Shangcheng, Central Shopping Mall.

The Central Shopping Mall is a large-scale nationwide chain of department stores. It spans three floors and covers a wide area. Inside, you can find various branded clothing stores, different types of shops, an underground supermarket, snack restaurants, and an IMAX cinema.

Su Ruobai walked in the area of ​​the second floor of the shopping mall's clothing stores, calmly passing by one exquisitely decorated window display after another. The clothes on the models looked really stylish, but Su Ruobai had no intention of buying any clothing.

Not long after Wen Wannian left the hotel, he ran out. Although he held a card in his hand and felt excited, fortunately, he still had his wits about him. For safety's sake, he first went to the underground supermarket and bought a bottle of red tea, using the bank card given to him by Wen Wannian to pay for it.

There is over 30,000 dollars in the card.

This money, neither too much nor too little, is not considered much for a young lawyer; however, for someone who has no background and relies solely on their own efforts, and casually throws away a bank card with thirty thousand yuan to spend, it is quite...

Is it too generous?

In the pocket of his clothes, Su Ruobai absentmindedly carried a thin bank card as he walked past one shop after another. Eventually, he paused and boarded the elevator going upwards.

In his boredom, he spent nearly fifty yuan to watch a newly released movie. The lovey-dovey scenes made him yawn repeatedly, feeling extremely sleepy.

I thought I could pass the time out of boredom, but little did I know that it would become even more boring.

Su Ruobai has always been like this. Whenever there is something he can't figure out, he puts it aside and does something that can divert his attention.

He always believed that things that should be understood would eventually be understood.

After watching the movie, Su Ruobai's stomach felt a little hungry. He decided to have dinner as well. Since his throat was feeling uncomfortable, he didn't dare to eat anything too greasy. He had some rice porridge and milk custard buns. After finishing his meal, he thought for a moment, packed a famous pan-fried bun, and brought it back to the hotel.

Arriving at the hotel lobby, Su Ruobai specifically went to the front desk to inquire whether the guest staying in Wen Wannian's room had returned. Sure enough, after a busy afternoon, Wen Wannian had already come back.

Su Ruobai did not return to his own room. Instead, he directly knocked on Wen Wannian's door with takeout in hand.

From inside came a sporadic sound, followed by gradually approaching footsteps. In the next second, the electronic door of the room swung open wide.

The man's hair dripped with water droplets, and he hastily threw on a white shirt and casual pants. The white shirt was damp in places, faintly revealing a source of sin, as if it were draped in a mysterious veil.

He had a lean figure, but not delicate. He had a perfectly sculpted physique with just the right amount of defined six-pack abs, making him the epitome of a fit and muscular body.

Su Ruoba quickly scanned his perfect upper body and was surprised to find that his figure hidden beneath the suit and shirt was still very impressive.

In response to the perplexed look in Shang Wen's eyes, Su Ruobai hurriedly spoke before him, "I went out for a stroll and just came back. I brought some pan-fried dumplings for you. Would you like to eat them?"

The gentle voice carried a hint of the magnetism that comes with just passing through adolescence, while the clear eyes were without any trace of unusual emotions, as crystal clear as a pristine spring.

Wen Wannian glanced at the bag in his hand, slightly stepped aside, and said, "Thank you so much."

Su Ruobai did not hesitate and walked straight in. He keenly detected a delicate scent of shower gel lingering in the air, which confirmed his belief that the person inside the room must have been bathing before he knocked on the door.

This indicates that he hasn't been back for long.

Su Ruobai placed the pan-fried bun on the small table, then turned around and faced Wen Wannian, extending her hand towards him.

"Here, returning it to you."

Her slender, fair-skinned hand opened, revealing the bank card lying atop it.