Seeing Chen Cheng scratching his head in frustration, Isabel could not help laughing.
Chen Cheng grinned.
"Isabel, you had this planned all along, didn't you? Come on, tell me."
Isabel rolled her eyes at him.
"Miss Melinda told me you weren't the sort to forget a kindness. She said you'd want to prepare gifts for her parents. Otherwise, I wouldn't have prepared any of this for you."
Chen Cheng chuckled.
"Of course. Melinda has a good eye. Now tell me where the gifts are."
Isabel told Chen Cheng where she had stored them, then went back to preparing that evening's family reunion dinner.
Chen Cheng found the gifts, but he did not just glance at them and call it done. He spent the rest of the day learning about them. He might not become an expert, but he at least wanted to be able to talk about each one in detail.
Time flew by. That afternoon, Isabel found him and said:
"Come with me to have your measurements taken, sir. Tonight is a family gathering, and other relatives will be here besides Miss Melinda's parents. You'll need formalwear."
"Is that really necessary? I think there's still a suit in my closet. I bought it especially for an interview."
Chen Cheng had read about it in the digital diary the original owner had left behind.
"That won't do. I've seen that suit, sir. It's passable for an interview, but the fabric and workmanship aren't fit for tonight's dinner."
Chen Cheng was not thin-skinned, and Isabel was not wrong. At certain occasions, clothing and accessories were not merely a matter of showing off or looking down on others.
"Don't worry. Miss Melinda is paying."
That last sentence went straight to Chen Cheng's heart.
For his earlier experiments, he had paid out of