HBWnovel Chapter 537 Strategic Wisdom Learned Through Bloodshed
Chapter 537 Strategic Wisdom Learned Through Bloodshed
Ye Fan didn't bother with pleasantries, his expression as nonchalant as if he were shopping for everyday items at a supermarket. He casually but firmly tapped the gleaming glass counter with his fingertips: "Hmm, according to her size..."
He slightly raised his chin and gestured to Chen Wanyu, who was still looking bewildered, beside him: "Take some of all the stocking styles you have in your store, whether they are classic logo letter styles, pure and sexy solid black stockings, or fishnet patterns with a touch of wildness... as long as the warehouse has them in stock."
"Okay! Understood! Please wait a moment!" The sales assistant's eyes lit up, as if she had heard a bugle call to charge. She turned around as swiftly as a gust of wind and rushed towards the warehouse with the joy of a bountiful harvest.
This is practically robbery! No, it's even more exciting than robbery!
This purchase amounted to three large bags and dozens of pairs of stockings, clearing out most of the seasonal stocking inventory at the Balenciaga store in Deji!
Sitting on a soft sofa, Chen Wanyu finally realized the meaning of "strategic materials"!
Her pretty face flushed bright red, like a ripe tomato, and the burning heat instantly spread from her cheeks to her ears and then to her neck!
As the person involved, how could she not know why Ye Fan bought so many stockings?
The expensive clothes that were brutally torn apart and instantly reduced to shreds last night seem to flash before my eyes again!
Shame, embarrassment, and a touch of indescribable sweetness intertwined and assaulted her senses, making her wish she could dig a hole and disappear on the spot, never to come out again!
She glared at the composed man with a mixture of shyness and reproach, inwardly screaming:
This man... looks respectable on the outside, clean and refreshing like a sunny school heartthrob, but how come he's actually filled with such fiery bad water inside!
......
When leaving Balenciaga, Chen Wanyu carried several heavy black and white shopping bags with the eye-catching logo in one hand, while her other arm held the brand-new Chanel hobo bag tightly to her chest as if protecting a precious treasure.
Her delicate face radiated the ultimate satisfaction and joy of a woman, like a flower that has been thoroughly pampered and nourished by sunshine and rain. Even the corners of her eyes and brows exuded an irrepressible sweetness.
The two did not rush to leave, but strolled leisurely for a while in the smooth, mirror-like corridors of Deji Plaza, enjoying this rare moment of undisturbed time together.
For dinner, Ye Fan booked an extremely private Black Pearl Two-Diamond restaurant nearby, which is only open to members.
The flickering candlelight dances on the meticulously crafted silver tableware, and the finest ingredients are brought to life by the master chef's skillful hands, complemented by a perfectly aged, rich and smooth red wine.
Fine wine and delicious food, coupled with the focused and gentle gaze of the man opposite her, completely soothed the last trace of fatigue and soreness deep in Chen Wanyu's body, leaving only a warm and comfortable feeling.
After the meal, the two took the elevator down to the spacious and cool underground parking garage.
The iconic roar of the Pagani Huayra's engine, like the growl of a beast, once again shattered the tranquility of the Dekiku. The dark gray phantom, like a ghost in the night, carried them back to Jiangnan Jiuxu with its powerful aura and speed, steadily and domineeringly.
As soon as she entered her home, Chen Wanyu, like a happy little bird, couldn't wait to sneak into her dream walk-in closet.
Like a miser who has just inherited a huge treasure, she carefully placed her newly purchased Chanel suit, Fendi haute couture certificate, and the hobo bag, one by one, in their most prestigious positions with almost pious joy, her heart overflowing with excitement.
As for those three heavy bags, containing dozens of Balenciaga stockings...
She stood in front of the large solid wood bedside table, her pretty face slightly flushed, hesitating for a long time.
Finally, she took a deep breath and, like a thief, neatly and categorized them, stuffed them into the top drawer of the bedside table, the one she could easily pull out.
Having experienced last night's almost frantic "battle" where clothes suffered a high "loss rate," she has finally learned her lesson and become more pragmatic.
Rather than having it roughly searched through the dressing room by some man who has transformed into a "humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex," causing secondary "damage," it's better to place it directly in the most accessible place on the "front line of the battlefield"—easy to retrieve, and also easy to... "sacrifice gloriously."
This is strategic wisdom learned through bloody lessons!
After getting ready, Chen Wanyu finally threw herself into the soft and comfortable bed that felt like a cloud.
A wave of soreness and fatigue washed over her, and she made a silent vow: she must close her eyes early tonight and get a good night's sleep! After all, tomorrow she would officially return to the crew and begin her flight duties.
Although she now possesses Ye Fan's inexhaustible wealth, with top-of-the-line luxury cars, mansions overlooking the river, and fortunes that ordinary people could never earn in several lifetimes seemingly within her reach, Chen Wanyu's mind remains exceptionally clear.
She firmly believes in one saying: a woman's sense of security ultimately comes from herself. No matter how rich or pampered the man beside her is, she must have a stable job that allows her to maintain her independence and value.
She couldn't guarantee that Ye Fan's intense, fiery affection had an expiration date, but at least the days soaring in the clouds at 30,000 feet allowed her to clearly feel the vibrancy and value of her life, making her forever "Chen Wanyu," and not just "Ye Fan's woman."
However, while ideals are lofty, reality always seems pale and fragile in Ye Fan's eyes, like a piece of paper that can be torn at the slightest touch.
Want to go to bed early here with Ye Fan?
That's simply wishful thinking, an unattainable fantasy!
Especially when those brand-new, luxuriously packaged stockings with lettering are unpacked...
Instead of becoming a "protective charm" for Chen Wanyu to safeguard her sleep, they instantly transformed into the most deadly catalyst and the most efficient accelerant, directly igniting the familiar and dangerous flames in Ye Fan's eyes, pulling his "attack speed" and "fighting will" to an extreme that was imperceptible to the naked eye and could be described as "inhuman"!
The steam in the bathroom hadn't dissipated when the "battle" in the room reignited, and the intensity far exceeded that of yesterday.
A high-end custom-made outfit costing tens of thousands of yuan, just hung in the walk-in closet?
Sorry, they were completely a waste of money!
Because Chen Wanyu didn't even have a chance to put it on, the battle started right at the entrance to the dressing room...
The next morning, as dawn broke and the city was not yet fully awake.
Chen Wanyu barely managed to get up from the large bed, which felt like a "dragon bed" and made her body ache, thanks to her strong professional willpower and the warning she had received about today's resumption of flight mission.