Pei Kexin was wearing a hip-hugging skirt today, and Jiang Nanfang noticed that she was quite uncomfortable moving around. She silently wished she could buy her some clothes but was afraid she would be too embarrassed to accept.
After dinner, with nothing else to do, she decided to find a way to drag her to the mall.
"I haven't been shopping in ages, and I had no one to go with. Now that I have you, and I have to meet a client, let's go out early and browse the mall first. Then we can go meet the client. Will you accompany me?"
Pei Kexin couldn't possibly refuse someone so kind and who thought so highly of her.
"Of course, I can. I'm free anyway."
"Great, Xiao Wu will drive us, and the three of us will go together."
And so, Jiang Nanfang heartlessly abandoned Zhan Beijue and took her son and daughter-in-law to a well-known department store.
The trio headed straight for the women's clothing section. Jiang Nanfang browsed in a branded store and picked out a black dress with a high slit.
She could imagine how stunning Pei Kexin would look in it and made an excuse.
"I'm not comfortable trying it on myself. Could you try it for me?"
They were roughly the same size, and Pei Kexin knew Jiang Nanfang had a client to meet, so trying on clothes would be inconvenient. With the intention of helping her try on the outfit, she went into the fitting room.
When she came out, the effect was indeed very good.
The slightly low neckline accentuated her figure, making her look curvaceous.
The high slit made her legs appear exceptionally long, and the black color also made her skin appear two shades fairer. She looked gentle, elegant, and sophisticated, as if the dress was tailor-made for her.
Not only Jiang Nanfang admired her, but Xiao Wu was also surprised.
Although they had slept together, it was always in the dark, and he hadn't realized Pei Kexin was so well-endowed.
Men are like that; they like to look at beautiful things, especially beautiful women.
Sensing Zhan Jingchen's gaze fixed on her, Pei Kexin felt extremely awkward.
"What do you think, Ms. Jiang? Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful, and it suits you perfectly. I'm not as shapely as you, and I'm older, so I definitely won't look as good as you. Why don't I pick out another one? You can keep this one."
"Ah?" Pei Kexin felt even more embarrassed.
"How could that be? You have such a great figure, and you're young. You'll definitely look better in it than I would."
"It's just a dress, don't be so polite with me. Keep it."
Jiang Nanfang casually picked out another dress for herself and paid. Seeing Pei Kexin's hesitation, she coaxed her.
"You helped me translate during our first meeting, so I have to give you something, or I'll feel bad. Let's consider this as settling our debts. Keep it. After all, it's something I gave you, so we both look good, right?"
The three of them wandered around the mall for a while longer. When it was almost time, they went to a coffee shop.
The client was a Frenchman in his early thirties, tall, handsome, and with striking features. He was interested in a new perfume that Jiang Nanfang had formulated and wanted to buy the copyright. He brought a contract and a lawyer.
It was Pei Kexin's first time using French in a professional setting, but fortunately, her foundation was solid, and she managed to translate everything, albeit with some stumbles.
The overall conversation was pleasant. Jiang Nanfang wasn't demanding about money; she was happy that someone appreciated and understood her designs.
Therefore, the copyright was happily finalized.
After signing the contract, Jiang Nanfang prepared to leave. The Frenchman suddenly called out to Pei Kexin, looking a bit embarrassed.
The two of them conversed in French, which the others couldn't understand, and both took out their phones.
It turned out the Frenchman was interested in Pei Kexin and wanted her contact information.
Pei Kexin found it difficult to refuse and could only give him her number on the spot.
She thought to herself that she could just avoid talking to him properly later; she had no intention of pursuing an international romance.
Zhan Jingchen didn't know what she was thinking. From the moment they sat down, he noticed that the Frenchman seemed to have intentions towards her. Not only did his eyes sparkle with a different light when he spoke to her, but he also kept glancing at her chest.
It was clear he was smitten.
Although he and Pei Kexin had no relationship now, they had been married for a while, and he had given her his first time.
Was it a bit too much for her to exchange glances with another man right under his nose and even exchange contact information?
After they had exchanged contact details, the Frenchman lingered, inching his chair closer and closer until he was almost touching Pei Kexin.
Seeing the attractive pair chatting and laughing, Zhan Jingchen felt a surge of anger. He quietly beckoned a waiter.
When the waiter approached, he said, "The air conditioning is a bit low, and I'm cold. Could you get me a blanket?"
The waiter quickly brought him a blanket. Zhan Jingchen took it and, without a word, walked behind Pei Kexin and draped the blanket over her shoulders.
As if afraid it wouldn't cover her adequately, he tucked the front of it around her neck.
Jiang Nanfang was talking to the lawyer, and Pei Kexin was chatting with the Frenchman.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth as a blanket was placed on her.
Zhan Jingchen not only wrapped it around her but also covered her completely. What was this all about?
She looked up and met Zhan Jingchen's gaze. He made no effort to hide his displeasure.
"What are you looking at? You're exposed. His eyes are practically drilling into your clothes. Don't you feel it?"
Jiang Nanfang and the lawyer were right there, and he was saying this? Pei Kexin almost choked.
The Frenchman also sensed something was amiss and quickly asked her what was wrong.
Of course, she couldn't say someone was jealous. Pei Kexin smiled and covered her nose.
"I've caught a bit of a cold these past couple of days and I'm sensitive to the cold. My brother is worried about me, so he lent me a blanket."
"Oh, I see. Your brother is very thoughtful."
Seeing that the Frenchman could still smile after her explanation, Zhan Jingchen knew Pei Kexin hadn't said anything particularly good about him, which made him even more displeased.
Jiang Nanfang observed their interaction and felt a bit pleased.
She hadn't noticed Xiao Wu's interest in Pei Kexin during dinner at home, but now it seemed Xiao Wu had truly grown up. He wouldn't get close to a woman for no reason; he clearly had someone in his heart!
Good taste, he's teachable!
The two parties finally parted ways. Back in the car, Pei Kexin couldn't say anything with Jiang Nanfang present.
She endured it all the way, first dropping Jiang Nanfang home, then Zhan Jingchen drove her to Fu Duoduo's place. Finally, she could settle the score with him.
Pei Kexin glared at him from the passenger seat. "What was that all about? There were so many people there, you made me incredibly awkward, you know?"
Zhan Jingchen sneered. "You know awkward? Your dress was so low-cut, you didn't even realize you were exposed. I thought you were enjoying being looked at."
What kind of talk was that?
Pei Kexin was so angry she wanted to throw her bag at him.
"Your mother insisted on giving me the dress, and she picked out the style. What do you mean by that?"
"What? So my mother's gift isn't good enough, and you don't like it? You're wearing it reluctantly?"
Pei Kexin stared at his detestable face for a moment before turning her head away.
"Zhan Jingchen, I'll just assume your Chinese grades are poor and you can't understand reading comprehension or human language. I won't argue with you. But please, don't tell me you were jealous."