Leaving Patek Philippe, Xu Qingyan glanced down at the watch on his wrist.
"Why did you give me this?"
Pei Muchan still had some measure of restraint; she had held back two months' worth of aggravation, releasing most of it during a single day of shopping. Now back to her normal self, she turned to look at him.
"You're running a business now. You'll find it useful at some point."
Xu Qingyan fiddled with the watch before looking up, half-jokingly, "Then should I get you one too?"
"No need." Pei Muchan brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her eyes narrowing slightly, her voice indifferent, "I don't wear watches."
In the car, Xu Qingyan just started the engine, while Pei Muchan had just fastened her seatbelt.
"You..."
"Hm?" He glanced over at her.
The seatbelt outlined the full contour of her chest, and as Pei Muchan looked out the window, her profile bore a cold aloofness, a kind of ascetic bitterness.
