Chapter 13: This Could Be Considered Domestic Violence

Shen Chutang swallowed nervously, instinctively covering her eyes. After a second, a pair of fawn-like eyes peeked out between her fingers. “We’re just talking, why are you getting angry all of a sudden? I’m your wife—if you act like this, it’s domestic violence!”

Lu Beiqin’s lips twitched. By now, he no longer suspected that she was someone deliberately sent to get close to him; after all, no one would send someone so pure and foolish for such a task.

Shen Chutang glanced at him again. “Alright, I was just making a casual comment. I didn’t mean to call you a scoundrel. Hurry up and put your clothes on, let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

Lu Beiqin finally stood up, picked up the shirt, and glanced at it.

He would never have bought a shirt emblazoned with a logo like this.

But in Shen Chutang’s eyes, it had to be his first time wearing such a high-end shirt, which explained his reluctance. She thoughtfully helped him put the shirt on and even buttoned it up for him.

“Don’t worry. Since you’re with me now, I won’t let you suffer.”

A sales assistant passing by the doorway had just heard instructions from her manager that an important figure was shopping in their store, and they were to be on their absolute best behavior.

So, noticing someone had been in the fitting room for a while, she approached to see if they needed assistance. As she drew near, she overheard that last sentence and hurriedly retreated in shock!

What was going on?

Had the legendary VIP really been... kept?

Once the buttons were fastened, Lu Beiqin turned to the mirror in the fitting room to adjust his cuffs—only to be caught off guard as Shen Chutang gave his hip a decisive pat.

“Great figure. This suit looks perfect on you.”

Lu Beiqin’s expression darkened as he seized her hand. “Shen Chutang!”

Shen Chutang cursed herself inwardly, once again mixing up her playful antics with her senior brothers in childhood.

She immediately pressed her palms together. “Sorry, sorry!”

Lu Beiqin leaned in slightly, forcing Shen Chutang to take a step back.

But the fitting room was so small there was nowhere for her to escape. Watching him draw closer, she squeezed her eyes shut in fright, bracing herself for a kiss.

“Get out.”

Shen Chutang blinked in surprise, slowly opening her eyes to see a hint of amusement in Lu Beiqin’s gaze. “What, did you think I was going to kiss you?”

“Thank you, no, that’s not—goodbye!”

She rushed out of the fitting room, catching a glimpse of her reflection in a nearby mirror—her face was flushed scarlet.

The sales assistant arrived just in time, offering her an iced tea, a small fan, and a plate of sliced fruit. “Please, have a seat and rest.”

Shen Chutang nodded, amazed at the level of service in this store.

She nibbled two pieces of apple, sipped her iced tea, and fanned herself until Lu Beiqin finally emerged.

It was just an ordinary suit, but on Lu Beiqin, it was impossible to look away.

After a few appreciative glances, Shen Chutang nodded in satisfaction. “This one. And one in each of the other available colors, please.”

“One set is enough,” Lu Beiqin said coldly.

The sales assistant, catching a look at his face, immediately agreed.

Shen Chutang knew he was frugal. “Don’t feel pressured, it’s fine to buy a few more.”

“No need.”

Alright, men at times like this probably need to save face.

A man’s heart—unfathomable as the sea.

After making their purchase, Lu Beiqin immediately noticed the security presence in the mall had tripled; everyone’s attention was on this floor.

But Shen Chutang didn’t notice. “Shall I take you to eat?”

“We’re going home.”

He turned and left as soon as he spoke, and Shen Chutang had no choice but to follow. He was probably distressed about the money spent on the suit.

But there was nothing to be done—after all, Shen Chutang had money. She still had to look after Lu Beiqin’s fragile heart.

When they arrived home, Shen Chutang eagerly volunteered to cook.

“Ah!”

Lu Beiqin immediately got up and went to the kitchen. “What happened?”

Shen Chutang frowned, her face full of grievance. “I cut my hand.”

Lu Beiqin glanced at her hand, then lowered his head and took her fingertip into his mouth.

The warm sensation traveled up from her fingertip, and Shen Chutang’s face turned crimson in an instant. “You, you…”