148: Chapter 147 The Stingy Man 148: Chapter 147 The Stingy Man Hua Manlou was happily flirting here, while inside the villa, Song Yun was so furious he almost crushed his teeth.
Damn this Hua Manlou, really a jerk.
How did I ever let him take charge of the White Tiger Sect?
If only I had slapped him earlier and told him to stay wherever he felt comfortable.
“Cough, cough, would you like some tea?” Song Yun couldn’t stay in the toilet forever.
Afraid he couldn’t find a topic after his arrival, he resorted to that timeless line, “Would you like some tea?”
With the stray hairs by her cheeks tucked behind her ears, Hua Qingcheng gently said, “Yes, I know you must have some treasured tea here.
Don’t be stingy just because I’m here.”
Although she spoke softly, her words couldn’t change the bandit-like nature of the request.
Helpless, Song Yun had to bring out the tea leaves he had saved for his old age.
These weren’t some branded teas from the market.
They were from when Song Yun visited an old friend with an elderly man and got them from an old monk who had been living in the mountains for many years.
Naturally, Song Yun himself wasn’t influential enough to have tea given to him, but the old man did, which meant what was the old man’s was his—the tea cake ended up in Song Yun’s hands the same night.
Song Yun gently broke a few tea leaves and placed them into the pot.
Brewing those leaves felt to him as if he himself was being steeped, his expression filled with agony.
“Drink up.
That old monk said this tea could prolong life, detox, and beautify.
Basically, drinking it is almost like an ascension,” Song Yun said with heartache as he poured a small cup for Hua Qingcheng.
Hua Qingcheng looked at the tiny cup in front of her and then at the bowl in front of Song Yun.
Suddenly, she felt like thrashing him.
“Don’t you think you’ve poured too little for me?” Hua Qingcheng reminded Song Yun.
“What’s most important when drinking tea?
It’s the ambiance, and this celadon cup best brings that out.
Oh, don’t mind that I’m using a bowl.
I’ve basically given up on myself; it’s like a bull chewing on peonies.
Hey, drink up before it gets cold, or if you don’t like it, I’ll drink it for you,” Song Yun lectured while gulping down two large bowls.
The more Hua Qingcheng watched Song Yun, the more she found him detestable, yup, a detestable fellow with a cheap feel.
Wasn’t it you who asked if I wanted tea?
I said yes, and this is how you treat your guest?
Pouring a tiny cup for your guest and then downing the whole pot yourself.
Don’t you worry about drinking too much water and needing to pee?
This made Song Yun feel misunderstood.
His offer of tea to Hua Qingcheng was just a polite gesture, not an obligation for her to drink.
Besides, if she really wanted tea, there was plenty of Da Hong Pao and Tieguanyin at home.
But she insisted on having his treasured tea, and even after being served, she still wasn’t happy.
Could there be anyone harder to please than her?
Hua Qingcheng, seeing the green light in Song Yun’s eyes as he looked at the mere tiny cup of tea in front of her, firmly believed that if she said she wouldn’t drink it, the beast would most likely gulp it down in one go.
Could she let him have his way?
Of course not.
So under Song Yun’s regretful gaze, she drained the cup in one gulp and then heavily placed the cup on the table.
Song Yun saw the slight cracks in the celadon cup and felt very heartbroken.
This reckless woman really didn’t understand the value of money—he had paid over a hundred for this set of cups!
Although there were still five or six cups like this one, it didn’t stop Song Yun from gazing at it with heartache.
“Cough, cough, I asked you here today to go shopping with you.
I still haven’t any clothes to change into since coming to Sunan City,” Hua Qingcheng said with blushing cheeks.
“That’s easy, I’ll call my people to bring some over.
Don’t worry, they’re all branded—you won’t be shortchanged,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“They don’t know my size; how could they possibly buy the right clothes?
No, you have to accompany me today,” Hua Qingcheng demanded, pulling on Song Yun.
Seeing no escape, Song Yun drove Hua Qingcheng to an international shopping mall.
The mall sold everything, though the prices were a bit steep.
Song Yun could already see his money waving goodbye.
“Song Yun, do you think this dress looks nice?” Hua Qingcheng excitedly lifted a dress.
“I love these slightly retro-styled clothes.”
“Sure, if you like it, try it on,” Song Yun shrugged, deciding to keep a good mood and accompany her.
“But I also like this one,” Hua Qingcheng hesitated as she picked up another dress.
“Which one should I choose?”
“If you like them, just buy both,” Song Yun waved his hand generously, quickly realizing the cost of his boastful remark.
Hua Qingcheng picked up several more dresses, each one seemingly perfect, unsure of which to choose.
Song Yun, with no choice, had to say, “Just buy whatever you like, regardless of how many.”
The female sales assistant, watching with stars in her eyes, thought such young and handsome men with money were rare these days, not to mention a man who would say, “Buy whatever you like,” in such an opulent place.
Ah, why couldn’t she meet such a man?
Why did her own man, at the sight of slightly expensive clothes, tell her he hadn’t brought enough money?
The gap was just too big.
After Song Yun swiped his card, he looked at the dozen bags of clothes, slightly at a loss.
How was he supposed to carry all this back?
As if reading Song Yun’s mind, the sales assistant smiled and said, “Sir, just leave your address, and we’ll have someone send them over for you.”
“That’s great,” Song Yun praised, seeing that the shops had gotten smart about rich people not wanting to carry stuff and thus offered this service.
Upon asking Hua Qingcheng for her address and adding it, Song Yun looked up to find she had already disappeared.
After searching for a long time, he found that she had already moved on to another store.
Giving the salespeople an apologetic smile, Song Yun suavely made his way toward Hua Qingcheng.
After accompanying Hua Qingcheng shopping for half the day, Song Yun learned that the combat power of women on shopping sprees was comparable to atomic bombs—they never seem to know fatigue.
It wasn’t logical; his robust body felt tired after shopping for so long, yet Hua Qingcheng was still eager to move on to the next shop.
“Should we take a break?” Song Yun cautiously suggested, fearing she might not agree.
Hua Qingcheng glanced at him and said, “Alright, let’s find a coffee shop to sit in for a while.”