Chapter 674: Ling Qingcheng Happened to Arrive!
A cockroach, it actually appeared in front of her!
He Yiyi was most afraid of cockroaches, and at this moment, she couldn't even think about why there would be a cockroach in a Chanel store.
She was so scared that her face turned pale and she instinctively tried to dodge backward.
But He Yiyi forcefully stopped herself, because she was half-wearing a valuable evening gown, and if she made a big movement, she would definitely tear it.
This set was worth over a hundred thousand yuan, more than a year's salary.
However, He Yiyi was not a flexible gorilla, and with these movements, her feet couldn't stand firm. Her body twisted in a desperate, uncoordinated attempt to both recoil from the phantom pest and protect the priceless fabric. The delicate silk whispered a protest against her frantic jerking. Her center of gravity shifted precariously. For a heart-stopping second, she teetered on the plush carpet, arms flailing, a silent scream caught in her throat.
She was about to fall backward, and just as she closed her eyes in fright, bracing for the humiliating impact with the floor, she fell into a warm embrace. It wasn't the hard, unforgiving ground she met, but a solid, steady chest. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, catching her effortlessly, holding her secure. A subtle, clean scent of sandalwood and expensive cologne filled her senses, instantly calming the storm of her panic.
He Yiyi opened her eyes and immediately saw Shen Anyu's handsome face with a concerned expression, and he said softly, "The cockroach has been dealt with by me, are you alright?"
In reality, there was no cockroach. The pristine, climate-controlled fitting room of a luxury boutique was immaculate. It was just a phantom that appeared in He Yiyi's vision, a meticulously crafted hallucination. For Shen Anyu, who possessed the transcendent skill of Six Senses Control, this was a trivial feat. He could have conjured a roaring Godzilla in front of He Yiyi if he'd so wished, complete with the earth-shaking tremors and the city-leveling atomic breath. What her eyes saw, what her ears heard, what her nose smelled, and what her heart perceived—every single sensory input was under his absolute command, vividly, terrifyingly real, without a single hint of falsity. He didn't just create an illusion; he rewrote her reality.
He Yiyi gazed at Shen Anyu blankly with her beautiful eyes, her mind still reeling from the manufactured terror and the sudden, intimate rescue. The warmth of his body seeped through the thin fabric of the gown, a stark contrast to the cold fear that had just gripped her. It was only then that she seemed to realize her current predicament: she was pressed against him, held in his arms, half-dressed in a fitting room. A furious blush surged up her delicate neck, flooding her earlobes and painting her cheeks a deep crimson.
She wailed inwardly, thinking, 'It's over, it's over! Mr. Shen saw everything! He saw me shrieking and falling like a clumsy fool... how utterly embarrassing.'
"Let the saleswoman do it," Shen Anyu's gentle voice came from beside her ear, a low murmur that sent a pleasant vibration through her. Immediately, Shen Anyu helped He Yiyi up, steadying her on her feet with a touch that lingered for only a moment before he prepared to leave the fitting room, giving her space and privacy.
Seeing Shen Anyu's retreating back, his posture calm and dignified, He Yiyi pursed her lips, a wave of relief washing over her. Then, her beautiful eyes sparkled brightly with a newfound admiration. 'Mr. Shen is such a gentleman. He didn't even laugh at me. He's not at all like that despicable scoundrel Ren Zhacheng.' The contrast was blinding. Ren Zhacheng would have used her moment of vulnerability to mock her, to press his advantage. Shen Anyu had only shown concern and respect.
What happened today felt like a wonderful and romantic encounter to He Yiyi, a scene ripped straight from the pages of a female-oriented novel. She really wanted to write it down and record it in her diary. She had a good habit of keeping a diary.
Afterwards, the saleswoman came in and, with professional discretion, helped He Yiyi put on the evening gown properly.
After He Yiyi came out, her aura was completely different. This black evening gown, which subtly exposed her shoulders and collarbone, looked pure and elegant on He Yiyi, yet also carried a hint of smoldering allure. The dark fabric made her snow-white skin appear so luminous it seemed to emit a soft, pearlescent glow under the boutique's lights.
He Yiyi shyly lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, spun around in a small, tentative circle, and, enduring her embarrassment, looked up at Shen Anyu and asked softly, "Mr. Shen, does this set fit?"
Shen Anyu nodded gently, a look of genuine satisfaction in his eyes. His gaze then drifted down, landing on He Yiyi's sparkling beautiful feet, bare on the carpet from trying on clothes. After a moment's thought, he smiled and said, "Something's still missing. Wait for me."
As his words fell, under He Yiyi's puzzled gaze, Shen Anyu left the fitting area. He moved with an easy confidence, striding to a brightly lit wall where rows of high heels were displayed like jewels. He scanned the dazzling collection for a moment before his hand settled on a pair of classic black crystal high heels, their stiletto heels wickedly sharp, their surface glittering under the lights. He also picked up a sleek package of black stockings, then returned to the fitting area.
He Yiyi gently bit her pink lips, her heart fluttering. Under Shen Anyu's steady, unreadable gaze, she obediently took the package and unwrapped the black stockings. The silk felt impossibly soft against her fingertips. She sat on the velvet chair in the fitting area and slowly, deliberately, rolled them on.
