Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: Swelling the Face to Pretend to Be Plump

But in the very next second, she heard Nan Yan complain coquettishly, “I told him the size was wrong, but he insisted I try it on. The dress was too small, and when I pulled the zipper, it pinched my skin. But, but…”

Nan Yan’s cheeks flushed, and she looked terribly embarrassed.

There were many people around, and just then, Jian An’an and Shen Yue both glanced over curiously.

Song Wan’ning: …

She didn’t need to think to know what kind of predicament she was about to be in.

Still, she took Nan Yan’s arm and led her a distance away from the others. “Alright, you can speak now. It’s just the two of us here.”

Even the cameraman following them sensibly backed off to give them privacy.

However, the cameraman assigned to Nan Yan was particularly sneaky. Though he had moved away, he quietly zoomed in, capturing every detail of Nan Yan’s expressions and gestures.

Nan Yan hesitated, still a bit shy. Only after Song Wan’ning moved closer did she whisper, “But I actually heard him say that if I’d let him hold me, he would’ve known my size! Listen to what he said—don’t you think that’s too much?”

Song Wan’ning replied, “That’s perfectly normal…”

In fact, in the novel’s description, Yun Ze’s thoughts toward Nan Yan were far more intense—just wanting to hold her seemed innocent by comparison…

Still, for someone who grew up as a pampered heiress, she was astonishingly pure when it came to feelings—like a blank piece of paper. It was… inexplicably endearing.

Sure enough, Nan Yan grew flustered, stamping her foot and protesting shyly, “How is that normal?!”

“I’ve hugged Wen Jingxing several times already, you know?” Song Wan’ning blurted out, saying something that would shock anyone.

She completely forgot that she’d just told the cameraman to start the live stream as soon as they reached the central flower mall, hoping to finish recording all three segments in one go.

Otherwise, if she left it until the evening, she’d be sure to forget.

What’s more, neither she nor Nan Yan had turned off their microphones.

Song Wan’ning’s intention was simply to reassure Nan Yan that such things were normal for an engaged couple.

Besides, every time they hugged, it was out of necessity—nothing more.

But to the audience listening in, jaws dropped in shock!

[Oh my god! This is Song Wan’ning herself saying this—how could it not be true!]

[Wow, these two always act so proper in front of us, but behind the scenes, they’ve hugged so many times! Do they think we’re outsiders or something?]

[If you want to watch, just say so…]

[This is too sweet! Ah! I never expected their private interactions to be like this. Isn’t it normal for couples to hug and kiss every day?]

[Come on, next time don’t treat us like outsiders—just hug in front of us!]

[Only real couples can be this sweet! Last time those people argued with me about it—well, here’s the proof!]

Nan Yan sounded surprised, “Didn’t you say he doesn’t like people?”

[Whoa, what’s this bombshell?!]

[No way! Don’t turn things around so fast!]

[Ha, you were all proven wrong! How could Wen Jingxing like Song Wan’ning? Just because she said they hugged doesn’t mean it’s true—maybe she’s just bragging!]

Song Wan’ning frowned, “Did I say that? I only said he doesn’t like other people, that’s all.”

“Oh, so that’s how it is!”

Nan Yan glanced meaningfully at Song Wan’ning and Wen Jingxing.

So what Song Wan’ning meant was, Wen Jingxing doesn’t like anyone else—he likes her!

Very well, Nan Yan had once again completely misunderstood.

[Hahaha! Wen Shao and Song Wan’ning are a locked-in couple—how could there be any twist?]

[This is hilarious, you’re the ones getting embarrassed now!]

[Exactly—our Song Wan’ning is amazing! She’s talented, she can cook, she’s elegant and capable, and she can even take down bad guys. Why wouldn’t Wen Shao like her?]

[Our Wan’ning is truly wonderful!]

…

Song Wan’ning and Nan Yan walked ahead, chatting, while Wen Jingxing and Yun Ze followed behind with grim faces.

The two men exchanged a single glance, as if wordlessly pleading with each other, “Please, get your woman to give mine back!”

Cheng Mu and Jiang Mingzhao trailed behind them, intimidated by the powerful presence of the two men ahead and not daring to get too close.

The remaining three followed at the very back.

With so many cameras trailing the group, they quickly became the center of attention for everyone around.

Song Wan’ning was focused on moving forward, but when she noticed the crowd in front growing denser, she finally looked up.

She realized that among these nine buildings, only the one in the very center was an exclusive flagship; the others were ordinary brand buildings with various individual shops rented out.

Song Wan’ning thought, any brand wealthy enough to buy an entire building here must be incredibly rich—their merchandise must be the most expensive!

She immediately said, “Let’s go in there and have a look!”

Then she called out to Jian An’an at the back of the group, “You just said you’d treat me as a friend and give me my favorite dress. I’m taking you at your word!”

Wanting to placate Song Wan’ning—and acutely aware of all the people watching—Jian An’an agreed without hesitation, “Of course! How could I possibly lie to you?”

[Huh? When did Jian An’an and Song Wan’ning become so close again?]

[So much happened in just one day!]

[Why overthink it? Isn’t it good for everyone to get along?]

[But… Jian An’an was so mean to Song Wan’ning before. Why should Song Wan’ning be so forgiving?]

[No need to worry. I know this brand—everything inside is hugely expensive. If Jian An’an really buys something for Song Wan’ning, then the past can be forgiven.]

[How expensive can a dress be?!]

[The cheapest starts at a hundred thousand.]

[Holy—never mind then…]

[Jian An’an’s really going all out for Song Wan’ning! She must really mean it this time!]

Song Wan’ning added coolly, “Then you come with me up front.”

Jian An’an hurried to comply, shaking free from Shen Yue and rushing ahead. To show her enthusiasm, she even took the lead at the very front of the group.

But as soon as she reached the building’s entrance, she was stopped. The attendant at the door, dressed in a sleek black uniform skirt and wearing a perfectly polite smile, said, “Welcome, customer. Please show your ID or membership card so we can provide you with the best service.”

Being stopped in front of everyone was already enough to make Jian An’an uncomfortable.

What’s more, she didn’t have any kind of card on her.

Jian An’an looked back at Song Wan’ning, feeling awkward. She couldn’t understand why Song Wan’ning insisted on coming here. The other buildings were packed with customers, but this one was nearly empty. What exactly did Song Wan’ning see in this place?

(End of chapter)