Slap!
Cheng Baola tied up her hair, bit her soft lips, and slapped Xu Zhengyang on the head.
"Keep staring, and I'll gouge your eyes out."
Cheng Baola had recently graduated and was working as a fitness instructor here. Thanks to her, the penniless Xu Zhengyang often came to work out without even having a gym membership. He had been freeloading for over a month.
Xu Zhengyang smiled slightly and walked alongside her toward the elevator...
In the elevator, Cheng Baola pouted unhappily and lightly kicked the elevator's wall with her foot.
"What's wrong?" Xu Zhengyang asked, puzzled.
"Ugh, it's that damn work issue again. That deal yesterday should've been mine, but they pulled some tricks and gave that client to Jiang Lili! I lost a full 800 in commission because of it! What a bunch of bitches!"
Cheng Baola clenched her fists and wrinkled her nose, her pretty eyes flashing with a fierce but adorable anger.
Xu Zhengyang was speechless. Not only was Cheng Baola's figure, appearance, and even professional knowledge far superior to Jiang Lili's, but there was also obvious shady business in this gym. The male manager of the fitness department clearly had some sort of secret relationship with Jiang Lili.
Moreover, Cheng Baola despised those older men who tried to take advantage of her, so her performance had always been poor. She often talked to Xu Zhengyang about these things.
Xu Zhengyang was moved. Over the past few days, despite being just roommates, Cheng Baola's cheerful, sunny, and positive attitude had deeply influenced him.
When he was feeling down, she would drag him out to exercise.
When he had no money, she would cook a little extra every time.
When she saw him drinking every day, she replaced his alcohol with water and even left a note saying, "Water doesn't harm your liver, and it's cheaper!"
Her support was crucial in his decision to sell his house, make a comeback, and move on from his mental anguish.
"When I have money, I'll definitely buy your classes and make you the top performer."
Xu Zhengyang said with a smile.
Cheng Baola rolled her eyes at him.
"If you could just get a haircut, I'd thank you! Your hair looks like a bird's nest!"
Xu Zhengyang smiled helplessly. His hair had indeed grown a bit long, and a few strands occasionally stuck up. It didn't look very neat, especially when walking with such a beautiful woman, often attracting strange looks.
Cheng Baola was a good cook, so Xu Zhengyang planned to take her to the supermarket, buy some nice ingredients, and have her cook a meal for him.
But before that, Cheng Baola needed to rent an expensive outfit for an important event in a couple of days.
This shop wasn't in the mall but in a two-story standalone storefront in the city center. The location was prime, yet the shop was almost empty because the clothes were too high-end and too expensive!
Because the brand was Donna Karan...
In addition to selling clothes, they also offered rental services, though the rental fees weren't cheap either.
The shop was lavishly decorated, with sparkling display windows, elegant and refined clothing, and jaw-dropping prices...
In the window was a black and sheer long dress, both elegant and simple, with a clear price tag: 1.3 cents!
Of course, this was just the regular quality; the high-end and custom-made items weren't even displayed here.
Cheng Baola stood at the store's entrance for a long time, glanced up at the sign, and finally gritted her teeth and walked in.
Fortunately, the saleswoman had good professional manners, wearing a friendly, professional smile and bowing as she welcomed them.
"This lovely lady, your figure is fantastic. You'd look great in any outfit in our store. What style do you prefer?"
The saleswoman sincerely complimented Cheng Baola, and as a woman, she had to admit she would dream of having a figure like Cheng Baola's.
Baola blushed slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Sorry, ma'am. I'm just looking to rent an outfit."
"That's no problem at all. All our clothes are available for rent. Please feel free to browse!"
The saleswoman didn't look down on her at all, flashing a sweet smile as she led them around a corner.
Cheng Baola nodded and hesitantly began touching the clothes.
After a short while, a woman's voice suddenly called out.
"Baola? Isn't that you, Baola? What are you doing here?"
As she spoke, a woman and a man emerged from behind a display case.
The speaker was a woman wearing tight leather pants, with a figure far inferior to Cheng Baola's and slightly thicker legs. Her face was heavily made up, and her chin was sharp enough to stab someone.
She was accompanied by an overweight, greasy man with a beer belly, but a Maserati car key was prominently displayed on his waist.
The moment this man saw Cheng Baola, his eyes immediately lit up with a predatory gleam, his pupils practically glowing green with lust!
She's so damn gorgeous, and that figure is mouthwatering. I'd shave three years off my life for a chance to ride her!
Cheng Baola's face darkened, clearly displeased, and she said coolly, "Song Jia?"
"Wow, Baola, you don't look so good. You've lost that glow you had in college."
Song Jia smirked, turning to the beer-bellied man and saying, "Honey, let me introduce you. This is our college's beauty queen, the true goddess, pure and noble. She turned down at least eighteen wealthy suitors. We were all so proud of her—she's got real backbone, how rare!"
"Oh? By the way, Baola, I thought I heard you were here to rent clothes?"
She asked, feigning surprise.
Cheng Baola took a deep breath and didn't respond.
"Is it for Yaya's birthday party in a couple of days? You know, if you're broke, there's no need to pretend! It's not necessary, Baola. You should stay true to your unique style and wear something simple. We're naturally beautiful, after all.
Besides, wearing rented clothes would be so embarrassing if the tags accidentally showed. Don't you agree, Baola...?"
Song Jia teased with a fake smile.
Song Jia's snide remarks made Cheng Baola bite her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. After hesitating for a moment, she lightly stomped her foot and was about to pull Xu Zhengyang away. Since they had been spotted, even though she really wanted to go, she couldn't anymore. Otherwise, they would surely humiliate her.
But Xu Zhengyang, stronger than her, held her firmly in place.
Xu Zhengyang studied Song Jia for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Does that leather pants of yours inflate when you fart?"