Chapter 342: Soft-waisted Educated Youth Doted On by Boyfriend 05

Jin Chen almost couldn't follow his train of thought.

After thinking for a few seconds, he couldn't help laughing out loud and sat down on another chair.

He had an imposing aura like a big blade and a golden horse; although he was handsome, his tall stature made him look intimidating when not smiling.

People around silently moved back, thinking Jin Chen was some big shot not to be messed with.

Mo Zhinan also shrank back even more.

But who would have thought that what came up wasn't a slap, but Jin Chen's smiling pat on the head.

"Just pretend I'm helping you because you're good-looking."

His tone is always gentle when facing Mo Zhinan.

Mo Zhinan felt this lacked credibility, but since Jin Chen wasn't telling the truth, he had no choice.

"Let's go, I'll take you out for a stroll and get you some clean clothes."

Jin Chen took the youth's hand without hesitation and left the clinic.

Mo Zhinan lowered his head, looking at the arm holding his own, pursing his lips and staying silent.

【Host, the mission time limit has only fifteen minutes left, and you still have 50 yuan unspent.】

In town, Jin Chen heard the reminder from 0731, glanced at the storefront, and then took Mo Zhinan to a genuine good clothing store.

He didn't overly criticize the styles of this era, picked a few pieces that fit Mo Zhinan's size, held them up against him, then placed them at the checkout; soon they piled up into a small mountain.

This operation left both Mo Zhinan and the boss dazed.

The boss stepped forward with a measuring tape, couldn't help interrupting Jin Chen's continued selection: "Eh eh eh, are you buying or not, what are you doing?"

"Buy."

Jin Chen picked up the last set of a T-shirt and jeans, tried it on Mo Zhinan, then also placed it on the checkout counter.

"Wrap up these clothes and check out, hurry."

Perhaps his intimidating aura made the boss shudder, quickly grab a bag to pack them, fiddle on the abacus for a moment, and finally beam with joy.

"Six sets of clothing total 43; I'll give you a little change, make it 40!"

【Mission time limit still has eight minutes left.】

Jin Chen hurriedly stopped the boss: "No need! No need for change!"

He quickly took out 43 yuan in cash and handed it to the boss, then took Mo Zhinan's hand and headed onto the street.

"Boss, take your time packing; I'll go next door to buy something else and come back to get it."

I never thought spending 100 yuan would be so hard! How are there still 7 left!

Mo Zhinan's eyes finally showed some fluctuation.

He hadn't forgotten that all those clothes were matched to his own size; they definitely weren't Jin Chen's own size.

This person…… why is he being so good to me.

Before he could figure it out, Jin Chen brought him into the next shop.

This is a Western pastry shop.

What neither of them expected was that they would encounter an uninvited guest here as well.

"Jin Chen, Mo Zhinan? How are the two of you together?"

Xu Lin knows both of them, so seeing them walk in hand-in-hand inevitably raises suspicion.

Zhang Zhishuai looked at the already bandaged Mo Zhinan, his expression also surprised—wasn't it that he paid those thugs to block Mo Zhinan? How could he let him come to town for treatment!

Jin Chen didn't even glance at the two, straightly took the person forward, looking at the displayed pastry prices.

Western goods are indeed much more expensive; just a few pastries add up to 7 yuan.

Based on his understanding of his wife's taste, he selected a few pieces and had the boss wrap them up.

Zhang Zhishuai looked somewhat doubtful.

As fellow educated youths from Fengshu Cun, he naturally knows Jin Chen; previously his family lacked a working man, life was very tight, let alone this pastry shop, even ordinary filled buns might be unaffordable.

As a neighbor, Xu Lin directly spoke up.

"Jin Chen, what big shot are you pretending to be? This place only has Western pastries—can you afford them!"

The boss's packing motion paused, eyeing Jin Chen and Mo Zhinan somewhat suspiciously.

Mo Zhinan is sensitive to such looks; he frowned uncomfortably, lowered his head, and the next second was shielded behind Jin Chen, a familiar voice sounding in his ear.

"I said hurry up and pack it, don't you understand?"

"Boss, don't waste your effort—he's just a thug, putting on a swollen face to look fat; where would he get money to buy this!"

Xu Lin stepped forward, stopped the boss from packing, gave Jin Chen a somewhat provocative look: "You don't even want to compensate for a 20-yuan radio, yet you still have money to buy pastries?"

【Time limit up, Host failed the mission, mission amount doubled; please spend 200 yuan cash within four hours!】

Jin Chen: "……"

【Host, killing isn't allowed here, the supervision is strict!】

0731 friendly reminder.

Mo Zhinan raised his brows in doubt, looking at Jin Chen's tense side profile, then retreated half a step.

He felt that this person seemed to have suddenly become upset, a bit scary.

Is it because of those two behind?

Mo Zhinan finally looked toward Xu Lin and Zhang Zhishuai, his eyelids drooping, his gaze somewhat gloomy.

Jin Chen, furious to the point of laughing, threw the pastries he'd selected onto the tabletop, and stared darkly at Xu Lin.

"You're full and stuffed, meddling in my affairs?"

"I didn't say anything wrong!" Xu Lin, startled by his shout, instinctively retreated behind Zhang Zhishuai.

Zhang Zhishuai estimated the pastries' prices, kindly explained to Jin Chen, though his tone inevitably carried a sense of superiority: "Jin Chen, did you perhaps walk into the wrong shop? You really can't afford these pastries here."

Mo Zhinan strongly resisted Zhang Zhishuai's approach, shifting his feet and tugging at Jin Chen's sleeve.

Jin Chen immediately shielded the person, coldly staring at Zhang Zhishuai, who was also preparing to pay, and at the boss who acted according to looks, then expressionlessly kicked the counter.

With a bang, everyone present was startled.

"One last time, pack these pastries."

That sentence was especially chilling; the boss was frightened into repeatedly apologizing, and hurriedly wrapped everything he had chosen in oil paper.

"To… total is 9 yuan."

Upon hearing the price, Zhang Zhishuai helplessly shook his head, convinced Jin Chen couldn't come up with that much money.

The next second he was harshly slapped in the face; looking at the ten-yuan bill passed over the table, Zhang Zhishuai and Xu Lin exchanged a glance, each seeing shock in the other's eyes.

How is that possible!? How could this poor kid Jin Chen have that much money!?

The boss quickly gave change along with the pastry bag to Jin Chen, involuntarily stared at Xu Lin, almost missing a big deal because of this person.

Xu Lin saw the gaze, his cheeks flushed, he turned his head away, not daring to look at the boss again, feeling utterly embarrassed.

Jin Chen wasn't going to let the two off so easily.

He glanced at the pastry in Zhang Zhishuai's hand, scoffed, "How are you two eating just that? Is it because you have no money?"

Xu Lin, originally feeling satisfied, upon seeing Jin Chen's large bag and then Zhang Zhishuai's two small pastries, instantly felt unbalanced.

Jin Chen deliberately adopted a provocative tone, "If what you bought today isn't more than mine, I'll look down on you."