He picked out another outfit for her, saying, "Wrap up these two sets, take this, and take her to get washed, have some makeup done, and get her hair styled."
Jian Fei was like a child as two sales assistants led her into a VIP room, while Ke Teng sat in the lounge area playing on his phone.
A little over an hour later, she emerged, dressed in new clothes, with exquisite makeup and a beautiful hairstyle.
Ke Teng finally understood why women wore makeup.
Once those various colors were applied to her face, it truly did make her look better, shimmering and more attractive than without any.
Her lashes were brushed like dense fans, her eyelids sparkled with eyeshadow, and her lips were as red as cherries.
Combined with the fact that she was wearing this type of clothing for the first time, Jian Fei felt a little unaccustomed and shy. The entire impression was encapsulated by one idiom.
She was a feast for the eyes.
Ke Teng considered himself to not have any romantic thoughts about her usually, but seeing her like this, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
He longed to taste her lips.
However, he only dared to think it in his heart; he would never say it out loud.
Jian Fei was a blank slate in this regard, and he was afraid of scaring her.
Back in the car, as Ke Teng drove, he couldn't help but steal glances at her.
Her delicate shoulders, slender arms, and fair fingers... as a man, he couldn't resist the urge to touch them.
"Um, for some reason my palms are sweating a lot today, could you wipe them for me?"
He held out his hand in front of Jian Fei.
Jian Fei, believing him, took a tissue and grabbed his hand.
"There's no sweat. The weather's been quite cold lately, and your hands are clearly dry."
"Is that so? Why do I feel sweaty? Just wipe them for me anyway."
Jian Fei carefully wiped his hand, even between his fingers, and took the opportunity to examine them.
She couldn't help but exclaim.
"You really are a pampered young master; your hands are as delicate as a girl's."
Ke Teng felt pleased inwardly, but said,
"Are you a hand fetishist or something? Do you like my hands?"
Jian Fei innocently held his fingers.
"I quite like them. Why didn't you think of using this talent when you were arguing with your dad before? Maybe you could be a hand model."
"Are they really that good? Let me see yours then."
Ke Teng naturally took her hand and turned it over.
"Your hands are quite pretty too."
"What's so pretty about them?" Jian Fei used his fingers to touch the calluses on her palm.
"I've been doing housework since I was little, washing dishes and clothes, so my hands are covered in calluses, and my knuckles are particularly rough."
"You haven't noticed how beautiful the hands of girls who truly never soil their hands with housework are."
"No matter how beautiful they are, I don't want to see them. I just think you're nice."
Ke Teng clasped his fingers with hers, pulled her closer, and rested them on the gear stick.
"Your hands are cold, it's just right to balance mine out, and this way you won't sweat anymore. Don't move."
When they stopped talking and their fingers were intertwined like this, a strange feeling arose.
Jian Fei felt he was being a bit underhanded, but seeing him looking ahead with such a serious expression, she didn't think he was overthinking it, and she felt too shy to say more.
A man as handsome, young, and wealthy as him, how many beautiful women must he have seen? How could he possibly have any thoughts about her?
He was really just sweating profusely.
Upon arriving at their destination, Jian Fei learned that Ke Teng was attending an auction.
Tongcheng's industrial economy was not well-developed, but it had some achievements in culture.
In the last century, there were two famous painters who took many disciples, and their works and calligraphy had been produced successively over the years.
As enterprising companies promoted them, their fame gradually grew, and many wealthy merchants and celebrities, with nothing else to do, would bid on a few pieces for their collections.
Ke Teng was here for this very reason.
Jian Fei linked her arm through his and signed in at the entrance. Someone came up to greet Ke Teng.
It was a leader from another company participating in the same investment promotion event.
Ke Teng stood aside to converse with the person, while Jian Fei stood alone behind and to his left, feeling lost and out of place.
Just as she was anticipating him finishing his conversation and returning to her side, her shoulder was suddenly patted.
She turned her head and unexpectedly saw Jiang Chuan.
Their eyes met, and Jiang Chuan was also surprised.
"Is it really you? I've been looking at you since you got out of the car. I felt like it was you, but also not, so I didn't dare to approach."
"You look so beautiful today."
She wore a black strapless dress, with white pearls adorning the bust and back, a simple yet elegant design.
Her hair was styled in a princess updo, with a small diamond crown on her head, and she wore black pointed high heels, carrying a white shell handbag.
Her neck was slender, and her figure was graceful.
Looking at her attire alone, anyone who didn't know her would surely mistake her for a socialite from a prominent family, which explained why Jiang Chuan didn't recognize her.
A commoner transformed into a swan, only to encounter an old acquaintance, Jian Fei felt incredibly awkward.
"Where am I pretty? I'm just accompanying someone here, and they lent me these clothes. Why are you here too?"
Jiang Chuan was also dressed formally.
A white shirt, a black suit, his hair meticulously combed, his features clean and sharp, he looked very young and handsome.
"I'm here with my father and a few uncles. Are you with a leader or...?"
This question hit the nail on the head.
Regarding her relationship with Ke Teng...
Jian Fei didn't know how to answer for a moment. Just as she was about to imply he was her leader, Ke Teng leisurely drifted over.
"Who are you talking to that you won't even acknowledge me? Bumped into an old acquaintance?"
There was a distinct aura between men, especially when a beautiful woman stood between them.
A brief glance between their eyes revealed unspoken intentions.
Seeing such a tall, handsome, and distinguished man, Jiang Chuan felt confusion mixed with a great deal of surprise.
Jian Fei had held his arm when they entered earlier, could it be that the two of them...
"I'm Jian Fei's old classmate. My name is Jiang Chuan. Hello."
Old classmate?
He looked quite respectable, and standing next to Jian Fei, he did have a certain appeal.
He had thought Jian Fei had poor taste, with no other man appreciating her besides himself, but now...
Ke Teng felt a pang of annoyance. He didn't shake Jiang Chuan's hand, but nodded faintly and looked at Jian Fei.
"Finished talking? If so, let's go inside."
What kind of attitude was that?
Jiang Chuan was being polite by offering his hand, and Ke Teng completely ignored him!
Jian Fei's face flushed with embarrassment, and she wanted to apologize to Jiang Chuan. However, Ke Teng unceremoniously offered her his arm.
"Link it. Didn't I tell you to go? Say goodbye to your classmate."
Jian Fei had no choice but to take his arm and said to Jiang Chuan,
"Aren't you going inside too? Why don't we go together?"
"..."
He had made his stance so clear, didn't he understand that he didn't want her to interact too much with this man?
And she was inviting him to walk together?
Before Jiang Chuan could reply, Ke Teng sarcastically remarked,
"Why so reluctant to part? Don't have contact information? You have something to say that can't wait until we're alone, and must be said in front of me?"
Jian Fei's face turned even redder. "What are you talking about?"