Chapter 163: Sensitive Constitution

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Sensitive Constitution

"Huh? What are we going to do?"

Rong Anyao was a little confused.

"To buy you a couple sets of lingerie."

Jiang Fan blurted it out without thinking.

"Hey! Jiang, you’re the worst! How could you say something like that in public?"

"If you want, I can just buy some online secretly and wear them for you. What kind do you like?"

Hearing this, Jiang Fan’s brain short-circuited for a moment before he finally processed it. "What are you talking about?! Be serious! I’m being serious!"

If it weren’t for all the people around, he would have roared at her.

’Why is this girl’s mind always in the gutter?’

Jiang Fan reached out and poked her hard on the forehead.

"You were the one who said something inappropriate first."

Rong Anyao replied, feeling a little wronged.

"Quiet. Stop thinking about that nonsense. Come on, let’s go check out another store."

Jiang Fan grabbed her hand.

The two of them quickly arrived at the Fengming Group’s exclusive store.

From the store’s entrance, you could see another shop off to the right and a third to the left, both at 45-degree angles, though they were different brands.

It created an impression of a central star flanked by two others.

Anyone looking to buy this type of product would inevitably have to pass by, or at least see, these three stores.

Even if you wanted to shop around and compare, you’d likely do it within this area.

Since the store had just opened for its soft launch, there weren’t many people inside.

As soon as Jiang Fan and Rong Anyao walked in, they were warmly greeted by the staff.

"Sir, Ma’am, is there anything you’re looking for? Would you like me to make some recommendations?"

"Help me pick out a couple of sets for my girlfriend."

"Show us the best your store has to offer."

Jiang Fan waved his hand dismissively, looking just like a nouveau riche upstart.

At his words, both salesclerks’ eyes lit up.

With a big spender like him, if they sold two sets, the commission would be substantial—at least more than their daily wages!

"And what is your name, miss?"

"How about you take a look at this set from our collection?"

One of the clerks eagerly took Rong Anyao’s hand.

"My surname is Rong. This set doesn’t look that great, and I already have one like it at home."

Rong Anyao pretended to look it up and down, her tone tinged with disdain.

"In that case, Miss Rong, what do you think of this set? It’s our company’s latest release."

"It’s guaranteed to perfectly accentuate your figure. Would you like to try it on?"

"No way. You can actually try these on? Haven’t a lot of people tried them, then?"

Rong Anyao’s frown deepened.

The expressions on both clerks’ faces froze.

It felt like this customer was here to find fault, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what was wrong.

"Not at all, miss. We have a special process for cleaning and sanitizing everything."

"We ensure that every item a customer tries on is perfectly clean."

"Even cleaner than a brand-new, stored item from another brand."

As she spoke, the clerk on the right took down the lingerie set.

"I don’t want this one. Get me a different one."

Rong Anyao didn’t know what had come over her; it was as if she’d become a completely different person.

The clerk could only do as she asked and fetched another set for her.

Jiang Fan watched her, surprised. Their eyes met for a moment, and Rong Anyao gave him a mischievous wink.

In an instant, Jiang Fan understood what she was doing. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The girl thought they were here to cause trouble.

So she was being as difficult as possible.

"Let’s take that one. Bring it over and I’ll have her try it on."

Jiang Fan casually pointed to a set. The clerk quickly took it down and handed it to him.

"Where are your fitting rooms?" he asked, turning his head.

"Right this way."

The clerk led Jiang Fan and Rong Anyao to a fitting room in the corner.

The moment the clerk left, Rong Anyao threw her arms around Jiang Fan and said, seeking praise, "So? Jiang, how was I? Was I great or what?"

"Great, great, great. But we’re here to do research, not to pick a fight!"

Jiang Fan said with a hint of helplessness.

"What? We’re not here to pick a fight??"

"Pick what fight? This store may belong to a competitor, but we’re here to see their products and compare them to ours."

"Oh, I see. Then... I probably shouldn’t have given them such a hard time, huh?"

Rong Anyao looked embarrassed once she understood.

"It’s fine. Just see how these two sets compare to the one you bought before."

Jiang Fan handed her the set he was holding.

The set Rong Anyao had bought from Xuerong was their most high-end product, and the ones they were holding now were Fengming Group’s top-of-the-line, flagship products.

"A difference? I can’t really feel one."

"Whether it’s the feel or the style, they’re more or less the same."

"But this lingerie set has a strange smell to it."

Rong Anyao said with utter certainty after examining it.

"A strange smell? That’s impossible, right? I don’t smell anything."

Dubious, Jiang Fan took the product from her. He turned it over and over, sniffing it repeatedly, but couldn’t detect any scent.

"PFFT! Jiang, do you have any idea how much of a pervert you look like right now?"

Rong Anyao, standing to the side, was doubled over with laughter.

"Oh, shut up."

"I’ve been sniffing this thing forever and can’t smell anything. How did you?"

Jiang Fan scratched his head.

"Because I was born with a sensitive nose. Extremely sensitive, actually."

"For example, right now you smell like two different body washes and three different shampoos."

"The first scent is faint, probably from two days ago. The second is stronger, probably from yesterday."

"I know what the shampoo and body wash at your house smell like, and that first one is definitely not your usual brand. Jiang, you didn’t just stay out for a night—you slept at someone else’s place. And this particular shampoo and body wash... it’s the kind a girl would use."

"Besides, even after showering, you still have the faint scent of perfume on you."

"This scent is definitely not Yanzi’s, and it’s not Mu Wan’s either."

"Jiang, just how many girls do you have hanging around you?!"

Rong Anyao looked at him, frowning and a little angry.

But little did she know, Jiang Fan was completely dumbfounded.

’What the fuck? Is that some kind of superpower??’