As soon as the words were uttered, the air fell into an eerie silence; the young man could vaguely hear someone prattling on his phone, but he couldn't make out the content.
This was Su Nanzhi's first time laying eyes on Jiang Beiyu.
Her first reaction was that this man must have been kissed by God many times before his reincarnation—the overt favoritism in terms of appearance was something only the divine could muster.
He was indeed handsome.
Her second thought was how many sets of two hundred thousand she had and how many nights she could afford a man like that.
This was the second time Jiang Beiyu had seen Su Nanzhi.
His first thought was, oh, it's the cool guy who was politely looking in the mirror next to He Jingchuan's car.
His second thought, what did the little girl just say? He hadn't heard clearly.
What two hundred thousand?
Su Nanzhi realized what she had said and then clamped her mouth shut, flashing the man in front of her a six-toothed white smile that resembled the "embarrassed yet polite smile" from her WeChat sticker pack.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
The cool cover turned into a soft cover.
Jiang Beiyu suddenly found the voice by his ear too noisy. He tilted his head to one side and scoffed at the caller, "Hang up."
Then came the "beep" from the other end.
"..."
Jiang Beiyu was a man utterly confident in his appearance.
He curved his lips upwards, looking at the person before him, "Little girl, do you know me?"
Su Nanzhi indeed had an innocuous face brimming with deceitfulness. Those unfamiliar with her might readily slap on a "naive" label.
"I don't know you," Su Nanzhi shook her head.
Then Jiang Beiyu knew, "So you think I'm good-looking?"
Su Nanzhi nodded, thinking that the overnight price was too low; she wanted to advise the beauty to raise his rates.
But after some thought, she felt such blunt words were inappropriate to say.
Then, Jiang Beiyu heard the young girl in front of him say, "I believe you deserve better."
A man who only asked for two hundred thousand a night and haggled for it did not deserve such a top-quality young man.
Jiang Beiyu didn't quite understand, but that didn't prevent him from realizing that the young girl had given his looks a very high rating.
Such discerning individuals were rare, so Jiang Beiyu generously gave the young girl a beguiling smile.
Su Nanzhi slowly pressed her hand against her "thump-thumping," singing little heart; it had been a long time since her heartbeat had quickened like this.
The love of beauty is something all have in common.
Su Nanzhi was a sucker for good looks, fond of pretty things.
Even her Peach Wood Sword had carefully carved patterns and a small pink peach blossom charm.
The Peach Wood Sword would occasionally get carried away in combat, and Su Nanzhi sometimes wondered if it disliked that charm.
Su Nanzhi said what she wanted to say, and then she politely bade farewell to the man before her.
Jiang Beiyu thought of his rebellious younger brother at home and, for the first time, felt that having a sister might not be so bad.
Of course, not He Jingchuan's sister who was hopelessly addicted to dress-up games.
Not bad for a young girl to have so many admirers.
After walking some distance, Su Nanzhi belatedly realized that the man she had just met—she couldn't see his Fate Design.
When Su Nanzhi was a child and her master found her, that very image of a charlatan told her that she had an extraordinary skeleton and was a metaphysics prodigy.
She couldn't speak at five years old, but curiously she was born with that kind of eyes—her master claimed her muteness was due to being scared by ghosts.
Yin-Yang Eyes could see ghosts and spirits, observe people's Fate Design, and discern their lifelong fortunes and retributions.
For the first time, Su Nanzhi encountered someone whose Fate Design she couldn't see.