"Come on, just one last trip!"
"Just two more trips and we'll be done, I'm begging you!"
Watching Shen Yi acting cute on the side, Su Qing was initially surprised. After all, seeing a strong woman act coy wasn't something you saw every day, but soon he was dumbfounded.
There was no denying it, this woman had an absolutely ridiculous amount of stuff. They'd already made two trips to the villa on the outskirts, and that was even after Shen Yi gave up some unnecessary items.
Then came the task of the two of them carrying things from downstairs to upstairs, but truth be told, it was really just Su Qing doing the lifting.
In the scorching summer, his short sleeves were already soaked through, and he gasped for air, realizing that saying someone was "tired as a dog" was not just a simple simile—it was a true depiction.
"My dear aunt Shen, how much more is there?" After lugging up another gigantic suitcase, Su Qing rubbed his back and asked.
Sweat dripped down his forehead in visible rivulets, making him look like he'd just stepped out of a pool.
"Just one last trip and we're all done!" Shen Yi said, standing in a shady spot wearing his oversized hoodie, happily licking an ice cream.
"Yeah, right, one trip after another. Are you Wubai, with three more drinks after one?" Su Qing rolled his eyes and continued, "Regardless of how many trips are left, you should be helping out, not leaving it all to me."
Two carloads of stuff, an elevator—doesn't seem like much, but moving everything from Shen Yi's suburban villa to here and then up the stairs in this weather was more than any one person could handle.
"Oh come on, help me out here! I'm just a girl, and I'm not dressed for this. What if I have a wardrobe malfunction or something?" Shen Yi said softly, doing a little twirl in her oversized hoodie.
For some reason, she couldn't help but feel how comfortable and novel it was wearing men's clothes for the first time, even though she didn't change after coming back from the villa.
White sneakers, an oversized white hoodie, plus a mature and charming face and an impressive figure—a perfect expression of innocent allure.
Even Su Qing had to admit, Aunt Shen's looks were truly striking, and this outfit made her look even younger. To someone not in the know, she might even seem like a fresh college graduate.
"Stop it, don't think I don't know you're wearing shorts underneath!"
Shen Yi: ...
"They're called leggings, okay? Leggings!" Shen Yi shouted in frustration.
If they weren't outside, she would've bickered with him over it—had he never seen leggings before?
At this, Su Qing pouted, "What leggings, whatever—we still can't see anything, so don't use it as an excuse to slack off."
"Besides, I hate the person who invented leggings the most. If I ever meet them, I'll tug their waistband down with one kick."
Like many men, he loathed them—everything looks enchanting until you realize you can't see anything. Isn't that frustrating?
"Alright, alright, one last trip, and I'll go with you!" Shen Yi stomped her feet playfully, making Su Qing relent in resignation.
"Ugh~~~ Open the door, I can't hold it anymore!" Su Qing yelled.
Shen Yi quickly opened the door, and there was a loud thud as a massive woven bag crashed into the living room.
"Is this what you call going together?" Su Qing glared at Shen Yi, wiping sweat from his face, while she only held a small plastic bag.
"Oh come on, it's all done, no complaints! I know you worked hard, here, have a drink, and I promise you'll feel comfy at home later," Shen Yi said, smiling, as she handed him a cup of water.
Su Qing accepted without hesitation, now thoroughly soaked. If he'd known, he wouldn't have taken the gig.
Gulp gulp gulp.
"Ah~~~" After finishing a cup of ice water, he felt revived, and said with a slight grievance, "You're such a big boss, why not just spend some money and hire movers for this kind of thing?"
"No way, so many of these are personal items. Can't just let strangers handle a woman's personal things. If I packed them myself, I'd be dead tired. Besides, it's not that much stuff."
Su Qing: ...
Really? Are you even listening to yourself?
"And this is not much stuff? Sure, you aren't moving it yourself, but why is it okay for me to touch all your personal things? You really don't see me as an outsider, thanks a lot!"
Su Qing retorted.
But thinking about it, it made sense. When they packed at the villa, indeed, they went into the bedroom, which housed clothes no one else should see, but still, that's no excuse. He could help pack, but they could've hired movers.
Shen Yi clearly did it on purpose.
This time, he guessed right. Seeing Su Qing drenched in sweat, Shen Yi felt satisfied—serves him right for messing with me last night!
"Alright, stop dawdling. Help me arrange these things. I'll handle the bedroom; you do the rest."
"Ugh, not again!"
"Hurry up, and I'll reward you when it's done!"
Su Qing couldn't help but roll his eyes. Yeah, right, as if he believed her. To any man who didn't know better, that'd light their inner fire, driving them to work feverishly!
But he was used to it; any reward from her would only be teasing, having nothing to do with what it sounded like.
An hour later, they finally managed to tidy up the place. Checking the time, it was already after two in the afternoon.
"Finally done—thank you so much! Go take a shower; I'll have a big reward for you in a bit," Shen Yi said, nodding in satisfaction at the now unrecognizably furnished home.
"It better not be a scare," Su Qing muttered, having not taken her seriously at all. He shook his head and went next door, took off his clothes, had a shower, and changed into fresh clothes.
When he came out, Shen Yi was already in a long dress, waiting for him in his apartment's living room. As for the hoodie, he didn't mention it, and Shen Yi pretended there was nothing amiss. Soon, they were at a high-end hair salon.
"Miss Shen! Please come in," a uniformed woman greeted them with a smile, proving Shen Yi was a regular here.
"Find a stylist for him, and make sure his hair turns out nice."
"Sure, please hold on!"
Su Qing hadn't expected Shen Yi to bring him to get a haircut, although it was a proper haircut—not anything sketchy.
Tony, the stylist, greeted him professionally before asking any preferences he might have.
For Su Qing, seeing Tony made him a bit nervous, but if it was a place Shen Yi recommended, it had to be good.
His request was simple: anything but the current mushroom cut, allowing Tony creative freedom.
For an adept stylist like Tony, this was a piece of cake. Su Qing's features and head shape were quite good, so it shouldn't turn out bad unless the stylist was downright terrible.
Before long, Tony's scissors were dancing on his head, and about an hour later, Su Qing looked at his new hairstyle with satisfaction.
Since he'd just had a cut, his hair wasn't long, only allowing minor modifications on the existing style.
A straightforward crop appeared in the mirror, giving Su Qing a tougher look, making him appear refreshingly tidy.
"Hmm... not bad. Much more pleasing now. From now on, you should get your cuts here," Shen Yi said, scanning him with satisfaction at her handiwork.
She then arranged for the owner to give him a card, allowing him to drop by anytime, linking it with her own card's account.
Exiting the salon, Su Qing was somewhat dazed, holding the card.
"What are you staring at? Get in the car! Are we having lunch or not?" Shen Yi shouted from in front of the car.
Su Qing resignedly followed and settled into the driver's seat, grinning. "Does this mean you've given me your supplementary gold card?"
"What, you don't want it? Give it back to me!" Shen Yi retorted.
Seeing this, Su Qing hurriedly shoved the card into his pocket—no joking around, he earned this, why refuse?
But he quipped back, "Fine, though it's not a bank supplementary card, I'll reluctantly accept it."
"Ha, you're not just doing what I say, are you?"
[Congratulations on your first taste of 'soft rice']
Su Qing: ...
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