Duanmu Yunji, when faced with Luofeng’s question, flatly refused, "I don’t really like Rolls-Royce—they look ugly, and not at all like sothing a girl would drive."
Luofeng chuckled. "What if it was in Sakura Pink color?"
"Ah?" Duanmu Yunji was surprised.
"With Rolls-Royce, everything can be customized. Just for the paint alone, there are over thirty thousand choices. We could pick a Sakura Pink color, and with Rolls-Royce’s capabilities, they can perfectly replicate the color of cherry blossoms!" Luofeng said with a smile.
Of course, customizing the paint like that would also cost several hundred thousand more.
In fact, Luofeng didn’t know that choosing a Sakura Pink color paint would cost 820,000.
In other words, it’s not that Rolls-Royce doesn’t afford you the chance to choose; it’s your wallet that doesn’t.
Duanmu Yunji beca tempted. "Can I really choose Sakura Pink?"
In her mind, weren’t all Rolls-Royces black anyway? Typical girl! When it cos to pink, they can’t resist! Completely defenseless!
Of course, it’s the sa with n, too, but... not about liking pink cars... Forget it.
Anyway, a good man like Luofeng was rare!
"Yes, not only the body paint can be Sakura Pink color, but the interior leather can also be in Sakura Pink color. Then add a starlight headliner, and even the dashboard instrunts can be pink," Luofeng continued cheerfully.
Duanmu Yunji grew more and more tempted. "Wouldn’t that be too expensive with all the optional extras?"
Luofeng laughed. "Money is a minor issue. Since you like it, I’ll talk to Chen Dali, and we’ll go customize it together afterwards!"
"Mhm!" Duanmu Yunji leaned on Luofeng’s arm, moved, like a gentle, large cat.
She didn’t care about how expensive the Cullinan he was giving her was. What mattered to her was how well Luofeng treated her.
Judging by how readily he spent money, it must be true love, right? Suddenly, being teased by him several tis a day didn’t seem so bad after all.
"Brother Dali, it’s settled. I’m also going to reserve a Cullinan; Duanmu Yunji wants it in pink," Luofeng ssaged in the group chat.
Li Bo Kai: Damn it, Brother Feng is so generous, pink paint? That’s an extra 820,000! Plus a starlight headliner and other options, it’ll cost over 10 million to get it done!
Lin Xiaoyun: Is Brother Feng short of money?
Chen Dali: Brother Feng is short of money.
Luofeng: Am I short of money?
After leaving the mall’s parking lot, they found a coffee shop to take a break.
Duanmu Yunji ate her dessert while chatting in her besties’ group chat.
Duanmu Yunji: Let ask you guys, if a man is willing to spend a lot of money on a woman, it must be true love, right?
Ye Bing: Hold on, from the way you’re talking, does this an your Fairy-boyfriend has gone on another shopping spree for you?
Qin Rubing: Did he buy you more LV? I saw you bought a lot yesterday.
Ye Bing: So jealous!
Ye Bing: I want to know what he bought this ti.
Duanmu Yunji: Big Guy told he’s buying a Cullinan, and it’s a custom Sakura Pink color!
Ye Bing: ....
Qin Rubing: Is it a Rolls-Royce?
Duanmu Yunji: Yes.
Ye Bing: Just leave the group!
Ye Bing: I’m already dying of jealousy right here!
Qin Rubing: I just want to ask, how much does it cost?
Duanmu Yunji: Judging from his chat with his bros, it should be upwards of 10 million?
Ye Bing: My bad for asking!
Ye Bing: If this isn’t true love, what is? How could he do that for you?
Ye Bing: What kind of love potion did you give him? Got any more? Give one!
Qin Rubing: Yunji, do you think I still have a chance?
Ye Bing: I want a chance too.
Duanmu Yunji: I don’t mind, you guys go for it?
Ye Bing: Your Fairy-boyfriend is seriously sothing else. He’s a god to you, but to us, he’s like a Yin and Yang Master ssing with our heads.
Qin Rubing: Please, Sister Yun Ji, just give the potion directly.
Qin Rubing: Don’t they say if you like soone, you drug them? If you don’t even dare to do that, how can you say you like them?
Duanmu Yunji: ....
Ye Bing: I suddenly feel like there’s still hope for .
Luofeng was checking the information compiled by the investnt company.
On the Japanese stock market today, during the midday trading halt, Shiseido’s stock price had soared once again. It was now at 8,000 yen. This wasn’t its highest price, so Luofeng decided to hold off for now. Shiseido’s stock price was expected to continue to surge tomorrow.
"Yunji, what are you chatting about?" Luofeng asked as he glanced at Duanmu Yunji’s chat.
Just as Duanmu Yunji could see his chats, Luofeng could also see his leggy girlfriend’s chats with her besties. The two shared everything.
However, he happened to see the conversation about drugging soone.
"Should I be taking my ’dicine’ now?" Luofeng humd, looking at Duanmu Yunji.
"My lord, we were just kidding," Duanmu Yunji said, placing her phone on the coffee shop table. She grasped Luofeng’s arm with both hands and gently swayed it a few tis.
"Alright, alright, I know you were joking," Luofeng pinched her cheek.
Duanmu Yunji picked up her phone again as a WeChat call ca in from Qin Rubing. She quickly answered it.
"Rubing, what’s wrong?" Duanmu Yunji asked imdiately.
"HISS..." A faint, pained sound ca from the other end of the line. "Yunji, I hurt my leg. Can you co over?"
Duanmu Yunji nodded without hesitation. "Okay, I’ll be right there!"
After ending the call, Duanmu Yunji turned to Luofeng anxiously. "Rubing hurt her leg. Can we go over now?"
"Oh, okay!" Luofeng nodded.
But Luofeng was secretly puzzled. Qin Rubing hurt her leg? Doesn’t she know to ask soone from the Dance College for help? Could it be that people at this school don’t welco her? If she asked a classmate, the problem could be easily solved.
Luckily, the traffic wasn’t too bad in the afternoon. Plus, with the Rolls-Royce, other drivers were quite courteous.
In about half an hour, Luofeng and Duanmu Yunji arrived at the Dance College.
Duanmu Yunji, familiar with the campus, guided Luofeng into the school and to the parking lot. Then, she led him straight to the dance studio.
A few minutes later, they arrived at a small dance studio. Qin Rubing was sitting on the floor, her forehead beaded with sweat from the pain.
"Rubing!" Duanmu Yunji quickly jogged over. "Is it serious?"
Qin Rubing shook her head, then nodded. "It’s the old problem, a strained ligant in my left leg. But this ti, it’s a bit more serious. I can’t stand up."
Luofeng observed the dance studio.
This dance studio is too small. About ten square ters, right?
The wall opposite the entrance was covered in mirrors, convenient for dancers to watch their movents and posture. Stainless steel bars for leg stretches were mounted on the wall. One of the photos Qin Rubing had taken before was of her doing a leg stretch.
"My lord, please help," Duanmu Yunji called out, looking at Luofeng. "Let’s get Rubing to the hospital first."
Luofeng nodded, walked over, and extended his right hand, signaling Qin Rubing to take it to stand up.
"Hey, my lord, show so chivalry! Rubing’s left leg is injured. Are you planning to make her hop on one leg?" Duanmu Yunji reminded him.
Luofeng looked at Duanmu Yunji with a puzzled expression.
What the hell is this?
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