Xie Xiaoran replied quickly, and also invited Su Weiyi to go shopping. Su Weiyi thought the New Year was coming soon, and she should prepare some gifts or new clothes.

Once a person has hopes for life, they always exude energy all over. In the past, neither Xie Xiaoran nor Su Weiyi would have taken the initiative to shop.

Girls dress up for the person they fancy, and similarly, they want to live well because of the person in their heart, subconsciously imagining bits and pieces of being together with him.

Su Weiyi paused slightly when she took out the thermos from the cabinet.

This was left from the day Sheng Yanxiao brought her soup. Su Weiyi looked at the thermos, then took a sip of the soup in her hands; if she remembered correctly, the soup Sheng Yanxiao brought that day was chicken soup with gastrodia and bamboo shoots, just like the one she made today.

But somehow it seemed different.

Thoughts sparked electrically, things she hadn’t paid attention to before connected together with a bang.

At the time, she felt the soup tasted wrong. Originally she thought it was due to Mrs. Zhang’s declining skills, but now following Mrs. Zhang’s recipe, her soup tasted nearly identical to Mrs. Zhang’s, yet it was completely different from what she drank that day, so... there’s only one conclusion: that soup wasn’t made by Mrs. Zhang.

Sheng Yanxiao lied, but why?

While filling the thermos with soup, Su Weiyi laughed to herself. Why? What other reason could there be?

She always thought he didn’t care about Lu Zhang sending her home that night, yet it turned out he was already waiting there.

Although unlike when he pinned her against the tree and kissed her back then, fundamentally, it was the same; that seemingly mature youth, childishly jealous.

A sweet sensation instantly bubbled up in Su Weiyi’s heart, a subtle sweetness reaching deep down.

She got into the car downstairs and couldn’t help sending Sheng Yanxiao a text message: "When will you be back?"

The message was sent successfully, but no one replied. Apart from the message sent that day which didn’t get a reply, generally, Sheng Yanxiao would respond, even if just a little, whenever she sent a message, but today it seemed there was none.

Su Weiyi still immersed in her little sweet discovery, didn’t mind too much.

Upon arriving at Xie Xiaoran’s studio, the two chatted for a while and then went shopping together.

It was the New Year’s season, everywhere on the street and in malls were crowded with people, typical of the rhythm where it takes five minutes to pick an item and half an hour to queue for payment.

By the time Su Weiyi and Xie Xiaoran finished buying what they wanted, the afternoon had passed.

Su Weiyi carried four bags, besides the gifts for her family and her new dress, she also bought Sheng Yanxiao a suit. She didn’t like using Mr. Sheng’s money to buy things for Sheng Yanxiao, so even though this suit cost nearly three months of her salary, it was probably the cheapest among all of Sheng Yanxiao’s suits, but Su Weiyi liked it very much.

She could even imagine what kind of aloof aura Sheng Yanxiao would have when wearing this suit.

Xie Xiaoran’s hair had grown a bit, she wanted to get it trimmed, and Su Weiyi accompanied her. Perhaps due to excellent mood or with the New Year coming up, wanting a refreshed look, she couldn’t resist the enthusiastic recommendations and for the first time felt an urge to do something about her hair.

Actually, it wasn’t much of a makeover, just trimmed the length and layers, with a little treatment at the tips.