I must admit, Zhao Qingling's driving skills were quite exceptional.
The kind of frantic female driver who panics the moment she hits the road and turns the windshield wipers on when trying to make a turn was nowhere to be found in Zhao Qingling.
Speeding along the road, the two of them reached their destination in a mere twenty minutes or so.
It was a high-end shopping mall.
The magnificent, glittering lobby and dazzling lights all bespoke ultimate luxury.
Zhao Qingling was clearly a regular here.
After bringing Lin Feng into the mall, she headed straight for the second floor and finally stopped in front of a clothing boutique.
"There, this is it."
Zhao Qingling glanced at Lin Feng trailing behind her, then pointed at the sign hanging above the shop entrance.
"This shop can be considered the very best in all of Nancheng. The clothes they sell are custom-made for their clients, and of course, they don't come cheap."
With that, Zhao Qingling gave a cold huff and added, "Let's get one thing straight, though: even though I brought you here to buy clothes, I am certainly not paying for you! If you don't have the money to pay later, don't come crying to me!"
"Naturally. When going out shopping, there's no reason to make a lady pay." Lin Feng rubbed his nose and smiled. "I may not be considered wealthy, but I certainly have enough money to buy a set of clothes."
Even if the clothes sold in this shop truly cost a fortune, Lin Feng wouldn't care in the least.
He still had the Supreme Black Card his master gave him when he came down the mountain tucked right in his pocket.
Forget buying an outfit; buying out this entire store would probably be more than enough.
"Still laughing. You think the things sold in this shop are some cheap street stall items you can dismiss with a hundred bucks? We'll see how you're crying in a minute!"
Seeing Lin Feng's carefree expression, Zhao Qingling muttered under her breath, pushed open the shop door, and walked inside.
The moment she stepped through the door, a female sales associate in professional attire hurried over to greet them.
She clearly recognized Zhao Qingling, as a warm smile instantly bloomed on her face. "Ms. Zhao, welcome! What style are you looking for today?"
"It's not for me today, it's for him." Zhao Qingling waved a hand and pointed at Lin Feng. "Ask him for the specific requirements."
The sales associate blinked, looking at Lin Feng with a hint of surprise.
When the two of them first walked in, she had assumed this man was Zhao Qingling's bodyguard, but now it seemed she had guessed wrong.
When did an employer ever buy clothes for a bodyguard?
"Could this man be Ms. Zhao's boyfriend? If that's true, this is huge news in Nancheng," the sales associate muttered inwardly to herself.
After all, Zhao Qingling was considered a regular at their shop.
Yet she had never once brought a male companion along before.
Secretly speculating about their relationship, the sales associate kept the smile on her face undiminished. "Sir, how should I address you? This must be your first time in our store, right? All the apparel we sell is custom-made according to the client's specifications."
"My last name is Lin," Lin Feng replied with a slight smile. "As for the requirements... let's keep it simple."
"A minimalist style? Very well." The sales associate nodded slightly, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Mr. Lin, please follow me. Someone will be right with you to take your measurements."
Watching Lin Feng walk into the side room, Zhao Qingling curled her lips in a slight pout and randomly found a chair to sit down on.
Just at that moment, however, a somewhat surprised shout rang out from outside the shop.
"Xiaoling? What are you doing here? What a coincidence!"
Following the voice, a slender man with somewhat delicate and gentle facial features walked in from outside.
He was clearly quite familiar with Zhao Qingling, marching straight up to her, resting a hand on her shoulder, and smiling as he said:
"I came by to check out a newly selected storefront today, never expecting to run into you. Wouldn't you say this is fate? Oh, by the way, how is Grandpa's health?"
"Sun Shaohong, I've said this many times: do not call me Xiaoling. Please address me by my full name, Zhao Qingling."
Zhao Qingling took a step back, shaking off the man's hand, a flash of barely concealed disgust crossing her eyes. "And don't say 'Grandpa' so casually. That is my grandfather, and he has nothing to do with you."
"Xiaoling, our two families are considered family friends anyway. Isn't your grandfather practically my grandfather?"
Sun Shaohong clearly paid no mind to Zhao Qingling's attitude. He glanced down at his watch and smiled. "Look, it's lunchtime too. Since it's such a coincidence today, why don't we grab a bite together?"
Without even thinking, Zhao Qingling refused, "I have no interest in eating with you, and besides, I'm waiting for my friend."
Even though Zhao Qingling had explicitly refused, Sun Shaohong clearly had no intention of dropping the matter.
He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Qingling's arm, and started dragging her outward without giving her any say in the matter. "Xiaoling, I've met those friends of yours. What's there to wait for? The clerk here can just tell them."
"Let go of me!"
Being dragged by Sun Shaohong, Zhao Qingling was clearly annoyed and began to struggle.
Yet as a woman, how could her physical strength ever compare to Sun Shaohong's?
Amidst the tug-of-war, Zhao Qingling was pulled step by step toward the entrance.
"I say... since the lady isn't willing, isn't it a bit ungentlemanly for a grown man to pester her like this?"
At that exact moment, a voice rang out.
Lin Feng, having finished having his measurements taken, walked out from the side room.
Although he didn't know what kind of relationship this man had with Zhao Qingling, Lin Feng wasn't blind; he could naturally see Zhao Qingling's reluctance.
As a man, Lin Feng figured he could hardly just pretend not to see and stand idly by.
Especially since his current identity was that of Zhao Qingling's fiancé.
Suddenly seeing someone speak up, Sun Shaohong instinctively released his grip, his expression sinking instantly.
This made his already somewhat delicate facial features look all the more gloomy.
He glared at Lin Feng and said coldly, "Who the hell are you? Is there any place for you to run your mouth here?"
"Me? I am Zhao Qingling's fiancé. If you want to drag Zhao Qingling away like this, you at least have to ask for my opinion, don't you?" Lin Feng spread his hands with a smile.
"Fiancé?"
Sun Shaohong was visibly stunned.
His Sun family and the Zhao family were family friends, and they had multiple business partnerships together.
Yet when did Zhao Qingling get a fiancé? How come he knew nothing about it?
"Kid, have you got a death wish? What kind of nonsense are you spouting!"
Sun Shaohong clearly didn't believe what Lin Feng was saying, taking him for one of those fools trying to play the hero to save the damsel in distress. "What kind of nobody are you? You think you're worthy of being Xiaoling's fiancé? Listen here, kid, while my mood is still somewhat decent, get lost as far as you can! Otherwise, I'll make sure you can't survive another day in Nancheng!"
Lin Feng, however, paid no attention to Sun Shaohong's threats whatsoever.
He shrugged, turned his head, and glanced at Zhao Qingling.
"I said I'm your fiancé, but the gentleman doesn't believe me. Well... why don't you prove it?"