Chapter 121: The Pretty Boy’s Mouth

Lu Chuan: “It’s not easy to catch a ride out here.”

Fang Yuan: “Told you, this isn’t our turf. These people aren’t easy to talk to. It’s not easy for you, being out here.”

The fact that she thought of him at a time like this made Lu Chuan feel content—he knew Fang Yuan cared about him.

Lu Chuan patiently explained to Fang Yuan, “The roads back home aren’t great, but we’re close to the provincial capital, so it’s not as developed as here. Still, if the roads were a bit better, things would be much improved compared to now.”

Fang Yuan watched Lu Chuan go on and on, then curled her lip. “You talk like you really know. Do you?”

Lu Chuan just laughed—this really wasn’t something he could promise. “Come on, I’ll take you shopping for clothes.”

Fang Yuan: “You still have money?”

Lu Chuan was quick-witted as ever and immediately replied, “Nope, that’s why I’m bringing you along.”

Fang Yuan actually laughed. “You’re pretty sharp when it counts.”

Lu Chuan was honestly impressed by Fang Yuan’s quick thinking—he’d never once guessed right with her. Life was full of surprises, and no one could match this girl’s straightforwardness.

This time, when they got to the department store, Fang Yuan seemed much more at ease. She didn’t pick out anything for herself, but instead chose two trendy fleece tops for Lu Chuan.

At first, Lu Chuan was happy, but when he turned around, his expression changed. “Why are you picking these kinds of clothes for me?”

These weren’t the kind of things Fang Yuan would have seen in the county—something was up.

Fang Yuan replied naturally, “I saw other people wearing them and thought they looked good. You’ll look even better in them.”

But was it really about looking good? Lu Chuan pressed her, “Who did you see wearing them?” Oh man, this was a serious issue.

Fang Yuan: “Just now, outside the hospital. A bunch of young guys were wearing them. I saw.”

Then she added, “Aren’t you in the provincial capital now? You should dress like everyone else. No need to let people gossip about you just because of a couple of shirts.”

Lu Chuan, the jealous type, wasn’t too happy. “Why were you looking at other people?”

Fang Yuan: “I wasn’t looking at others, I was looking at you.”

But why shouldn’t you look at me? Lu Chuan felt stifled. What was really going on in this woman’s mind?

Thinking back to the first dress he bought for Fang Yuan, Lu Chuan realized that buying clothes for someone wasn’t as simple as he thought.

Fang Yuan had no idea about Lu Chuan’s tangled thoughts. She was busy calculating, “Let’s get two more sets of thermal underwear. My mom made you a pair of padded pants, and your mom made you another. No need to buy those.”

Having someone think things through for him, Lu Chuan felt completely satisfied. “Whatever you say. Come on, let’s get you some clothes.”

Fang Yuan: “I have clothes at home.”

Lu Chuan: “But we’re picking them out together. Tell me what you like, and I’ll buy it for you next time. That way, I won’t get it wrong and have you complain.”

See? After getting jealous, Lu Chuan still found his own way to teach his wife how to shop. He wanted them to grow together as a couple.

Fang Yuan: “You just want to waste money.”

Lu Chuan’s coaxing skills were top-notch. “Just think of it as me wanting to see what kind of clothes you like.”

Fang Yuan: “The way you talk, you sound like a real pretty boy—not a good guy at all.”

Still, she followed Lu Chuan to look at women’s clothes—clearly, she’d been sweet-talked.

Fang Yuan pointed at some clothes she didn’t like. “See those? All those frills and bits—I’m not interested. The thicker fabrics over there, those look durable and dirt-resistant. I like those.”

So Lu Chuan picked out two pairs of jeans for Fang Yuan, both the latest trend—just starting to catch on.

Even in the university, hardly any girls wore them yet.

Fang Yuan stared at the pair Lu Chuan had the clerk bring out. “What are these?”

Lu Chuan counted on his fingers as he explained, “Thick fabric, durable, dirt-resistant—everything you said you wanted, these pants have.”

But could she really wear these? They hugged the hips so tight. Fang Yuan shot Lu Chuan a look—her expression changed. This guy really wasn’t up to any good.

Lu Chuan looked steadily at Fang Yuan, calm as could be. “Try this pair, this one’s looser.”

Fine, he didn’t look like a bad guy now. But these jeans still didn’t feel comfortable, and what’s with the suspenders? Only little kids in the village wore pants with open crotches and suspenders.

In the end, Lu Chuan bought both pairs, even though they clearly didn’t fit well.

Fang Yuan glared at him. “Are you crazy? This isn’t what we agreed on.”

Lu Chuan was quick to change the subject. “Didn’t you bring money?”

Fang Yuan, distracted, handed over the money. Then she realized—this wasn’t what she wanted, but he still bought them.

She glared at Lu Chuan. “Did you see someone else wearing these?”

See how married couples think alike? They even care about the same things.

Lu Chuan: “Don’t blame me—you picked them yourself.”

Fang Yuan scowled. She had said so, but it really wasn’t what she wanted. “Let’s not talk about it.” She’d been tricked, plain and simple.

Lu Chuan shut up, but his eyes said it all—even if they didn’t talk about it, that’s how it was.

After paying, Fang Yuan belatedly realized they’d spent quite a bit. Her face didn’t recover for a long time.

Lu Chuan even backed up the sales clerk. “Thick fabric, durable—of course it costs more than usual.”

Fang Yuan: “A bit more? You call this a bit?”

Lu Chuan didn’t argue, just let Fang Yuan scold him, smiling and carrying the new clothes, looking completely harmless.

Luckily, Fang Yuan was the type to let things go. After a couple of complaints, she was over it.

When she got home, Fang Yuan put on the new jeans right away, though she grumbled several times about how tight they were.

Lu Chuan didn’t even dare look at her directly—she looked really good. “Not bad, looks pretty good.”

Fang Yuan: “Just thick and durable, that’s all.” The rest—no matter how she looked at it, she wasn’t comfortable. Didn’t feel comfortable wearing them, either.

As for the jeans being tight and hard to wear out, Fang Yuan didn’t even think about it. What mattered to her was that they were durable and could stand up to hard work. She’d already bought them—wasting them by not wearing them would be a real shame.

Lu Chuan asked casually, “You seem to like them?”

Fang Yuan: “Like what? They’re just like work pants. Everyone at the factory wears these. Perfect for working.”

Lu Chuan nodded, but if she was going to wear them for work, he reminded her, “When you go to the construction site, remember to wear the looser pair.”

Fang Yuan: “Why? Is there a difference?”

Lu Chuan blinked. He couldn’t exactly say, “If you wear the tight ones to the site, everyone will be staring at you—who’ll get any work done?”

After a long pause, he managed, “That pair has pockets—more convenient for work. You can carry tools.”

He nodded to himself, quite sure of his reasoning. “Yeah, for carrying tools.” He’d actually managed to come up with a good excuse for the pants—not easy.

Fang Yuan looked down and checked. No wonder there were so many pockets—so that’s what they were for. “Then can we exchange this pair for the same style?”

Lu Chuan hadn’t expected that. He blinked. “You’re already wearing them, so let’s just leave it.”

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