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Chapter 55: Brushing Shoulders

  Chapter 55: A Narrow Escape

  "Go take a look." In the midst of the overwhelming Chanel, Qin Di stopped his leisurely stroll and recognized this brand, having heard Li Wei mention it before, seemingly quite famous, deciding to start from this store.

  Anxin hesitated for a moment and nodded obediently.

  Qin Di's face didn't flush, his heart didn't skip a beat, he walked in with an air of righteousness, under the stunned gaze of two spirited and elegant salesgirls, he focused on helping An Xin pick out clothes. After all, autumn was almost over, buying one or two coats for little girl was a perfectly normal thing to do. Not to mention that this guy had a bank card worth over 800,000 yuan in his pocket, and there were tens of thousands of cash in the medical box. So he was justified and didn't care about the two salesgirls' astonished gaze, picking out clothes one by one, putting down the ones he wasn't satisfied with, too lazy to hang them back up.

  Watched with bated breath, frightened and sweating palms, at a loss for what to do.

  Finally, the two waitresses came back to their senses. Although they were curious why this unremarkably dressed young man had the nerve to rush in, neither of them stepped forward to intercept him. After all, in this era, spending a few thousand yuan on clothes for a girlfriend was nothing out of the ordinary. It was impossible for anyone to look down on someone because of their clothing, so they just thought he was too arrogant and didn't need to show off like that in front of his girlfriend.

  The two beautiful waitresses exchanged a smile, with a mocking tone on their faces.

  "Can I help you?" Suddenly, a woman in her thirties with a good figure walked over.

  She smiled at Qin Di with a very sincere and enthusiastic expression.

  "Is there a new model?" Qin Di said indifferently without even raising an eyebrow.

  "Ah, yes!" The female manager smiled and led Qin Di to the new arrivals section with a sincere and respectful attitude: "These are all new styles that have just been introduced from Paris, inheriting El's consistent style, simple, beautiful, delicate..."

  "I'll choose myself." Qin Di waved his hand impatiently, without listening to a single sentence.

  Anxin was extremely nervous, his back drenched in sweat, as he carefully watched the female person in charge.

  "Alright." The woman in charge smiled and nodded, miraculously taking a step back on her own initiative.

  Two waitresses looked at each other in surprise, shocked.

  Qin Di rummaged through the messy pile, not being polite at all, and after picking and choosing for a while, he picked out a coat, a sweater, a pair of jeans, and a silk scarf, and told An Xin to go try them on.

  "No way!" He shook his head firmly and refused outright.

  "Look down on it?" Qin Di asked lightly: "Then I'll pick again!"

  "It's not, it's too expensive, let's go." An Xin almost cried when she saw the price tag, and her heart was racing.

  "Then let's go." Qin Di didn't force it, put down his clothes and smiled: "Let's take a look at other stores."

  "Great!" With a relieved heart and a smiling face like a flower.

  To her, the value is tens of thousands and the value of one or two hundred yuan clothes are no different, the same is to wear, wearing cheap ones will not make her feel inferior, wearing expensive ones will not make her proud. Although she knows Qin Di can afford these extravagant clothes in her eyes, but what she cares more about is Qin Di's heart. Being with this boy makes her particularly at ease.

  This sense of security, no one has ever given her, neither her deceased father nor her hardworking mother, nor even her peers.

  Leaving the specialty store, the woman couldn't help but slightly bow her head in a gesture of courtesy towards Qin Di and An Xin's backs, showing an unreasonably enthusiastic attitude.

  "Qin Jie, they're just two country bumpkins, why bother being polite to them?" a female employee said disdainfully.

  "Country bumpkin?" The woman in charge seemed to have heard a huge joke, and said lightly: "Perhaps in his eyes, we are the country bumpkins!"

  "Qin Jie, how do you say this?" another beauty asked curiously.

  "That boy's Patek Philippe Nautilus watch on his hand is worth at least a million, although the style is a bit too mature for someone of his age. But it's definitely genuine. This is what you call a low-key rich second generation, not a single hint of spoiled brat air about him!" The woman in charge revealed with a smile.

  "Really?" A beauty exclaimed in surprise.

  "I took a look and thought it was just an ordinary table," said another beauty.

  "Wearing good clothes doesn't necessarily mean one is truly wealthy, but those who dress low-key are the ones who don't show off their wealth, that's what it means to have depth and inner substance!" The female director smiled slightly and walked away quietly.

  The remaining two beauties secretly stuck out their tongues, feeling no fear in their hearts, only envy and peace of mind. A typical Cinderella wearing crystal shoes!

  ……

  Qin Di just came out of Chanel when he saw a group of people walking towards the store.

  Three men and one woman, two of the men had stiff expressions on their faces, both in their thirties, tall and slender, one to the left and one to the right, following a man who appeared to be in his early twenties, each step measured, not too much nor too little, about three steps behind the young man.

  To the left of the young man was a woman in her mid-twenties, who didn't have a flirtatious or made-up look, and wasn't particularly beautiful, but had an outstanding temperament that surpassed any woman Qin Deyi had ever seen, including Huang Qingdi's Red Lady.

  The man walking in the middle, holding a string of jade Buddha beads, can only be described as having a clear brow and bright eyes, but with a warm and elegant demeanor. Between his eyebrows, there was a hint of an untamed aura, while his eyes seemed to see right through everything, yet he had reined it in well, giving off a sense of approachability instead. And the faint smile at the corner of his mouth gave off an air of stability, confidence, and a commanding presence that overlooked all things.

  They met in front of the door, and at first neither of them looked at each other. It was just a chance encounter, and no one would really notice anyone else, but when Qin Di passed through the crowd and brushed shoulders with the young man in the middle, both of them were stunned for a moment, and they had a feeling of déjà vu, stopping their footsteps and turning back to look at each other.

  Qin Di slightly furrowed his brow and continued walking, he didn't know this person at all, just felt a bit strange, this...he seemed to recognize him...and also seemed to have some connection.

  Bang!

  That young man's casual glance, when it fell on Qin Di's face, the jade Buddha beads in his hand clattered to the ground. His eyes, always calm and cold, flashed with shock, disbelief, and a complex array of emotions.

  "Boss." The woman with a unique temperament first trembled, then stretched out her hand to sweep... the next moment, the string of Buddhist beads that had fallen to the ground was already in her hand.

  "It's really like him!" The young man squeezed out a faint smile on his face, his eyes gazing at Qin Di's back, seemingly lost in thought, with a complex expression and a slightly stiffened body.

  "Sir, what's this?" The elegant woman carefully handed the jade Buddha beads back to the young man after wiping them clean.

  "That person, he's like a friend to me, a childhood friend." The young man took the jade Buddha beads, his expression natural, but the hand holding the beads was exceptionally pale, with a subtle tremble as he muttered: "But he's already dead, dead for five whole years! If he were still alive, the entire country would be trembling under his feet! No, he said that one day, he would make the entire world tremble under his feet. He wanted to single-handedly conquer a vast territory, and personally send his mother to the throne."

  The elegant woman was taken aback, her mouth agape, and her heart filled with shock. It wasn't that she didn't believe men, but this statement was just too hard to believe?

  One man, one sword, how can he conquer the whole world?

  "Unbelievable?" The young man smiled slightly and said: "But I believe... an eleven-year-old who conquered all the geniuses of his generation, a twelve-year-old who pointed his sword at the older generation's pride, if he wants to conquer the world, it would be too easy... Unfortunately, such a young supreme being is dead, died at the hands of his own family! What an irony!"

  ……

  Still owe one chapter, sigh, won't shirk responsibility, just wondering if tomorrow's update will be okay?

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