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n“Is there something you need?” the man asked, polite yet distant.

nShen Wan pondered for a moment and nodded.

n“Speak.”

nCan you assist me in selecting two potted plants? I intend to put them on the windowsill in my bedroom.

n“Why are you requesting me to make the choice?”

nShen Wan gave a faint smile, “Mr. Ding mentioned that you have a good understanding of ornamental plants, while I’m completely clueless…”

n“So?”

n“If you could help, Big Brother, that would be wonderful!” The young lady stood surrounded by the flowers, a charming smile gracing her lips, against the backdrop of an orange radiance. .𝒎

nShen Qian paused, big brother?

nPerhaps she wasn’t as timid as he thought.

n“What colors do you like?” The man walked past her, heading toward the potted plant area.

nMr. Ding was taken aback by the sudden departure and return of the young master, casting a curious look towards the Third Lady.

nHowever, neither of them noticed.

nShen Wan followed the man’s steps and, upon hearing the question, thought for a moment. “White, green.”

n“And fragrance?”

n“No preference.”

nShen Qian stopped by a pot of cactus, pointing at it. “Green.”

nShen Wan was speechless. Wasn’t he supposed to be knowledgeable about ornamental plants? Key point: ornamental plants!

nShouldn’t it be those beautiful, vibrant, and exquisite flowers?

nAnd he actually chose a pot of cacti?!

n“You seem a bit unsatisfied with your expression.”

nShen Wan didn’t rush to deny it. Yes, she wasn’t satisfied. Is there a problem?

n“It suits you well,” the man emphasized.

n“Why?”

n“Ugly.” Yet quite resolute.

n“…”

nShen Wan became angry, turned around, and walked away, a bit frustrated.

nCapricious, yet still adorable.

nShen Qian remained in place, and a sudden smile graced his lips. Bathed in the morning sunlight, he appeared less distant and somewhat imbued with a gentle warmth.

nEven a timid rabbit like her wasn’t entirely clueless.

nUpon returning to her room, Shen Wan unleashed a mental barrage of colorful language directed at Shen Qian.

nKnock, knock—

nShe put on her slippers and got up to open the door.

n“Third Lady.” The maid stood outside.

n“What’s the matter?”

n“Uncle Ding asked me to bring this over.”

nPerfect, it was the cactus.

nShen Wan’s expression remained neutral as she stepped aside, making way. “Place it on the windowsill.”

n“Understood.”

nAfter the servant left, Shen Wan leaned on the windowsill, facing the plump, lush, green cactus.

nShe poked it with her finger. “It’s quite plump.”

nAt eight o’clock, the Shen family assembled downstairs for breakfast, consisting of seven members. Shen Ru was the only one missing, as she was still in the M country for a project.

nThis was an unspoken rule when the old master was at home.

nYang Lan’s gaze darkened momentarily at Shen Wan’s punctuality but quickly returned to normal.

n“Auntie, good morning,” the young lady greeted with a radiant smile.

n“…Good morning.” The woman felt a bit stifled.

nAfter breakfast, Shen Chunjiang and Shen Qian left for the company, Shen Yan returned to school for a full day of classes.

nYang Lan organized a mahjong game with some other women, packed thousands of dollars in cash into her purse, and departed as well.

nShen Wan returned to her room, retrieved a slightly worn canvas bag from her closet, containing her belongings: a pack of embroidery thread, several fine needles, and an additional two thousand yuan.

nShe withdrew five hundred yuan, hailed a taxi using her phone, and after getting ready, she departed.

nSupermarket.

nShen Wan stood in the shampoo aisle, her gaze fixed not on the products but on the price tags. She simply pointed at the most affordable choice.

nThe same approach was taken for sanitary napkins.

nAnd soap as well. She passed by the Dove and Tide brands and halted at a price label – a 6-pack of Old Huzhou Laundry Soap for ￥5.99.

nOkay, you’re the one.

nAs she strolled through the supermarket, she reached the underwear section. Shen Wan glanced over it, found the cheapest option, and was about to throw it into her cart when suddenly a voice intervened.

n“Miss, what you’re holding is children’s underwear.”

nShen Wan paused, withdrew her hand, and looked closely. Indeed, they were children’s underwear, and the material wasn’t great, no wonder it was so cheap.

nHowever—

nHer gaze turned to the person who had just addressed her. Well, he could be labeled as a “young fellow.”

nWith a baby face, a mushroom-like haircut, and a rather average height – likely around fifteen or sixteen years old – he exuded a mix of naivety and cuteness. Yet, beneath that appearance, his eyes carried a certain icy detachment.

n“Hi, little shorty, how did you know I picked the wrong one? What if I intentionally want to buy this?”

nThe boy with the youthful visage fixed his gaze on her, his voice unexpectedly resonant, “Don’t refer to me as ‘little shorty’.” Then, he inspected her thoroughly, his brows knitting together, “You’re quite young. Do you really have a child?”

nShen Wan shook her head, “No. But—” she changed the topic, “I can buy it for my boyfriend to wear.”

n“What?” The baby-faced boy was a bit confused.

nShen Wan leaned closer, a refreshing fragrance wafted into the boy’s nostrils, strangely not making him dislike it.

n“Kid, do you know what a weird fetish is? This is it.”

nAfter saying that, she pushed her shopping cart and made her escape.

nThe baby-faced boy stood still, a blush creeping up his fair neck and spreading to his cheeks.

nWhen he looked up again, the woman was nowhere to be seen.

nDamn it—

nHe pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. “Sixth Master, sob sob… I was teased by a woman, sob sob…”

nShen Wan was in a great mood as she pushed her shopping cart to the checkout counter.

nThe total cost for the two bags of items was only fifty yuan, which was just perfect.

nReturning to the Shen residence around lunchtime, Yang Lan was absent, Shen Chunjiang and his son were gone too, leaving only Shen Yan in the spacious living room.

n“Hold it—”

nShen Wan ignored the words and continued upstairs.

n“You wicked girl, didn’t you hear me?!” Shen Yan’s anger flared, and she walked over and grabbed her. .𝒎

nShen Wan pretended to stumble, letting go of the bags in her hand. The bags caught the other woman’s attention successfully.

nShen Yan gave a kick, and the contents spilled all over the floor.

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