Chapter 151: Chapter 151 - 151 151 Going Shopping on the First Day of the

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Going Shopping on the First Day of the New Year Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Going Shopping on the First Day of the New Year The trees lining the mountain road of Lanwan Mountain were all adorned with various little animal-shaped lanterns. Although it was apparent they were made of cheap plastic, the sheer number of them, cluster after cluster, made for a very pretty sight.

Lanterns embellished the trees on both sides of the street while large red Chinese knots adorned the tops of the streetlamp poles; every shop along the road had couplets on display, exuding a festive and joyous atmosphere everywhere.

The Spring Festival isn’t actually much different from any other time, but the ambience of a family reunion is distinct, harboring a charm exclusive to the Spring Festival that compels countless people to travel across oceans to return home.

The three people of similar ages in the car were chatting and laughing more and more jovially. He Xing was known for not showing his emotions, but these past two days, whenever Fu Han looked at him, he was always smiling, laughing more times these two days than he had in the entirety of the past year.

If possible, Fu Han truly wished that He Xing could be this happy every day instead of the way he used to be, carrying a burden as if it weighed a thousand pounds on his shoulders.

Even when their relationship was at its most intimate, Xia Ning always felt a sense of distance from He Xing, making him hard to approach, as if his heart was hidden in a labyrinth and she couldn’t find the path leading to its center.

Now, she felt she had found that path, and although she still wasn’t quite sure how to navigate it, she believed that by feeling her way through, she could eventually find the place where He Xing’s heart resided.

The Lamborghini slowly pulled into the underground parking garage, and the three took the elevator up to shop for party dresses for Bai Wei.

Bai Wei, unfamiliar with City A and not knowing where to find beautiful gowns, was directly led by He Xing to his personal tailor’s high-end custom shop.

Three years ago, Fu Han had taken the word “clingy” to extremes, doggedly following He Xing every day, so she frequently accompanied him when he was getting clothes tailor-made. She was curious whether they were heading to the same high-end shop as before.

Following behind He Xing, Fu Han navigated the unfamiliar mall’s corridors with complex feelings; this wasn’t the route she knew. Had He Xing changed tailors in these three years?

No matter how much she lied to herself, times change and some things do indeed change, including tailors.

Thinking this, she felt a sense of loss, subtle, yet pricking her like a needle, causing her considerable discomfort.

Once they entered the tailor shop, Bai Wei was whisked away by the staff to try on dresses.

Fu Han and He Xing sat in a booth waiting for her, and a staff member brought them coffee and a fruit platter. The aroma of the coffee was rich and the fruit fresh, befitting the service of a luxury garment store.

“Open your mouth.” He Xing’s voice sounded, and before Fu Han could even process it, her mouth complied and opened.

A small slice of mango slipped past her lips, soft and chewy with a lingering fragrance, a flavor she loved. Her mood slightly improved, she spoke with a nonchalant air, “I thought we were visiting the tailor from before, but it turns out he has been replaced.”

It took He Xing a few seconds to realize what she was referring to. He smiled and casually replied, “It’s still that tailor’s shop, actually. He’s just gone abroad with his family for the Spring Festival, so you didn’t see him.”

“Oh, I see.” Fu Han’s response was measured, her expression unchanged, but her heart’s elation was beyond description.

Indeed, some things remain constant in the ever-flowing river of time, despite how much the world around them may have transformed.

He Xing, holding Fu Han’s hand, was filled with emotion: “Over the past three years, the tailor has mentioned you many times, lamenting that his business hasn’t been as good without you. He says you’re naturally suited to clothes like a hanger, and even the outfits that don’t sell would look good on you.”

“No wonder!” Enlightened, Fu Han puffed her cheeks and complained, “No wonder I thought some of the dresses looked old-fashioned, yet everyone always said they looked good on me. I was being hoodwinked.”

Three years prior, whenever He Xing attended a banquet, Fu Han was invariably present; every banquet required a different gown, a gown that could only be worn once, an unwritten rule where repeating an outfit was scoffed at.

Back then, all her gowns were specially tailored by He Xing’s tailor, and objectively speaking, each was exquisite.

But indeed, certain gowns made her feel like a delicately soulless puppet, and while some looked good on her, they clashed with her temperament.

Over the past three years, she had reflected on it and concluded that she had been too young and impatient at the time, easily provoked into anger by the likes of Xia Ning and ill-suited for those splendid garments. She hadn’t expected hidden circumstances also contributed to the inappropriateness of some dresses.

He Xing couldn’t resist pinching Fu Han’s puffed cheeks, his dimples deeply etched with a smile: “Xiaohan, don’t be angry anymore. The tailor said that as soon as you come back, he will gift you two unique gowns.”

“That’s more like it.” Amused by He Xing’s childish behavior, Fu Han pried his hand away, feigning seriousness, “Then go tell the staff to take my measurements. Get the gowns ready; you never know when they’ll be needed.”

“No need to measure,” He Xing moved closer to Fu Han. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, “I’ve already checked, your measurements haven’t changed in the past three years, the tailor remembers them.”

His breath, as he spoke, fell on Fu Han’s ear and neck, burning her cheek red. Images flitted through her mind, reminding her of her recent return to the country when He Xing had pushed her against the wall on several occasions, nearly igniting a fire.

As she embarrassingly struggled for words, the curtain of the fitting room was drawn back, and Bai Wei appeared in a pure white floor-length gown: “How do I look? Is this dress nice?”

For the first time in her life, Fu Han was genuinely glad to see Bai Wei. She quickly got up, and with feigned thoroughness, circled around Bai Wei, inspecting her. After careful consideration, she spoke sincerely, “You do look very good in this dress, but to those who don’t know any better, they might think tomorrow is your engagement party with Luo Qinghe.”

“Is it that exaggerated?” Bai Wei lifted her voluminous skirt, her beautiful face showing undisguised bewilderment, having fallen for the dress at first sight.

“Yes, it’s that exaggerated,” Fu Han nodded earnestly, “That gown could easily be mistaken for a wedding dress. Wearing it tomorrow would be inappropriate; people might think you’re trying to steal the spotlight. I’m right, aren’t I?”

As she said it, she looked back at He Xing, seeking an ally.

He Xing’s gaze upon her was intense, and as their eyes met, his deepened. “Xiaohan is right; the dress does resemble a wedding gown and seems more fitting for an engagement,” he commented.

Bai Wei conceded to their opinion with resignation, but as she took a couple of steps towards the fitting room, she suddenly stopped and told the staff, “I’ll take this one. I’ll buy it in advance to wear for my engagement, and try on the others for now.”