Chapter 86: The Wife Who Can’t Be Flirted With

Fang Yuan glared darkly at the high heels. Compared to the skirt, these were even harder for her to accept. She shot Lu Chuan a chilly look. “What am I supposed to do in these?”

Lu Chuan’s expression didn’t change. He crouched down, “Try them on.”

Fang Yuan realized something: whenever Lu Chuan wanted something, things always seemed to go his way.

Never mind how he managed it—somehow, he always did. That was dangerous, and it kept Fang Yuan’s face stormy.

Lu Chuan noticed it too. Turns out, he was pretty easy to please, especially in front of Fang Yuan. Good thing he was just squatting, not kneeling.

All Fang Yuan had to do was say a couple of harsh words, and he’d be running circles around her, eager to please.

Then, seeing Fang Yuan in high heels and a skirt, Lu Chuan’s heart surged with pride—his wife was second to none.

Fang Yuan felt completely out of sorts, steadying herself on a rickety table. “You can’t even walk properly in these things, and you still bought them? They’re made to scam fools like you.”

Lu Chuan wiped his hands and went over to support her. “I’ll hold you.”

Then he added, “Try walking a lap. If you don’t like them, I’ll buy you flats next time.”

Fang Yuan leaned on Lu Chuan and pinched his waist as soon as she could. “Buy more? You planning to go out and borrow money again?”

Lu Chuan grimaced in pain, “Let go, let go! I won’t borrow anymore.”

Only then did Fang Yuan’s expression soften a little, though Lu Chuan never actually said he’d stop buying things.

Lu Chuan grinned at her, holding her up. “Come on, let’s show Fifth Brother.”

Fang Yuan muttered, “You just don’t want to be embarrassed alone, huh?”

Lu Chuan replied, “If you don’t wear them out for a walk, isn’t the money wasted?”

Fang Yuan would rather waste the money. “Not going.”

Lu Chuan said, “I knew it, you look down on me for wearing a dress shirt, think I’m putting on airs.”

Fang Yuan started walking out with Lu Chuan’s help. She couldn’t bring up the shirt—she was in the wrong there.

Then, Fifth Tiger just stared at his little sister in a daze. This brother-in-law wasn’t crazy—he actually had some sense.

His sister looked pretty good dressed up, but no matter what she wore, she just didn’t have that scholarly air those educated girls did.

If his brother-in-law really liked that type, Fifth Tiger didn’t dare imagine—if he ever went to the school, he’d be surrounded by girls like that. It was a bit worrying.

Clearly, his sister didn’t measure up. Then he watched as Fang Yuan nearly tripped, only saved by her brother-in-law’s support.

Whatever patience Fang Yuan had left was worn away by Lu Chuan. She snapped at Fifth Tiger, “What are you staring at? There’s nothing to see. Let me tell you, girls dressed like this—if you brought one home, she wouldn’t want you anyway.”

Then she glared at Lu Chuan. Lu Chuan just smiled, supporting her, and even grinned at Fifth Tiger.

Lu Chuan was thinking, these shoes aren’t all bad—otherwise, when would Fang Yuan ever let him hold her like this? Who could guess what he was really thinking?

Fifth Tiger, embarrassed and annoyed, shot back, “Well, clearly there’s someone like you who dresses this way.”

Fang Yuan took off the shoes and was about to throw them at Fifth Tiger, but Lu Chuan stopped her. “No need to fight. What you wear doesn’t matter—what matters is what you like. If you don’t like them, you don’t have to wear them again.”

Fifth Tiger and Fang Yuan both glared at Lu Chuan and said in unison, “You just don’t want to waste the shoes.”

Lu Chuan didn’t deny it. “They were kind of expensive.”

Now that he was officially the brother-in-law, Fifth Tiger couldn’t yell at Fang Yuan anymore. He could only complain, “You picked a guy like this for a husband—do you really think he’d go for someone like you?”

“Do you know how much the whole family worries about you behind your back?”

