Cheng Yue liked shopping, but he never dragged it out. If something caught his eye and suited him, he bought it.
Ever since they had bought matching coats, something seemed to have clicked for him. Whatever he bought after that, he bought two of everything.
Then they passed a watch shop. Seeing Ji Huaijin about to turn inside, Cheng Yue glanced at the brand name overhead and hurriedly stopped him in alarm.
"Surely there's no need for this..."
His modest savings couldn't take that kind of abuse.
The corners of Ji Huaijin's mouth lifted where Cheng Yue couldn't see. "Didn't you just say you'd buy me whatever I wanted?"
Cheng Yue clung to his arm, refusing to budge. "You said it yourself. That was then, this is now!"
It wasn't that he was stingy. Any single watch in there could empty his wallet in an instant.
Ji Huaijin stood firm, his voice calm and gentle. "But I want one."
You want one, my ass. What if you wanted cannons and rockets? Would I have to buy those too?
"Hello, may I help you with anything?"
A sales associate who had noticed them earlier approached with a polite inquiry.
Cheng Yue gave her an embarrassed smile. "Thank you, but we're fine."
Then he turned back with an entirely different expression, glaring at the man standing ramrod straight as he scolded him under his breath. "Come on, be good. There's a candied hawthorn stall up ahead. I'll buy you some. Two skewers!"
He sounded as though he were coaxing a little child, except Ji Huaijin was a man older than he was.
"Thank you, but no. Go buy some for yourself."
With a light movement of his hand, Ji Huaijin effortlessly brushed aside Cheng Yue's desperate attempts to stop him.
Helpless, Cheng