allendalepharm Chapter 221 Sweet talk is the least valuable thing.
Chapter 221 Sweet talk is the least valuable thing.
Looking at his innocent, boyish appearance, Xiao Lan couldn't help but want to laugh.
She didn't hesitate and readily accepted the red silk bag.
It felt heavy in my hand. I opened the silk cloth and found an exquisite tin box inside.
The box had several foreign words printed on it, along with a picture of a stylish foreign woman.
Although Xiao Lan didn't know any foreign languages, she had a broad perspective from her experience on the streets.
This is genuine imported face cream!
This stuff is impossible to buy at the county supply and marketing cooperative. Even if you have money, you have to pull strings to get a box from the Friendship Store in the provincial capital.
This kid is really willing to spend a lot of money.
Xiao Lan opened the lid, and a rich yet not pungent floral fragrance wafted out.
The cream is snow-white and delicate, and looks very high-end.
"This thing isn't cheap, is it?" Xiao Lan raised an eyebrow and looked at Gao Jun.
Gao Jun scratched his head and grinned sheepishly: "It's not much money, as long as you like it, sister-in-law. You're out there setting up your stall in the wind and sun every day, you need to take good care of your face."
As he spoke, he pulled a silk scarf from his pocket as if by magic.
The scarf was bright red, made of smooth material, and printed with golden peonies that shimmered in the moonlight.
"And this! It's all the rage in Shanghai right now; all the movie stars wear it around their necks. I thought to myself, 'Sister-in-law, you're even prettier than those movie stars, you'd definitely look good in it!'"
Gao Jun's words were straightforward and passionate, without any beating around the bush.
Xiao Lan held the silky red handkerchief, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
She was a widow who had grown accustomed to gossip and the lewd looks men gave her over the years.
It's rare to see a man like Gao Jun who treats her like a treasure, showering her with money and showing her so much respect.
"Old Gao, I appreciate your kind offer. But this is too valuable; I can't just take it for free."
Xiao Lan closed the face cream and handed it back along with the silk scarf.
Although she loves money, she has her own principles.
If you accept a generous gift from a man, you incur a debt of affection.
Gao Jun panicked and refused to take it, putting his hands behind his back.
"Sister-in-law! You're being too polite! What I, Gao Jun, give away, how could I possibly take it back?"
He was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet, and the veins on his neck were bulging.
"If you don't like it, just throw it away! This thing was bought for you anyway; nobody else deserves to use it!"
Seeing Gao Jun's stubbornness, Xiao Lan burst out laughing.
Her smile was like a spring breeze brushing across the ice, instantly making her vibrant and radiant.
Gao Jun was stunned, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
"Okay, then I'll accept it."
Xiao Lan put the things back in her pocket. "But I won't take them for nothing. From now on, bring me your dirty clothes and torn socks and I'll wash them for you. Consider it payment for the things you bought."
Upon hearing this, Gao Jun was so happy he almost jumped for joy.
"Okay! Thank you, sister-in-law! I'll bring all the clothes over to you tomorrow!" Gao Jun grinned like a fool.
Xiao Lan rolled her eyes at him, turned around and walked towards her room. "Go back and rest early. You must be tired after driving for several days."
"Hey!" Gao Jun stood in the dark courtyard, still clutching the half-empty canvas bag in his hand.
He watched as the light in Xiao Lan's room came on, casting a slender silhouette through the window paper, and he felt incredibly happy.
Xiao Lan cares about him!
She not only accepted his face cream and silk scarf, but also promised to do his laundry!
What does this mean?
This means that after enduring so much in front of the pretty widow, he has finally made it!
These days, if a woman is willing to wash a bachelor's smelly, dirty clothes, it means she considers him family.
Gao Jun was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together, wishing he could rush back to the dormitory right now, dig out all the smelly socks he had saved up for half a month, and bring them to Xiao Lan first thing tomorrow morning.
He chuckled foolishly twice, then turned around contentedly and walked lightly out of the courtyard.
Xiao Lan went back inside and leaned against the door, listening to Gao Jun's heavy footsteps fade into the distance. She couldn't help but smile.
She walked to the mirror in front of the washbasin, opened the box of face cream she had brought back from Shanghai, and took a tiny bit to spread on the back of her hand.
It smells so good, like a sophisticated and alluring magnolia fragrance, so much better than the cheap clam oil sold in the supply and marketing cooperative.
"That big oaf is quite willing to spend money." Xiao Lan sighed as she looked at her beautiful face in the mirror.
For men, sweet talk is worthless; what matters is the sincerity shown through hard-earned money.
However, Xiao Lan wasn't the kind of naive girl who could be fooled by a box of face cream. There was a long way to go, and she would have to wait and see who was a person or a ghost.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the paper windows.
Just as Li Xianglian was about to get up, a sharp pain shot through her elbow.
She gasped, rolled up her sleeve, and saw that the spot where she had bumped into the brick wall last night had swelled up into a large purple bump, with scabs forming on the broken skin—a shocking sight.
She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and finished washing up. Just as she picked up the scissors to cut the fabric, the courtyard gate was pushed open.
Xiao Lan strode in, carrying two steaming bowls of shredded pork noodles.
Upon seeing Li Xianglian's arm, Xiao Lan's face immediately darkened.
"My goodness, your hands are swollen like pig's trotters, and you're still thinking about working?"
Xiao Lan slammed the noodles down on the table, snatched the scissors from Li Xianglian's hand, and said, "You're not going anywhere today. You're staying home and behaving yourself!"
Li Xianglian panicked and quickly stood up: "Sister Lan, that won't do! Business at the department store is just starting to pick up. If we don't go every day, we'll lose a lot of money. My injuries are just minor, it's nothing. I'll go with you."
"Where are you going!"
Xiao Lan put her hands on her hips, glared at me, and said, "Is money more important than life? Don't forget, your Qin Rushan is a fiercely protective and ruthless man. If he comes back from his long-distance trip and sees your arms covered in bruises, and I dragged you out in public, he'll be furious and tear this whole place apart! I can't afford to mess with that devil!"
Li Xianglian blushed at the words and muttered softly, "He's not that unreasonable..."
"Don't give me that! Is it unreasonable for a man to protect his wife?"
Xiao Lan rolled her eyes at her, her tone softening as she pulled her to sit down. "Listen to me, Gao Jun, that big oaf, is off today, and he insisted on coming with me as my bodyguard. With him around, it's safer than having a big wolfhound. You just stay home and recover from your injury, and sew up the leftover fabric from yesterday. Leave the things outside to me."
Li Xianglian thought about Gao Jun's physique and realized that he could indeed hold his own, so she nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, in the interrogation room of the county public security bureau, the atmosphere was so cold it felt like ice.