Those slender, fair, jade-like fingers gathered the sheer black fabric, then carefully guided it over her toes, her arch, her heel. The dark silk slid up her pale, smooth skin, a slow, mesmerizing ascent that encased her fair, long, beautiful legs. It was an act of profound intimacy, a quiet transformation that could be considered one of a woman's most captivating moments. Even He Yiyi, who had just started working after leaving the sheltered world of campus and still possessed a hint of youthful naivete, was breathtakingly alluring at this moment. The main reason was her innate beauty and her flawless figure, now amplified by these simple, elegant additions.
When He Yiyi stood up gracefully, slipping her feet into the crystal heels, she transformed like Cinderella into a princess. She exuded an elegant and captivating charm, and the lingering shyness on her small face was the perfect, final touch, making her beauty feel accessible and real.
Shen Anyu's eyes scanned her appreciatively, a slow, deliberate appraisal from top to bottom. He saw He Yiyi's pure and beautiful small face, which, without a trace of makeup, was as lovely as a Botticelli angel. He noted her long, fair, delicate neck and the gracefully curved line of her shoulders, her proud figure perfectly outlined by the black evening gown. Below that were a pair of stunning legs, now sheathed in sheer black stockings and elevated by seven-centimeter high heels, which gave her an obvious presence, a newfound authority in her posture.
The saleswoman standing next to her was stunned into silence. Was this still the somewhat rustic and shabby young office worker from before? This was clearly a wealthy young lady, a scion of some powerful family. Now, standing with Shen Anyu, they looked like a perfect match, no longer so jarringly ill-suited.
"Mr. Shen, is this alright?" He Yiyi looked timidly at Shen Anyu, walking in the seven-centimeter Chanel crystal high heels as if treading on dreamy marshmallows, feeling a bit lightheaded and unreal.
"Hmm, it's still missing a necklace," Shen Anyu pondered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the elegant expanse of her neck and collarbone. He smiled and said, signaling the saleswoman with a slight nod, "Bring out the best necklace in the store."
He Yiyi wanted to refuse, the sheer cost of everything already making her dizzy. But under Shen Anyu's slight, unspoken assertiveness, she could only accept it guiltily as the saleswoman returned with a velvet box, revealing a stunning, yet understated diamond pendant.
Finally, Shen Anyu had the saleswoman pack all the clothes, shoes, stockings, and the necklace that He Yiyi had tried on.
"Mr. Shen, I will return these things to you after the banquet." He Yiyi gently stroked the shimmering necklace on her delicate neck. She had caught a glimpse of its million-yuan price tag—the treasure of this store—and she was already numb.
He Yiyi felt like she was trapped in a beautiful, bewildering dream. In less than an hour, Shen Anyu had spent over two million yuan on her. The thought was staggering. She had been on tenterhooks for several months, embezzling a little over a million yuan in public funds, an act of desperation that led to her being discovered and threatened by Ren Zhacheng. And for what? What was all that struggle and fear for?
Although she deeply, desperately wanted these beautiful things, He Yiyi didn't want Shen Anyu to look down on her as a materialistic woman.
'I wonder if Mr. Shen has a girlfriend. If not... do I even have a chance?' He Yiyi secretly stole a look at Shen Anyu's handsome profile, her heart sinking with a familiar sense of inferiority. Although she was considered a goddess and a campus beauty in many people's hearts, with a long line of admirers, encountering such a top-tier man—rich, handsome, and impossibly tall—made all her confidence evaporate into thin air.
Shen Anyu paid the bill without a second glance at the total, then turned and smiled at He Yiyi, saying, "I never take back what I give away. If you don't want it, then throw it in the trash."
"Throw it in the trash? How can I!" He Yiyi was instantly startled; these things were so ridiculously expensive! The thought of them being discarded was a crime.
"Then accept them," Shen Anyu said with a disarming smile.
He Yiyi gently bit her lower lip, looking into Shen Anyu's gentle yet slightly assertive gaze. She felt her resolve melt and nodded lightly, thinking to herself, 'So Mr. Shen also has an overbearing side.' And she found, to her surprise, that she didn't dislike it at all. However, accepting so many gifts for no reason felt too inappropriate. How could she possibly repay him?
"As long as you like it," Shen Anyu said with a light chuckle, seeing the anxiety warring with desire on the anxious He Yiyi's face. The Destiny Points He Yiyi brought him were invaluable to him. Not to mention these mere clothes, jewelry, and shoes—he could buy this entire mall and still consider it a huge profit.
'Could Mr. Shen... be interested in me? Otherwise, why is he being so good to me?' He Yiyi's small face flushed red upon hearing his words, and her mind raced with wild, hopeful thoughts and fantasies.
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +1, plundering +3000 destiny value!]
[Ding! Detected Destined Heroine He Yiyi's favorability +1, plundering +3000 destiny value!]
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Just at this moment, a rhythmic sound of high heels tapping on the polished floor echoed through the store, so forceful that one could tell from the powerful, unhesitating footsteps that the person approaching must be a resolute and formidable woman.
Immediately after, a cold voice, sharp as ice, suddenly rang out:
"What a grand gesture, spending a fortune just to win a smile from a beauty!"
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