Not long after posting in my friend circle, I immediately received a call from Shen Que.

"Are you getting married?"

I stuttered, "Not decided yet."

"I'm back in the country."

"I didn't hear about it. When did you come back?"

"Soon, I'll send you the flight information in a while. Remember to pick me up."

What? Are we that close? If I remember correctly, we haven't been in touch for several years.

Originally, I wasn't planning to pick him up, but considering we grew up together since childhood, I didn't want to be so heartless, so I went.

Before going to pick him up at the airport, I went to the barbershop again. I met Miaomiao there, and we got to know each other when I had a fracture. At that time, it wasn't convenient for me to wash my hair, so I asked a female hairdresser to help me. I unexpectedly found out that she was skilled in hairdressing, makeup, and styling.

Miaomiao was a bit curious, "Are you going to outshine everyone again this time?"

I replied confidently, "I'll bring out all the beauty I have."

I wanted to use my beauty to outshine Shen Que, who had traveled a long way, and make him feel ashamed.

Looking at Miaomiao bustling around in the makeup mirror, her hearing aid sometimes visible, she didn't like interacting with too many people due to her hearing impairment, choosing to nestle in a corner of this small shop.

After she finished, she clenched her fist to cheer me on, "With such beauty, you will definitely be satisfied."

When I confidently picked up Shen Que at the airport, he was pushing a suitcase, tall with long legs, delicate features, so handsome that he didn't care about the people around him, making everyone else look like radishes.

I was taken aback. Miaomiao, this time it won't be easy; I've encountered a tough opponent.

Waving and calling out "Shen Que," he turned his gaze, walked up to me, slightly bent over, looked into my eyes, and said, "Fu Ling, long time no see."

Once we were in the car, I belatedly realized that the scene just now seemed like the opening of a drama.

Before we could exchange pleasantries, he casually asked, "Why aren't you wearing your diamond ring when you go out?"

"Afraid of losing it."

That was the truth. Wearing fake jewelry is embarrassing.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, "It's not a big diamond, you don't need to treasure it that much. I asked your sister; your boyfriend is unreliable, you broke up."

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, "If you listen to my sister so much, do you want to be my brother-in-law?"

He looked a bit annoyed, "You know that's not what I mean."

Then what do you mean? Always speaking in riddles, are you a reincarnation of a riddle? Making others guess every day.

There was silence in the car. I pretended to focus on driving, but his gaze occasionally swept over me, making me uneasy.

After a while, he asked, "Were you secretly cursing me in your heart just now?"

My mouth was quicker than my brain, "Yes, but I cursed so dirty that I got banned, so you didn't hear it."

Upon hearing this, he actually laughed. His smile was truly charming.

He was about to say something when my phone rang.

It was Li Pang calling. I gestured for Shen Que to wait and answered Li Pang's call via Bluetooth.

"Is the Armani I sent you, do you like the clothes?"

"Not expensive, not expensive, it only cost a few tens of thousands in total."

"The texture isn't great? The brand name is misspelled? Is the store ripping you off? It can't be fake, right?"

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. It was a pity that I couldn't see Lin Pang's wonderful expression when picking up Shen Que today.

If I weren't driving, I would have immediately given the store a five-star review: "Faking with style, faking with skill."

Remembering there was a Shen Que beside me, I asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

He evaded the question, "It's nothing. But you bought him clothes, and he still complained? I still have the comic books you gave me back then."

I retorted directly, "Your family is wealthy, with plenty of space for comic books, but you don't read them. You might as well give them back to me."

He fell silent, using his silence to reject my reasonable request.

We parted ways at the hotel without much conversation. Before leaving, he said, "I'm not familiar with B City. If you have time, show me around."

This time we parted on somewhat unfriendly terms. Will there be a next time?

"I'm not familiar either, find someone else."

Faced with such a straightforward rejection, he didn't seem upset, just shook his head, "In that case, I brought back a few sets of rare manga from Japan. I'll have to reconsider who to give them to."

Before my brain could react, my body had already taken action, grabbing his suitcase, "Come on, you must be tired. I'll take you up, where do you want to go tomorrow? I know B City very well, so you can't go wrong with me for food and fun!"

I swear he seduced me first! I just made a mistake that any comic book artist in the world would make.