Chapter 13 How is the Vision?

Liu Wentian, feeling helpless, said, "Big sister, you're naturally beautiful, and anything looks good on you. It's indeed quite nice. But we've been walking around for hours, and you just browse without buying. What's the point? Aren't you tired??"

He felt that accompanying a woman shopping was indeed more exhausting than fighting or healing.

Sheng Qianmei pouted and said, "Aren't you satisfied, young man? It's natural for women to shop like this. It's not easy for me to come out, and now that I finally did, you're complaining about accompanying a great beauty like me? Forget it, it's getting late. Why don't you help me pick out a set? Let's see what your taste is like."

Upon hearing this, Liu Wentian didn't refuse; he just wanted to finish shopping quickly so he could go back. He walked around the store and quickly picked out a few items of clothing.

All of them were black: black high-heels, a leather skirt, a tank top, a leather jacket, and a black military-style hat.

Liu Wentian didn't think too much; he just felt that the aloof aura of Sheng Qianmei suited black quite well, mysterious and enchanting, and noticing that the clothes were well-made, he chose them.

However, Sheng Qianmei looked at these clothes with an odd expression and said, "Liu Wentian, you're not into playing some 'Queen' role-play, are you??"

After she spoke, her face blushed slightly, and without waiting for Liu Wentian to reply, she took the clothes and went into the fitting room.

Liu Wentian watched Sheng Qianmei's retreating figure, speechless. Queen role-play, what the hell? People who've been abroad really know how to play.

He hadn't really thought about that. But if she thought so, why did she still go try them on? Could it be she was willing to give herself a Queen seduction?

Though slightly puzzled, he was somewhat looking forward to seeing what the results would be like once the tall and sexy Sheng Qianmei dressed up in these clothes.

As Liu Wentian pondered, a surprised and mocking voice rang in his ear.

"Liu Wentian, what are you doing here??"

Turning around, Liu Wentian saw someone he didn't really want to see.

Fan Jing, an employee at the dazzling modeling agency, Liu Wentian's former colleague. She was fairly pretty and had a decent figure.

The reason Liu Wentian didn't want to see her was that he quite disliked her in his heart.

This person joined the company after Liu Wenmei, starting as a fresh graduate intern. Not knowing much, Liu Wentian had helped her a lot, and thus she became quite close to him.

Liu Wentian hadn't thought much of it, while many in the company whispered that the two of them were in a relationship. It was untrue, and Liu Wentian didn't care.

But later, after she became official, she started dating a rich second-generation and began to act high and mighty. Eventually, she publically declared that she would never be with someone like Liu Wentian, who hadn't even been to college, and that they were an impossible match.

Liu Wentian hadn't really thought much of her, but reflecting upon her pitiful intern days compared to her later arrogant demeanor really chilled his heart.

When Fan Jing saw Liu Wentian, she showed no sign of embarrassment. Dragging the man beside her over, she said, "Dear, this is Liu Wentian, my former colleague."

Liu Wentian saw that this man was also not the rich second-generation from before; obviously, she had switched partners again. But that was none of his business, and he couldn't care less to engage.

The man, who looked about 30, sized up Liu Wentian after hearing Fan Jing and snorted a "hmm" from his nose, as if Liu Wentian wasn't worth his breath to say a word.

To himself, Liu Wentian thought, judging by appearances, as expected, birds of a feather flock together.

Fan Jing spoke again, saying, "Liu Wentian, haven't seen you coming to work these past few days, haven't you been fired??"

Her words seemed caring, but her tone was filled with contempt, "Even though the salary for that job isn't much, but since you haven't even been to college, what can you do once you're out? Tough, perhaps go to the construction site to move bricks, huh? With your skinny arms and legs, I bet even they wouldn't want you."

Liu Wentian replied indifferently, "What I do is none of your business. Just take care of yourself."

"You..."

Fan Jing, with a look of someone being challenged by an inferior, coldly snorted and said, "Liu Wentian, don't be so ungrateful. People like you could at most be a construction worker. Do you really think you're a white-collar worker just because you sneaked into the company? What gives you the right to be so arrogant! Do you have any idea how much my beloved earns in a month? He earns more in a month than you in a year!!"

"Enough. Why waste words with this kind of person? Just look at what he's wearing; it probably cost 23 yuan from online. Arguing with this kind of person will only show that our own class is low," the man by her side said with an impatient look.

"Understood, my dear."

Fan Jing displayed a docile demeanor, which made Liu Wentian feel a wave of disgust.

Fan Jing glanced at Liu Wentian with contempt and turned to the man, saying, "It's just that when I first joined the company, I talked to him a few times, and he actually thought I liked him. He kept finding reasons to talk to me without any business; truly shameless! Doesn't he see what he looks like!!"

Her man looked at Liu Wentian with disdain and lectured in a patronizing tone, "Young man, you should know your place. Don't just fall for someone attractive and try to hit on them! This society values ability; you don't have it, so don't entertain foolish ideas, or else you'll only be laughing stock!!"

Liu Wentian laughed heartily and said, "I think you're mistaken. I've never had such thoughts about this type of woman! Even if she stripped naked and climbed onto my bed, she'd only get kicked off by me, not wanting her to take up space on the bed. A woman who sleeps with anyone for money, I might not be squeamish, but I still find it dirty."

Fan Jing reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, angrily saying, "You're talking nonsense! Who's dirty? Who the hell do you think you are? Me climbing onto your bed? You, a poor wretch? Let me tell you, all your life you'll only be able to find someone ugly and unwanted to settle down with! Someone of my caliber, you could never reach in your entire life, you loser!!"

Having said that, she laughed with derision, as if certain that Liu Wentian was fated to end up with the so-called ugly freak.

A cool and enchanting voice spoke, "Oh?? This is the first time someone has said that I'm an unwanted ugly freak. Quite rare indeed."

Upon hearing this, Fan Jing was momentarily stunned, then realized that Liu Wentian's girlfriend had arrived.

This guy actually has a girlfriend? But it's clear what kind of girlfriend he could find—probably short, dark, fat, and lacking in elegance. To put it simply, a female loser!

She turned around, ready to start mocking, but upon clearly seeing the other person's appearance, she found herself suddenly unable to speak, as if her throat had been blocked.

The arrogant man by her side was also stunned.

It wasn't just them. Including Liu Wentian, everyone inside the shop was utterly dazzled.

Sheng Qianmei wore the clothes Liu Wentian had picked out for her. She was already about 175 cm tall, and in high heels, she was even taller than Liu Wentian. Standing among other women, she was certainly a crane among chickens.

Wearing a simple black leather skirt, jacket, and cap, with her dazzling blond hair, deep black eyes, and her cool and ethereal aura, she was like a beautiful and icy queen, evoking a feeling in people that made them want to submit at her feet.

Liu Wentian finally understood why some men liked to play with the queen trope. But queens like Sheng Qianmei, of such caliber, are not something ordinary people could even meet once in their lifetime, which was evident from the ogling faces of the men in the shop.

Sheng Qianmei walked up to Liu Wentian, twirled around with her golden hair fluttering, and with a light smile, asked, "Dear, do I look good?"