Old Man Lu chuckled, “Looks good! Money well spent.”

Fang Yuan was about to explode, but his words calmed her down. “It’s just not practical for work.”

Old Man Lu nodded. “Wearing those to scrub pots would be tough, and the skirt might catch fire when you’re cooking. But it’s fine, your mom and your second brother are here—you don’t need to do much.”

Fifth Tiger twitched his lips. He hadn’t expected his sister to be so lucky, marrying into a family like this.

Fang Yuan pursed her lips. If she had to dress up and look ridiculous, she’d rather scrub pots and cook. “Dad, wearing this feels awkward.”

Old Man Lu said, “Then wear whatever you like. Anyway, your second brother listens to you—whatever you do, he’ll do.”

He shot Lu Chuan a look, and Fifth Tiger understood—his uncle was worried the couple might fight over the skirt.

Fifth Tiger gave Lu Chuan a look too.

Lu Chuan thought, Fifth Brother, you’re overthinking it. My dad isn’t worried about us fighting—he’s worried Fang Yuan will get mad and hit me in front of everyone.

After Fang Yuan twisted her ankle again, Lu Chuan helped her back inside. Fang Yuan said, “That shirt of yours… cough, I’ll buy you one next time.”

That was the softest thing Fang Yuan had ever said.

Lu Chuan wouldn’t get mad over something so trivial. “You bought me a vest, and I love it. I don’t even want to show it off—I wear it under my shirt. If you buy me a dress shirt, how am I supposed to survive the summer? I’d have to wear a padded jacket!”

Fang Yuan was amused. “If I buy it for you, you don’t have to hide it. It’s for you to wear.”

Fang Yuan hadn’t been with Lu Chuan long, but she was already learning to turn his words around. “As for your shirt, I don’t care for it, and I don’t want to hide it either.”

Lu Chuan replied, “Mm, you don’t have to. If you don’t like it, it’s because I didn’t pick well.”

That was a little too flirty.

Fang Yuan just gave Lu Chuan a dark look.

Lu Chuan looked up at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Fang Yuan said, “Why do you look so much like a bad guy to me?”

Lu Chuan didn’t understand—how could his gentle, caring words make him seem like a bad guy in her eyes? “Should I say, ‘Even if you don’t like it, you have to wear it’ instead?”

Fang Yuan said, “You wouldn’t dare.”

Lu Chuan looked at her. “So, which do you prefer?”

Fang Yuan refused to play along. “I’d prefer you not borrow money. And don’t try to sweet-talk me, either.”

Lu Chuan looked at her, thinking, Well, at least we’re communicating. “You really don’t like it?”

Fang Yuan said, “I really don’t care for it.”

See? His wife spoke her mind—no guessing games, no beating around the bush. That was good.

Lu Chuan said, “Next time, I’ll take you shopping for clothes.”

Fang Yuan nodded. That she could accept. Then she added, “I can shop for myself. I’m holding all the money anyway.”

Lu Chuan went out. “Go ahead and change.” Still, something felt missing. He figured they’d need some time to get used to each other’s personalities.

Fang Yuan quickly changed out of the skirt and tossed it aside in disgust.

And those shoes—what a torture device.

She took them out and tossed them to Lu Chuan. “Return them. What a waste.”

Fifth Tiger said, “Don’t! They look great. Besides, you’ve already worn them. If you don’t want them, give them to me—I’ll give them to someone.”

Lu Chuan raised an eyebrow. My wife’s shoes—why should you get them?

Fang Yuan said, “Fine, give me money.”

Lu Chuan stopped her. “No, that’s not right. You’ve already worn them.” Clearly, the couple weren’t on the same page.

Fifth Tiger said, “I don’t mind, but forget about the money.”

Fang Yuan said, “No money, no deal.”

Lu Chuan said, “I mind.”

The three of them all spoke at once—what a mess. Old Man Lu saw this and quickly slipped away.

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