Chapter 5044 — I'm Quite the Hand
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Whether I'm bragging, you'll find out in time," Wei Zhao said, offering no explanation. His methods were beyond even Leng Leng's comprehension—probably not even the top elites of Cloud Terrace Island could have figured them out. Who would have guessed that when he took this money, he had not laid a hand on it himself, but had simply drawn it straight into the jade pendant's space?
Still, come to think of it, he really did owe this crooked shop a proper thank-you. He had been worrying about money lately. True, the two swindlers at the start had contributed twenty thousand, and with his own cash he had thirty thousand in all—more than enough if it were just him.
The trouble was that he was now busy courting Leng Leng, and wooing a woman was the kind of business that drained money like running water. Today alone he had blown six or seven thousand on a phone and whatnot, to say nothing of daily expenses. If he was going to buy her anything expensive in the days ahead, the money he had on hand might not be enough. He had been fretting over exactly this when someone had obligingly delivered money to his door.
With his skills, Wei Zhao could get money whenever he wanted, but he was no thief without principles. He could hardly go stealing from ordinary folk for no reason. Only the scum and lowlifes who crossed him were fair game—the two swindlers last time, and this crooked shop today.
Frankly, without these characters Wei Zhao would have had a real headache on his hands. In his eyes, they were nothing less than regular little gods of wealth, scattering money his way.
"I think you've gotten addicted to spinning tales—you make it sound so real, Mister Martial Arts Expert." Leng Leng did not believe a word of it. Suddenly in high spirits, she said, "Well, now that the show's over, let's go on with our shopping. It's not often I come to a place like this—I still want a good look at those pretty clothes."
"Shopping?" Wei Zhao was taken aback. He had assumed that now Leng Leng had obtained the top-grade spirit jade she wanted, she would be eager to hurry back and heal her injuries. He never expected her to be in the mood for this. Women would be women, he supposed—shopping held a fatal attraction for them forever, and even a little ice queen like Leng Leng, who came from the Third Plane, was no exception.
"You don't want to?" Leng Leng glanced at him.
"No, no, of course I do. In fact, I've been wanting to buy you some clothes for a while now, only I didn't dare place an order without knowing your measurements. Today, with you here to try them on in person, it's a wish come true," Wei Zhao said with a smile.
"You want to buy me clothes?" At these words Leng Leng's pretty face suddenly flushed, and she said in a low, somewhat bashful voice, "Isn't it only a husband who buys clothes for his wife? How could I let you buy them for me..."
The customs of the ancient little jianghu were much like those of Cloud Terrace Island, even more conservative. Unless a man and a woman had already pledged their hearts to each other, things as intimate as clothing could not be casually given; to give clothes was, in a sense, the same as a declaration of love. Men had tried before to give Leng Leng such intimate gifts, but she had always insisted on refusing.
"Huh? Where'd you get an idea like that? Isn't it perfectly normal for friends to give each other a few clothes? Everyone does it," Wei Zhao said in surprise.
"Is—is that so? Well, all right then." Leng Leng lowered her head, her face red, quietly convincing herself that this was the secular world and that when in Rome one did as the Romans did; for someone to give another a few clothes was perfectly normal here, and did not really mean a pledge of love. (To be continued.)