He picked out another set for her. "Pack these two sets. Take this, and take her to get cleaned up, put on some makeup, and get her hair done."
Jian Fei was like a child, led into the VIP room by two sales assistants, while Ke Teng sat in the lounge playing on his phone.
An hour later, she walked out in new clothes, with exquisite makeup and a beautiful hairstyle.
Ke Teng finally understood why women wore makeup.
With all sorts of colors smeared on her face, it wasn't bad; it was indeed more attractive than wearing nothing, sparkling.
Her eyelashes were brushed like dense fans, the eyeshadow on her eyelids glittered, and her lips were as red as cherries.
Coupled with wearing this type of clothing for the first time, Jian Fei was unaccustomed to it and slightly shy. The entire person was a perfect embodiment of an idiom.
She was a feast for the eyes.
Ke Teng considered himself to have no romantic thoughts about her usually, but upon seeing her like this, his heart couldn't help but stir intensely.
He wanted to taste her lips.
However, he only thought about it silently; he would never say it aloud.
Jian Fei was a blank slate in this regard, and he didn't dare to scare her.
Back in the car, Ke Teng couldn't help but glance at her while driving.
Her delicate shoulders, slender arms, and fair fingers... as a man, he couldn't resist the urge to touch them.
"Um, I don't know why my palms keep sweating today. Can you wipe them for me?"
He opened his hand and placed it in front of Jian Fei.
Jian Fei, believing him, took a tissue and grabbed his hand.
"There's no sweat. The weather's been quite cold lately, and your hands are actually very dry."
"Is that so? Why do I feel like there's sweat? Just wipe them for me anyway."
Jian Fei meticulously wiped his hands, even between his fingers, and took the opportunity to examine his fingers.
She couldn't help but sigh.
"You truly are a pampered young master. Your hands are as tender as a girl's."
Ke Teng felt pleased inwardly but said,
"Are you perhaps a hand fetishist? Do you like my hands?"
Jian Fei, holding his fingers, innocently replied.
"I quite like them. Why didn't you think to use this talent when you were arguing with your father before? Perhaps you could become a hand model."
"Are they really that good? Then let me see yours."
Ke Teng naturally took her hand and turned it over.
"Your hands are also quite beautiful."
"What's beautiful about them?" Jian Fei used his fingers to touch the calluses on her palm.
"I've been doing housework since I was young, washing dishes and clothes, so my hands are full of calluses, and my knuckles are particularly rough."
"You just haven't noticed how beautiful the hands of girls who truly don't lift a finger to do chores are."
"No matter how beautiful they are, I don't like looking at them. I just think you're pretty good."
Ke Teng then intertwined his fingers with hers, pulled her closer, and placed their hands on the gear stick.
"Your hands are cold, and they can balance mine. That way, there won't be any sweat. Don't move."
Once they stopped talking and their fingers were intertwined like this, a strange feeling arose.
Jian Fei felt he was being somewhat self-serving, but seeing him looking ahead with such seriousness, as if he wasn't thinking much, she felt too embarrassed to say more.
A handsome, young, and wealthy man like him, what kind of beautiful women hadn't he seen? How could he possibly have thoughts about her?
He was just genuinely trying to wipe his sweaty hands.
Upon arriving at their destination, Jian Fei learned that Ke Teng was attending an auction.
Tongcheng's industrial economy was not well-developed, but its cultural sector had achieved some accomplishments.
In the last century, there were two renowned painters who took many disciples, and over the years, their paintings and calligraphy had been produced.
With the efforts of some companies, their fame gradually grew, and many wealthy merchants and celebrities, with nothing else to do, would bid on a few pieces to collect.
Ke Teng had come for this reason.
Jian Fei linked her arm through his, signed in at the entrance, and someone came to greet Ke Teng.
It was a leader from another company participating in the investment promotion.
Ke Teng stood aside to chat with the person, while Jian Fei stood alone behind and to his left, feeling lost and out of place.
Just as she was hoping he would finish his conversation quickly and return to her side, her shoulder was suddenly patted.
She turned her head and was met with the sight of Jiang Chuan.
Their eyes met, and Jiang Chuan was also surprised.
"Is it really you? I've been looking at you since you got out of the car. I thought it looked like you, but also not quite, so I didn't dare to approach."
"You look so beautiful today."
She was wearing a black strapless dress for weight loss, with white pearls adorning the chest and back, in a simple and elegant style.
Her hair was styled in a princess cut, with a small diamond crown on her head. She wore black pointed high heels and carried a white shell handbag.
Her neck was slender, and her figure was graceful.
Just looking at her attire, anyone who didn't know her would surely mistake her for a socialite from a prominent family. No wonder Jiang Chuan didn't recognize her.
A commoner transformed into a phoenix, only to encounter an old acquaintance. Jian Fei felt extremely awkward.
"Beautiful where? I'm just accompanying someone, and they lent me these clothes. Why are you here?"
Jiang Chuan was also dressed formally.
A white shirt, a black suit, his hair meticulously combed, his features clean and sharp, he looked very young and handsome.
"I came with my father and a few uncles. Are you accompanying a leader, or...?"
This question hit the mark.
Regarding her relationship with Ke Teng...
Jian Fei didn't know how to answer and was about to imply he was her leader when Ke Teng casually drifted over.
"Who are you talking to? I called you, but you didn't respond. Ran into an old acquaintance?"
There was a distinct aura between the two males, especially with a beautiful woman caught between them.
Their brief eye contact revealed hidden meanings.
Seeing such a tall, handsome, and distinguished man, Jiang Chuan felt not only confusion but also surprise and astonishment.
Jian Fei had linked arms with him when they entered. Could it be that they...
"I'm Jian Fei's old classmate. My name is Jiang Chuan. Hello."
Old classmate?
He looked presentable, and standing next to Jian Fei, they did seem to have some connection.
He had thought Jian Fei wasn't popular, that no other man admired her besides himself. But now...
Ke Teng felt a bit displeased. He didn't shake Jiang Chuan's hand, merely nodded faintly, and looked at Jian Fei.
"Are you done talking? If so, let's go inside."
What kind of attitude was that?
Jiang Chuan was kindly offering to shake his hand, and he was left hanging like that!
Jian Fei's face flushed with embarrassment, and she wanted to apologize to Jiang Chuan, but Ke Teng unceremoniously offered her his arm.
"Link arms. Didn't I tell you to leave? Say goodbye to your classmate."
Jian Fei could only helplessly link her arm through his and said to Jiang Chuan,
"Aren't you going in too? Perhaps we could go together?"
"..."
He had made his stance so clear, didn't he understand that he didn't want her to interact too much with this man?
And she was inviting him to walk with them?
Before Jiang Chuan could reply, Ke Teng said sarcastically,
"Why are you so reluctant to part? Don't have contact information? Can't you say what you need to say privately instead of in front of me?"
Jian Fei's face grew even more embarrassed. "What are you talking about?"