He had slept with a few female classmates in college, and several more after he started working, but none of them counted as a first love. If there was no emotional investment, you couldn’t really call it love.
Strictly speaking, Yang Hui’s first love hadn’t even begun.
His expression suddenly turned a little odd. ’My first time is long gone, but my first love is still waiting to happen.’
After dropping Shen Meng off at the entrance to Shunyuan District, he still had to go to Yanghe Commerce in the afternoon to discuss the opening of the Zen and NLB stores with Yang Na.
Shen Meng unbuckled her seatbelt. Just as her fingertips touched the door handle, "Wait a second~" Yang Hui suddenly reached out, cupped the back of her neck, and pulled her closer—
The moment his lips pressed down, the face of the Cartier Ballon Bleu on her wrist refracted a flash of blue light. The inertia caused her silk skirt to slide up her thigh, and Yang Hui’s large hand seized the opportunity to stroke it, gradually advancing upwards to conquer new territory.
With a soft cry, she quickly struggled free and pressed both hands down on her skirt. The hem had already ridden up her thighs; if she didn’t stop him, he would soon be venturing into forbidden territory.
’What a shame,’ Yang Hui thought, but he also knew he couldn’t rush things. Shen Meng was still on the conservative side. If he hadn’t been so thick-skinned, seizing every chance to kiss or touch her, their progress definitely wouldn’t have been this fast.
"I’m heading in."
Shen Meng’s face was still flushed. Yang Hui couldn’t resist leaning over to give her another light kiss. "Go on."
He watched her enter the district, then lightly tapped the accelerator. The black Mercedes-Benz E-Class headed toward the industrial park.
Shen Meng entered the district, laden with shopping bags.
The elevator’s mirror reflected her messy hair and sparkling eyes. Her fingertips unconsciously caressed her swollen lower lip.
’So this is how wonderful love feels. Being pampered by the person you like is so blissful.’
All of this was so new and exciting for her.
In the entryway, seven or eight paper shopping bags were scattered on the floor.
"Shen Meng, how are you back so early?"
Wu Min was lounging lazily in the leather sofa, spinning a new iPhone on her fingertip. Its rose-gold frame caught the overhead light, flashing ostentatiously.
She was scrolling through her WeChat Moments when she heard a rustling from the entryway—Shen Meng walked in, carrying seven or eight shopping bags. Peeking out from the top was the crimson corner of a box for the HUAWEI Pura X Collector’s Edition.
After changing into her slippers, Shen Meng came in with the bags and said, "Yang Hui had something to do this afternoon. Why are you back so early?"
Wu Min, fiddling adoringly with her new phone, replied, "We already bought what we needed to buy. Why would I keep wandering around with him? It’s so boring."
As she spoke, she saw all the shopping bags in Shen Meng’s hands and immediately sat up straight. "Did Yang Hui buy all this for you?"
Shen Meng had originally planned to sneak the bags back to her room, but now she was caught red-handed and could only stop.
Wu Min was more thorough than a customs inspector, opening one bag after another.
"A dress from Koradior, and LANCY too... Oh my god, you won’t need to buy any clothes for the rest of the summer."
Shen Meng didn’t say a word, letting Wu Min rummage through everything as if she were on a shopping binge. ’With all these clothes,’ Shen Meng thought, ’what else would I even need to buy this summer?’
"Oh my god, and he bought so much skincare and makeup! CHANEL N°5 perfume; Dior Rouge Dior lipstick; a YSL Touche Éclat pen and The Slim lipstick."
"Shen Meng, did you ask for this stuff, or did Yang Hui buy it for you on his own?"
Shen Meng sighed helplessly. "I told him no, but he insisted. He didn’t even care if I needed any of it. He just went to the counter, asked which products were their best-sellers, and started clearing the shelves."
Wu Min was breathing heavily, her nails unconsciously digging into the sofa seams. She felt the receipt from her own shopping trip yesterday at a budget beauty store, the crumpled corner printed with "30 off 299."
"Since when did Yang Hui get so generous?"
Hearing her cousin say that, Shen Meng was displeased. "What do you mean, ’suddenly’? He’s always been generous, okay?"
Facts speak louder than words. Wu Min had no choice but to believe her. She sighed and dove back into the pile of cosmetics.
"Ugh, I shouldn’t have let Wang Hua leave so early. I should have dragged him around the mall a bit."
Wu Min stared at Shen Meng’s naturally radiant skin and thought of the pile of bottles and jars on her own dresser. She put on three layers of foundation every day, but still couldn’t cover up the dullness from her late nights. Suddenly, the iPhone in her hand felt heavy enough to strain her wrist, and even its rose-gold finish seemed to exude a cheap, pinkish tackiness.
"Shen Meng, if I remember correctly, Yang Hui is just a department manager, right? What kind of salary does he have to be shopping this crazily? I suspect he’s trying to wage a blitzkrieg, to win you over quickly. Once he has you, he’ll never be this generous again."
The more she thought about her own theory, the more she believed it. "That has to be it. You absolutely cannot let him have his way. Otherwise, he’ll stop putting in any effort for you."
Shen Meng rolled her eyes. She really couldn’t get on the same page with her cousin. "I’m not with him so he’ll buy me all this stuff."
Watching Shen Meng’s retreating back as she went to her room, Wu Min called out loudly, "Don’t listen to your big cousin, and you’ll pay the price! You can’t rely on any man, trust me on this."
Seeing that Shen Meng didn’t reply, she flopped back down, bored. Then she sent a message to Wang Hua: "Sigh, I’m out of skincare products, and my skin has been so bad lately. Shen Meng is so lucky. She hadn’t even used up her own stuff, and Yang Hui bought her a whole new pile."
She also attached the photos she had just taken.
A moment later, Wang Hua replied, "Xiaomin, darling, we’ll go buy some as soon as I get paid."
Wu Min didn’t reply. ’Broke ass,’ she cursed inwardly. ’If I have to rely on your salary, I can only go shopping once a month.’
Wang Hua was still on his way home. He glanced at the message while waiting at a red light, and his whole mood soured. After replying to Wu Min, he cursed to the heavens, "Yang Hui, you son of a bitch! Why do you have to be such an overachiever?!"
In his grief and indignation, he forgot he was waiting at a red light. He slammed on the gas, and the car shot straight through the intersection. But just as he crossed, he was stopped by a cop.
The officer knocked on the window and gave a crisp salute.
"License and registration, please."
Looking utterly baffled, Wang Hua took his documents out of the center console and handed them over.
"You’ve got some nerve. It was a red light, and there’s a whole group of us standing right here, yet you still dared to run it."
Only then did Wang Hua realize that in his fury, he had completely forgotten the straight-through light was red.
He pulled the car over to the side and followed the cop to a temporary workstation. "Running a red light. That’s a 200-yuan fine and 6 points."
Wang Hua’s face paled. "I’ll accept the fine, but I already have 8 points on my license! If you add another 6, I’ll have to go to traffic school!"
The cop sneered, glancing at him. "You brazenly ran a red light. You don’t think that’s worth a lesson? Or do you think traffic school is full of honor students who are model drivers?"
"No, that’s not it. I was just looking at my phone and didn’t react in time, so..."
"Alright—"
The cop held up a hand, cutting him off. "So you were playing on your phone while driving, too. That’s also part of the curriculum. Enjoy your advanced studies."
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