Chapter 51: The Wealthy Lady Zhao Ying

“Ah! Um, I... it’s fine!” Zhao Ying started in surprise, her cheeks flushing as she looked at Lin Fan. She then turned and walked over to the cashier, addressing the store manager—whose refined bearing set her apart from the ordinary—“Please tally up the bill,” she said, pointing to the clothes Lin Fan wore.

The manager asked politely, “Will you be paying by card or with cash, miss?”

“By card.” As Zhao Ying spoke, she pulled a credit card from her purse and handed it over.

Seeing the card in her hand, Lin Fan’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. Although Zhao Ying’s credit card wasn’t quite as exclusive as the one he carried, it had a credit limit in the millions. Was she really a police officer? She was clearly a wealthy lady!

“Very well! Please wait a moment. The two of you are welcome to relax in the VIP lounge—I’ll bring you some coffee.”

“No need,” Zhao Ying declined crisply.

The manager smiled awkwardly and said no more. After all, money talks—these days, the customer with the deepest pockets is always right.

“Thank you, and we look forward to your next visit,” the manager said, handing Lin Fan his old clothes, neatly packed. The look she gave him was full of envy.

Lin Fan suddenly had an odd feeling: was she really seeing him as a kept man? To be honest, this time he did feel a bit like someone’s boy toy!

“Now that you’ve got your clothes, you’re coming to look at women’s fashion with me,” Zhao Ying said, her tone truly carrying the air of a wealthy woman. “And don’t you dare throw away your old clothes. At least they’re branded sportswear.” She seemed afraid Lin Fan would abandon the old for the new and quickly reminded him.

In fact, Zhao Ying was overthinking it. Though Lin Fan was wealthy, he wasn’t so extravagant as to throw away perfectly good clothes just because he’d bought new ones. That was something he’d never do.

Lin Fan couldn’t help but sweat a little—was he really so wasteful? Carrying the clothes, he trailed after Zhao Ying, happily accompanying her into a women’s boutique.

When it came to women’s fashion, Lin Fan was clueless, so he simply stayed quiet and waited in the lounge while Zhao Ying browsed.

Because of the designer outfit he wore, other customers gave Lin Fan extra glances as they passed, and some even stopped to greet him with a smile, trying to find out what he did for a living.

Zhao Ying, in the midst of trying on clothes, noticed this and shot Lin Fan a murderous glare. Lin Fan could only shrug, spreading his hands in innocence, as if to say his charm was simply irresistible. Zhao Ying, forced to continue trying on dresses, could only give him a sharp look.

It’s said that shopping with a woman is the most troublesome thing, but Lin Fan found that accompanying Zhao Ying was actually a pleasure. Time slipped by, and though she hadn’t yet found an evening gown she liked, Lin Fan’s eyes feasted.

Evening gowns for women attending banquets or balls are designed to accentuate the figure, emphasizing curves and outlining soft, graceful lines, so that a woman’s unique allure shines through at such events. Every time Zhao Ying tried on a new gown, Lin Fan was left awestruck.

Though Lin Fan had seen all types of beauties, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: “Damn, that body is wasted on a police officer. She’s a world-class supermodel if ever there was one.”

The first time Lin Fan met Zhao Ying at a bar, she’d worn a modest casual outfit. Every time after that, she’d been in her police uniform, a symbol of her identity. He’d never seen her in an evening gown before—she was breathtaking, captivating beyond words.

At last, Zhao Ying stepped out of the fitting room in a black evening dress with a deep V-neck. Lin Fan’s jaw dropped; he swallowed hard, unable to utter a word.

This dress showcased her figure perfectly, highlighting her nobility and elegance. Until now, Lin Fan had thought police officers only suited their uniforms, but tonight Zhao Ying completely overturned that notion. For a moment, he even wondered if she was meant for something more than being a cop.

Lin Fan was at a loss for words to describe her beauty at this moment. If he had to try, only “enchanting enough to topple a kingdom” would suffice.

“Hey, what are you staring at?” Zhao Ying walked over and said.

“Uh, you’re stunning tonight!” Lin Fan replied, eyes gleaming, his voice dreamy.

Every woman loves to be praised by a man, especially one she cares for. Still, perhaps due to her nature, Zhao Ying scoffed, “Are you saying I wasn’t beautiful before?”

A perfect smile played at the corner of Lin Fan’s mouth. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “To me, you’re beautiful every day. It’s just that tonight, you’re especially so.”

Hearing this, Zhao Ying couldn’t help but smile, clearly delighted. After all, Lin Fan rarely spoke to her this way.

“If you like it, I can say it to you every day,” Lin Fan whispered again, as if reading her thoughts.

Zhao Ying froze for a second, surprised he could see through her so easily. This man always managed to surprise her...

After paying, and before leaving the shopping mall, Zhao Ying bought Lin Fan a watch. Lin Fan knew full well that the clothes he wore now could pay for an ordinary person’s entire lifetime. He resolved that if Zhao Ying liked anything at the auction later, he’d get it for her—after all, it belonged to the Zhentian Group, and that was well within his power.

Once everything was settled, Zhao Ying suddenly draped herself over Lin Fan, the very image of a woman deeply in love, drawing countless admiring glances from men as they walked.

But this time, no one dared whisper that Lin Fan was a kept man. Clothes make the man, after all, and the aura of prestige he now exuded was unmistakable.

“Ying’er, you’ve spent so much on clothes for me—I really don’t have any money to buy you anything,” Lin Fan said, putting on a serious face as they walked.

“No matter, your big sister’s got money. If you’re good, I’ll buy you candy,” Zhao Ying teased, reaching out to pinch his cheek as she laughed.

To Zhao Ying, Lin Fan’s wealth meant nothing; she cared only for the man himself. Besides, after what happened that night, she knew he was no ordinary person—what kind of man could dodge a sniper’s bullet?

“In that case, I wouldn’t mind repaying you with my body. When we get home tonight, you can do whatever you want, as long as you’re gentle—I’m willing,” Lin Fan said, as if making a solemn declaration.

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