting on a bench outside waiting for him.

Where did you go?

"Toilet."

Xu Wenshu looked at him with some skepticism, but did not ask any further questions.

……

Finally, Fu Yan also bought a few clothes for Fu Xiao—he took pictures and sent them to Fu Xiao for her to choose from, and Fu Xiao immediately replied with a series of links, which Fu Yan then bought directly.

It was almost six o'clock when I came out of the mall.

In Yanjing, it gets dark early in winter. The streetlights are already on, and pedestrians wrapped in coats hurry by, their breath flashing in the light before dissipating.

Fu Yan walked ahead carrying large and small bags, while Xu Wenshu followed behind, with a half-step distance between them.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Yan asked, turning around.

"fine."

"Want to grab a meal?"

Xu Wenshu hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, I have some things to do today..."

"What is it?"

"..." Xu Wenshu paused for a moment, "Go home and do the laundry."

Fu Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Can't you even come up with a better reason for lying? Washing clothes? Saying you're taking a shower would be more believable!"

"I'm really busy, okay!" Xu Wenshu glared at him. "Besides, I've been eating out for three days in a row. Today I want to go home and eat instant noodles."

"Instant noodles? You, a big TV host, eat instant noodles every day?"

"What's wrong? There's no shortage of meat in the instant noodles." Xu Wenshu said stubbornly, but her voice sounded a little weak—probably because she was thinking about how her refrigerator contained only instant noodles, yogurt, and expired milk.

Fu Yan didn't ask any further questions, but he silently made a mental note of it.

The two walked to the underground parking garage. Fu Yan threw his things into the trunk, opened the car door, and let Xu Wenshu get in first.

"I'll take you home."

"No need, I'll take a taxi..."

"Get in the car. Why all the nonsense?"

Xu Wenshu glanced at him, but ultimately did not refuse, and lowered her head to get into the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the evening traffic.

The car was quiet, with only the hum of the heater. Fu Yan was driving, and Xu Wenshu was leaning against the passenger seat, watching the streetlights flash by outside the window, lost in thought.

"Xu Wenshu," Fu Yan suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"You said the other day that you were afraid people would say you were dating a rich man."

The air inside the car suddenly froze.

Xu Wenshu didn't speak, her body stiffening slightly.

"You even said you were afraid I would look down on you."

"..."

"I want to tell you..." Fu Yan's tone was very soft, as if she were talking about something trivial, "You are the least likely person I've ever met to be a gold digger. If you wanted to be one, do you think you lacked opportunities? The host of CCTV's financial channel, the rich men who wanted to date you could stretch from the Military Museum to the China World Trade Center."

Xu Wenshu didn't reply, but Fu Yan saw her turn her head away and wipe the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

"Besides, there's no way I could look down on you," Fu Yan continued. "You're more outstanding than most people I've ever met. You were sent to the US at twenty-three, your show consistently ranks in the top three on the channel, and you got where you are today through your own abilities—why would I look down on you?"

"Because you're rich," Xu Wenshu's muffled voice came from behind her hand.

"Money is the least valuable thing," Fu Yan said.

"It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering the consequences."

"I'm talking while sitting down, but I really don't have back pain."

Xu Wenshu burst out laughing, tears and laughter mingling together, snot almost spilling out as well. She quickly turned her head away and vigorously wiped her face with the back of her hand, looking utterly disheveled.

"Can you please stop telling lame jokes when I'm crying?!"

"Then don't cry."

"I don't want to cry either! It's all your fault for being so annoying!" She stopped halfway through her sentence, took a deep breath, and suppressed her emotions.

The car fell silent again.

After a long while, Xu Wenshu finally spoke, her voice now calm: "I live in Muxidi. Just turn right up ahead and you'll be there."

"good."

The car turned into an old residential area, and Xu Wenshu pointed to a six-story red brick building: "It's here, on the fifth floor."

Fu Yan parked the car downstairs and turned off the engine.

"arrive."

"Hmm." Xu Wenshu unbuckled her seatbelt but didn't get out of the car immediately. She sat in the passenger seat, head down, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the seatbelt buckle.

"Fu Yan."

"Um?"

"Thank you for the coffee."

"You're welcome."

Xu Wenshu pushed open the car door and got out of the car. After taking two steps, she stopped and looked back at him.

"Next time... if you come to pick me up again, ride your bicycle."

Fu Yan paused for a second, then smiled: "Okay, let's ride bicycles."

Xu Wenshu smiled, turned around, and walked into the stairwell.

Fu Yan watched her figure disappear at the top of the stairs, sat for a while, and then started the car.

The A8L slowly drove out of the residential area and disappeared into the night.

He drove with a smirk on his face the whole time.

Today's trip was worthwhile.

……

Back home, Fu Yan tossed the clothes he'd bought onto the sofa, took out his phone, and sent Lin Xiaochen a text message: "Regarding the nanny, I'll add one more requirement—someone who can cook Beijing cuisine is fine too. Also: could you help me find some good takeout options? I'd like to subscribe regularly."

Lin Xiaochen replied instantly: "Understood."

Fu Yan put down his phone and suddenly remembered something—he forgot to write down Xu Wenshu's address on the burgundy cashmere coat he bought for her today.

He picked up his phone to ask Xu Wenshu for her address, but after thinking about it, he put it down again.

Never mind, I'll give it to her next time we meet.

Anyway…

He smiled.

Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.