Chapter 116: Chapter 116 - Chapter 116: Other Gifts

Chapter 116: Other Gifts

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Cheng Yi met that gaze and almost lost her composure.

Ultimately, she left with Le Cocon and the 190,000 yuan notification. She comforted herself with the knowledge she had chosen a suitable birthday present. There was no doubt in her mind that He Ning would like the pen very much after learning Le Cocon’s story.

And then there was Yan Hanxi… Cheng Yi had just tried a delectable dish at a nearby restaurant, and she believed he would like it.

After leaving the fountain pen shop, Yan Hanxi was in a much better mood.

With one hand in his pocket, he strolled down the road and asked with a faint smile, “How’d you learn of the story?”

No one knew what was on He Jing’s mind. “Take a guess,” she said.

“I don’t think you read about it in Les Elfes’ magazine interview. Unless… Don’t tell me you managed to get your hands on inside knowledge. How’d you do it?”

He Jing’s expression changed. She met Yan Hanxi’s gaze, her eyes flickering with fright.

Yan Hanxi smirked. “I thought as much. Aren’t you rather knowledgeable, now, He Jing?”

He Jing realized that Yan Hanxi was teasing her. She frowned and rebuked him coldly, “Do you have nothing better to do?”

Yan Hanxi only knew how to tease her.

Yan Hanxi shrugged helplessly. “What do you mean? I don’t even get any pleasure from praising you! You’re so difficult…”

He Jing gnashed her teeth, not happy one bit. She had thought for a split second that he had found her out, unmasking her as a transmigrator. That’s right. She had cheated earlier.

All she had said was almost verbatim, quoted from the original novel about

‘Les Elfes.’ Cheng Yi should have said those lines, but she had usurped them.

In the original novel, the real and fake heiress met in the pen shop and fought for Le Cocon. The shop assistant also used the method they had agreed on earlier to decide ownership of the pen. The real heiress suddenly recalled the story Yan Hanxi had told her about Le Cocon, and she used that knowledge to slap the fake heiress in the face, winning Le Cocon for herself.

However, the Le Cocon Cheng Yi in the original novel was not meant to be a gift for someone else. Instead, it was supposed to be for Cheng Yi’s use.

Its sole worth was as a trophy to remember her victory over the fake heiress. A series of short story arcs centered around Le Cocon, but they were inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, merely serving as a face-slapping tool to increase her worth compared to the fake heiress.

He Jing returned to Xinhua Street with Yan Hanxi and entered a department store. It was a run-of-the-mill store with nothing special about it. The only thing worth mentioning was the relatively inexpensive goods they offered for sale.

“What are you looking for?” Yan Hanxi asked.

He Jing did not respond. She kept walking forward with her head lowered.

Yan Hanxi soon realized where they were headed. It was the sports section of the mall. He Jing stilled momentarily before picking up a basketball from the rack.

There was nothing special about it. Everything about it screamed ordinary.

Even the price tag, listing it at 168 yuan, was nothing unusual.

Yan Hanxi was a little surprised. “Is this for your Second Brother?” The basketball did not seem like a good gift.

At the very least, it was a far cry from Le Cocon’s worth at 10,000 yuan.

“That’s alright. There’s a basketball court near where we live. With this, Second Brother can practice basketball anytime he wants,” He Jing said.

Yan Hanxi did not doubt He Jing’s judgment and simply smiled. “If I knew you wanted one, I would have given you one of mine.”

He had so many basketballs that he could fill an entire warehouse.

Every basketball had the signature of a popular basketball player.

Each could be sold at sky-high prices at an auction or online.

Only he had such a capability in all of A City.

“The meaning is different,” He Jing said calmly. “Only a basketball I’ve bought myself can be his birthday present. Nothing else would suffice.”

Yan Hanxi’s interest was piqued. “My birthday is coming up soon. What are you going to give me?” he asked cheekily.

He Jing was stunned for a moment. She stared at him for a long time, then looked away. “We’ll talk about it closer to the date..”