Chapter 315 - 159: How About We Get Together Tonight...

Chapter 315: Chapter 159: How About We Get Together Tonight...

Su Ran parked Sister Piaopiao’s car in the mall’s open-air lot and bought two hot drinks—one for him and Shan Weizi to share, and the other for Sister Piaopiao. Shan Weizi’s was so sweet it warmed her to her very core. Sister Piaopiao had lectured Su Ran before: "Just be good to my daughter. Of course, I’m the mother-in-law, so it’s only right and proper that you’re good to me, but you can’t be *that* good to this old gal, even giving her your coat." She was still an eighteen-year-old girl at heart; what if she fell in love with him? What then? They couldn’t have a "three-generation" mess on their hands, with the granddaughter’s generation and the grandmother’s generation fighting over a man, right?

A beauty in a Hanfu on his left and a beauty in a qipao on his right. Two different styles, two different charms. As they walked into the mall, chatting and laughing, they naturally turned many heads. Some preferred the classical, tender gaze of the Ancient Beauty, while others were drawn to the mature allure of the Beautiful and Seductive Young Lady.

Su Ran chose a jewelry store with a Chinese theme that better suited their outfits. He personally didn’t have much of an eye for rings. His philosophy was simple: beautiful hands make any ring look good.

Shan Weizi’s hands were long and fair, so every ring she tried on looked beautiful. Su Ran had intended to buy all of them—money was no object, as he was well past the point of checking price tags—but Shan Weizi stopped him. She wanted him to choose just one, the most beautiful one, as a gift for her. Su Ran naturally understood a girl’s subtle intentions. He selected a ring with a pink gemstone, took Shan Weizi’s hand, and personally slid it onto her ring finger. A shy look washed over her face, but she was ecstatic inside. Su Ran only recognized the ring finger; he had no patience for figuring out which finger you were supposed to use before marriage. Whenever he bought rings for Liu Jinyu and the others, they went straight onto the ring finger.

"It’s beautiful..." Su Ran said, holding Shan Weizi’s hand and gently stroking the back of it with his thumb. Nearby, someone was sneakily taking a photo of the Ancient Beauty. ’She’s so ethereal,’ they thought, ’I have to snap a picture for my Moments and brag about seeing an ’Immortal Sister’ today.’

Su Ran saw that the Red Dust Line connecting him and Shan Weizi had deepened in color slightly, a sign that their affection had also grown a little stronger.

"Come on, let’s go see if Mom has picked a ring yet." Shan Weizi pulled Su Ran over to another counter where Liu Piaopiao was anxiously fiddling with an 800,000-yuan purple jadeite ring that was now stuck on her finger. Her hands were different from Shan Weizi’s; while her daughter’s were long and slender, Sister Piaopiao’s hands were a little chubby. That was why it never really hurt when she gave Su Ran a couple of playful whacks. It also meant that rings often got stuck once she put them on. This particular ring, however, was far too expensive—she had only meant to try it on.

"Why take it off? It looks great on you. Let’s get this one."

"It’s eight hundred thousand!"

"Those hands of yours are only meant for expensive rings like this. Cheaper ones are smaller and would just squeeze your finger. It’s the price of a life of luxury. Don’t take it off, just wear it. I’ll go pay."

For Su Ran, the cost was irrelevant. All that mattered was that it looked good. It was a gift, after all; to him, there was truly no difference between 100,000 and 800,000.

That’s a Divine Rich for you—someone in this world who reaps without sowing. Enjoying life is their job.

Su Ran checked the Red Dust White Line connecting him to Liu Piaopiao. It was exceptionally stable—pure, flawless white, and had not deteriorated in the slightest.

With each of them having received a new ring, Shan Weizi and Liu Piaopiao were naturally in high spirits. Indeed, from ancient times to the present day, there has only ever been one way to win a woman over: buy her things.

Shan Weizi linked arms with Su Ran and asked with a beaming smile, "I told you to pick just one, and you immediately knew to put a ring on my finger. I’m noticing you’re getting better and better at understanding what a woman wants."

"Actually, all men know what women want. It just depends on their individual circumstances. If we had met a year ago and you’d asked me to pick a ring, I might have pretended not to understand, or maybe I’d have claimed none of them looked good. Back then, I didn’t have the financial means to support such gestures, so my only option was to ’not understand’ women. Now that I have money, I ’understand.’ That’s why... people often say that men turn bad once they get rich. In reality, it’s not that they’ve turned bad, but that they finally have the financial means to satisfy a woman’s needs."

’There he goes again with his philosophies,’ Shan Weizi thought. She was already used to it.

"So, you mean to say that all men know what their girlfriends want, but they subconsciously choose to ’not understand’ because of their financial situation? And the richer they get, the better they ’understand’ women, simply because their finances allow for it?"

"More or less."

"Ugh, I get sleepy whenever Little Rannan starts going on about his grand theories. It’s so boring." Liu Piaopiao was the pampered darling of Spirit Sword Mountain and a wealthy woman who was "gorgeous every day." Her education was limited, and she didn’t have their level of cultural sophistication. As soon as a topic turned exploratory like this, she lost all interest.

Her greatest interest was having carefree fun. With the age of thirty-six, the face of twenty-five, and the mindset of eighteen, her life was all about playing, and nothing but playing.

"Weizi," Su Ran whispered from behind, "your mom loves to have fun so much... how on earth did she raise you?"

"Me? She was only responsible for giving birth to me; she never actually raised me. She was only eighteen when she had me—still a kid herself, what did she know about raising a child? They even had to pay a fine for my birth. I was raised by a nanny and grew up on formula. She said breastfeeding would ruin her figure... sigh. This mother of mine is completely unqualified. She’s over thirty and still spends her days binging anime series. As long as it’s a romance anime, she’ll watch it. She’s a full-blown otaku housewife."

"I figured long ago that your mom lives in her own world."

"Tell me about it. She’s such a child. But as long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters, right?"

"Yes, you’re absolutely right. By living this way, she’s being her truest self. She doesn’t have to compromise for the sake of making a living. Waking up every day and doing exactly what she wants—isn’t that something other women would envy?"