After parting ways with Ji Huaijin, Cheng Yue took a reluctant Fang Lele straight to the mall and switched on his forced-love mode.
Which went something like this.
Fang Lele refused with all his might. "Bro, seriously, I'm not buying it!"
Cheng Yue turned a deaf ear. "If I say you want it, you want it. Could you get a size that fits him, please?"
After some back-and-forth, the item was wrapped up anyway. When it came time to pay, another spectacular tug-of-war began.
Fang Lele scrambled to pay, only for Cheng Yue to confiscate his instrument of crime with a swift move.
"Quit fussing. Everyone's watching. We're guys from Northern China. When we're out and about, we've got to be generous."
Fang Lele said, "...But my mom also said I shouldn't take advantage of other people."
Cheng Yue wasn't happy to hear that. "Say that again. Am I 'other people'?"
"..."
He knew exactly how to handle people. After that, Fang Lele offered no resistance whatsoever. Whatever Cheng Yue told him to try, he tried; whatever he told him to buy, he bought.
Still, whenever they paid, he would sneak a glance at the price and commit it to memory.
Cheng Yue had been around for years. How could he miss that little scheme? "Don't even think about transferring me the money later. Whatever you send, I'll spend twice that on you. Let's see how much you've got!"
What a "diabolical" tactic.
Fang Lele wanted to cry, but had no tears. "Bro, you've changed."
Without even looking up, Cheng Yue removed the tags, leaving him no way out. "Yeah, I know. I've come to love you even more, right?"
When it came to sheer shamelessness, Fang Lele would never catch up to him in this lifetime.
"All right, stop