When I woke up, he was looking at me, his bright eyes filled with doting and attachment.
The next afternoon, I was working at a convenience store. Ye Zhengchen sent a message saying he had something to do and wouldn’t pick me up that day. I was used to this and put away my phone.
At that moment, a female customer entered the store. From the instant she stepped in, I felt my eyes light up, forgetting the professional ‘Welcome’ as my gaze followed her pure and bright face.”
She had an extraordinary appearance, tall and graceful, with an ethereal temperament. Her innate elegance would make anyone sigh in admiration, showcasing her distinguished background, even without wearing a Chanel dress.
As I wondered why such a noble lady would come to our small convenience store, she casually selected some food items, including several cans of Asahi coffee-flavored beer, and walked to the counter. I bowed and said, “Hello, welcome. I’m happy to serve you.” She smiled and nodded, omitting the typical Japanese female courtesy.
When she pointed at the name on my chest, she asked, “Bo? Your last name is Bo?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I’m Chinese.” Her smile was warm and inviting.
“Me too!” she exclaimed, her voice smooth with a standard Mandarin tone.
I wasn’t surprised and rang up her items. “Did you make this?” she asked, pointing at the fried chicken bento in the glass case.
“Yes, just made,” I replied. “Would you like one?”
She considered for a moment and said, “Two, please.” I selected the two freshest ones and placed them in a bag. “Thank you, 6,100 yen.”
She opened her Hermès bag and looked inside, her gaze dimming slightly. “Sorry, I forgot my wallet.” “No problem!” I handed her the items. “You can pay next time.” “But…” “Don’t keep your boyfriend waiting too long,” I smiled and nodded at her. She seemed stunned, then lowered her eyes and smiled: “Thank you! I’ll bring it later.” “No rush.” I was certain she would return. After she left, her faint fragrance lingered, my favorite perfume J’adore.
