Chapter 12: So You're Planning to Keep Me?

Shen Chutang was taken aback—heaven knows, when had she ever laid a hand on him or acted intimately? Yet, seeing Lu Beiqin's stern expression, she felt a flicker of uncertainty. She had plenty of senior brothers, and during her days on the mountain, they took good care of her. They’d bring her along to feast, climb trees for fruit, fish for shrimp in the river, and make a ruckus together that sent chickens and dogs flying. She’d never paid much attention to such matters. Who would have thought that this reserved man was actually rather shy?

Shen Chutang cleared her throat. “Well, I’ll restrain myself.”

Lu Beiqin said nothing, simply ushered her into the car.

“Your outfit today looks quite upscale,” Shen Chutang ventured, trying to ease the awkwardness.

Lu Beiqin turned the wheel. “Recently, I’ve been working as a chauffeur for some wealthy clients. They provided the clothes.”

Shen Chutang didn’t doubt it. After all, a private driver couldn’t dress too casually. As they passed a shopping mall, she called for him to stop.

Lu Beiqin glanced at her. Shen Chutang arched her eyebrow toward the mall. “Come on, let’s go shopping.”

He hadn’t expected her to take him straight to buy clothes. As soon as they stepped inside, the manager spotted them, and within two minutes, the mall director and the manager, followed by a crowd of staff, were hurrying toward Lu Beiqin.

Passersby, unused to such a display, watched with curiosity.

Lu Beiqin shot the director a sidelong glance and frowned slightly; the group immediately halted.

Shen Chutang noticed the crowd as well and asked curiously, “What are they doing?”

Lu Beiqin strode forward calmly. “I’ve driven for them before.”

Shen Chutang nodded at the group in greeting. “Looks like you have plenty of returning clients—they seem to be here just for you.”

“Mm.”

Mall director and manager: “…”

What did they just hear? The entire building belonged to Lu Beiqin, and seeing the big boss arrive, of course they’d come out in person to welcome him. But was this… some rich person’s game?

Seeing that Lu Beiqin didn’t want them to approach, the crowd quickly dispersed, unwilling to disturb them further.

Shen Chutang led him to a high-end menswear boutique, picked out a shirt and suit, and held them up to his frame. “This one looks good. Go try it on.”

Lu Beiqin’s lips curved with a hint of amusement. It was the first time a woman had ever bought him clothes.

“So, are you planning to keep me?”

“Please treat our relationship with seriousness. We’re married now—buying things for you is perfectly proper,” Shen Chutang replied, pushing him toward the fitting room, her cheeks tinged with red.

Clearly, Lu Beiqin was experienced; his words nearly left her speechless.

Standing outside the fitting room, she called in, “Let me remind you—those slick lines you’ve picked up in society, don’t use them on your passengers. Otherwise, they might accuse you of harassment. Got it?”

Suddenly, the fitting room door swung open, and Shen Chutang was pulled inside by a forceful hand.

In the cramped space, Lu Beiqin stood bare-chested, his arms braced on either side of her, towering above her.

His physique was undeniably striking—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, the spread of his shoulder blades behind him radiating an aggressive, masculine energy.

Lu Beiqin, perhaps amused by her words, smiled with a hint of mischief. “Harassment?”