"I bought a house, and he helped so much. Plus, this ti while I was staying at the hotel, he comforted every day, found a doctor to treat my injuries, and took special care of . It’s only right, considering everything, that I treat him to a al."
"This guy is always so attentive for no reason. Could he be after sothing?"
"Hey, what do I possibly have that he could be after?"
"Your looks."
Yan Xixi laughed heartily.
The Toe-picker definitely wasn’t that kind of person. Sohow, she had always believed this.
Still, that night she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Whether it was because she had left the hotel or for so other reason—it was her first night in her own ho.
Even though it was a one-bedroom house, it felt surprisingly empty. The living room was adequate. However, the twenty-square-ter bedroom and the twenty-sothing-square-ter terrace, which also served as a study, combined to feel particularly spacious. This was completely different from her usual impression of a one-bedroom apartnt.
Outside the terrace was an excellent spot, directly facing the nearly two-thousand-acre forest park beyond the periter wall. Consequently, when the windows were open, the air felt exceptionally fresh, carrying the faint, lingering fragrance of various sumr flowers.
Her phone screen lit up.
She picked it up. "Miss, you’re not going to bail on our eting tomorrow at ten a.m., are you?"
"Of course not! I rember. By the way, you still haven’t sent your photo."
"Just a mont."
Over ten minutes later, another ssage arrived, "Miss, you’d better prepare yourself."
She grimaced the mont she saw the picture. The man in the photo wore sunglasses and held a cane, making it impossible to tell who he was.
"Hey, the sunglasses I can understand, but what’s with the cane?"
"Don’t you think it’s cool?"
"I thought you were going for the blind man vibe, maybe even a limper."
"HAHA, I’m carrying the cane so it’s easier for you to spot . Think about it: people will be coming and going in the park, their faces mostly a blur. Would you really go around tapping everyone on the shoulder asking, ’Are you the Toe-picker?’ But soone wearing sunglasses and carrying a cane? That’ll definitely be . You’ll recognize in an instant, won’t you?"
Oh, right. That actually makes sense.
"But many of the blind fortune-tellers at the Qingyang Palace gate dress just like that! What if a whole row of them shows up? How would I tell you apart? Or, Toe-picker, are you saying you actually have so hidden ailnt?"
"HAHA, you’ll find out when you see tomorrow, won’t you?"
"Send a clear, full-face photo now."
"Wouldn’t that spoil all the mystery? Miss, what’s the hurry? Are you actually afraid I’m a con artist? Don’t forget, it’s a public park. If you sense sothing’s off, you can just turn around and leave, right?"
It wasn’t that she was afraid he was a con artist—in fact, for a long ti now, she had trusted him almost completely. The question was, why did she still feel so apprehensive?
This feeling of trepidation intensified, especially when she opened her closet and looked at the rows of clothes.
It was the first ti she’d ever felt the urge to put on heavy makeup and truly doll herself up, to look absolutely beautiful. As for why, she never paused to consider it.
Just looking at her current wardrobe made her anxious. The designer clothes she used to wear for show, all bought by Huang Xiaojue, had been returned. Now, all she had left were jeans, shirts, and a few dresses that weren’t particularly attractive.
Her gaze then fell upon the dresses the Toe-picker had sent. Finally, she settled on the rose-gray one.
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