"Hey, well, well—rare sight, ‘son’! Shopping solo?" Li Wei grinned at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng shook his head with a wry smile. "Dragged here against my will!"

Li Wei frowned, glancing toward the counter inside. Spotting Liu Qing’s silhouette and her long, snow-white legs, his eyes widened. "Xiao Feng—was *that* beauty at the counter the one who dragged you?"

Xiao Feng nodded bitterly. "Only Sister Qing and me in this store. Who else?"

"Who’s Sister Qing? *Her*?"

"Yep. Next-door neighbor. We get along fine."

Li Wei shot another look at Liu Qing chatting with a salesperson, annoyance flickering in his voice. "Oh-ho, ‘son’! Hiding a secret lover from me? ‘Getting along’ doesn’t sound *that* innocent!"

Xiao Feng spat. "Pfft—get lost! Stop teasing. Go walk with *your* girlfriend."

Just then, Liu Qing called from inside: "Feng! I can’t carry all these bags—come help!"

Xiao Feng waved Li Wei off and hurried in—not to help *her*, but to grab *his own* bags.

Li Wei stared at the mountain of shopping bags (shirts, pants, boots) in their hands. Surprise flashed in his eyes. He stepped back, checked the store sign—yep, high-end *men’s* wear.

*Xiao Feng’s family isn’t poor… but this? Tens of thousands easy. Did he win the lottery?*

He turned to the girl on his arm. "Babe, wait sec. Gotta talk to my bro." Without waiting, he pulled Xiao Feng—laden with over a dozen bags—to the side.

"Damn, man! Hit the lottery? Buying *all* this?"

Xiao Feng chuckled dryly. "You know me. Could I afford this? Lottery? I *wish*."

Li Wei glanced at Liu Qing watching them, puzzled. "Wait… are you being kept by a rich woman *again*?"

A dark vein throbbed on Xiao Feng’s temple. "You’re the one being kept! And what’s with the *‘again’*?!"

Li Wei sighed dramatically. "Xiao Feng… you’ve changed. Juggling two rich women behind my back? Both gorgeous? I’m *so* jealous!"

*Smack!*

Xiao Feng slapped his arm. "Don’t lump me with you, scumbag! It’s a *purely platonic* friendship!"

Li Wei smirked. "Yeah, right. I’d believe that when pigs fly. You shameless flirt."

"Scram! Go entertain your girlfriend!" Xiao Feng snapped, clearly annoyed.

Li Wei ignored him, voice dripping with mock tragedy: "Ugh—I *hate* rich people! Yet fate’s cruel… why was I born to *become* what I despise? Being kept is *my* dream! How do you pull it off so easy—with *two* types? A rich lolita *and* a wealthy mature beauty?!" He sighed again, utterly defeated by life’s injustice.

Xiao Feng just stared. *This clown… even his pretentiousness is weirdly refreshing. Hating rich people while living the rich life? Have you no shame?*

"Shoo! I don’t even know what’s in your head all day." Waving dismissively, Xiao Feng turned away. No more entertaining this goof. He grabbed the bags and walked back to Liu Qing—who was already waiting with her own load. *Not cool to keep a girl holding all this while I chat.*