A Divine Farmer

Chapter 123 - Buckles Were Fastened in the Fitting Room

The elegant curves, combined with Chen Yaru's deliberate allure, left Zhang Xiaoloong mesmerized.

He quickly regained composure and smiled, saying, “How could I do that? You're the manager at Yuanbo. If I poach you, Uncle Chen will definitely come knocking.”

“Don't worry about that. First, tell me whether I'm qualified to be the manager of your beverage factory,” Chen Yaru insisted.

“Absolutely,” Zhang Xiaoloong praised earnestly. “Having a talented and beautiful manager like you would be a dream come true. It would be a disservice if the beverage factory didn't thrive.”

Hearing his assessment made Chen Yaru blush, her charm unmistakable. “Then it's decided. From now on, I'm the manager of your beverage factory, and you can't hire anyone else to compete with me.”

Zhang Xiaoloong only then realized she wasn't joking. “But what about Yuanbo?”

“Yuanbo has my father to handle things, and I can still manage its matters whenever time allows,” Chen Yaru replied, stepping closer. Their breaths mingled. “You're not worried that I'd misuse my role to benefit Yuanbo, are you?”

“Haha…” Zhang Xiaoloong laughed, “If that's a concern, I might as well not take on anything.”

“Relax, I’m in your factory now. I'm loyal to you. I’ll never reveal company secrets or betray you unless it's something mutually beneficial with your consent,” Chen Yaru said, her tone more like a confession.

While not particularly romantic, her words moved Zhang Xiaoloong deeply.

From the start, Chen Yaru had done her utmost to support him with her skills. Now, she was even willing to leave the familiar comforts of Yuanbo to help him further.

“Thank you, Yaru,” Zhang Xiaoloong said gently yet solemnly. “I, Zhang Xiaoloong, will never forget the help you gave me!”

Perhaps it was the first time he'd used such a tender tone. Chen Yaru was momentarily dazed, her eyes misting with tears. That one sentence made her feel that everything she'd done was worth it.

“Girls are truly made of water,” Zhang Xiaoloong observed, shaking his head. He reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. “Why are you crying?”

Such a small gesture was like piercing a dam. Chen Yaru threw herself into his arms, and the tears flowed freely.

“Go ahead and cry if you want. Who told you to ignore me before…” He might not have felt it earlier, but now, all the suppressed emotions came rushing back.

Zhang Xiaoloong realized that from the very beginning, Chen Yaru had clearly shown her interest in him, but he hadn't reciprocated in the slightest. He had remained completely composed.

Although Chen Yaru hadn't changed, when she finally received a response, she couldn't control herself anymore.

This time, Zhang Xiaoloong didn't shy away. He felt genuinely moved and gently hugged her, whispering in her ear, “It's okay to cry now, but this time will be the last. I won't let you cry again!”

Chen Yaru cried upon hearing this but soon laughed through her tears. She rolled her eyes at him, saying, “You silly blockhead, so you can actually say such sweet things!”

Zhang Xiaoloong scratched his head and replied earnestly, “But I meant every word.”

“Yes,” Chen Yaru answered, squeezing tightly into his embrace. She felt this was the happiest moment of her life.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoloong wiped her tears with a tissue and playfully tapped her nose. “Alright, little cat, shall we head home now?”

“No way! You haven't gone shopping with me yet!” Chen Yaru immediately protested.

Zhang Xiaoloong looked at the bags nearly overflowing from the car and thought, Where did all these things come from if we didn't shop?

But he held his tongue, understanding what she was thinking.

Most of the things he'd bought before were because Chen Yaru had insisted he come along. Back then, he considered her just a friend, but that had since changed.

“Alright,” Zhang Xiaoloong said, holding her hand. “Think of this as my first gift to you.”

Holding his hand, Chen Yaru felt like her heart was soaring but quickly returned to her usual playful self. “Okay, but this time I want you to help me choose.”

“No problem!” Zhang Xiaoloong agreed without hesitation.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Xiaoloong stood in a women's lingerie store, blushing and scratching his head at the overwhelming display of lingerie.

He had only intended to buy a small gift to symbolize their relationship, but choosing among these items in front of him was quite embarrassing.

“Didn't you say you'd help me choose?” Chen Yaru giggled beside him, seemingly enjoying the sight of his flushed face.

“But… but I don't know anything about this,” Zhang Xiaoloong pleaded.

With a slight blush, Chen Yaru leaned close and whispered softly in his ear, “Which one would you like to see me wear?”

Zhang Xiaoloong's heart raced, and his gaze was drawn to the other person's elegant curves, as if their clothing had vanished, revealing only white skin and nearly transparent lingerie in the shop.

“Which one do you want to wear? It will look great!” Zhang Xiaoloong said with a sly glimmer in his eyes.

“Oh, stop it!” Chen Yaru playfully tapped him and said coyly, “I want you to help me pick out a set.”

The passionate excitement in Zhang Xiaoloong's heart eased his earlier discomfort. He took a set of light purple lace lingerie from the rack—an extremely provocative design—and handed it to Chen Yaru.

Chen Yaru glanced at the lingerie and bit her lip playfully before pulling him toward the fitting room.

Standing outside the fitting room, Zhang Xiaoloong could hear the soft rustling of clothes being removed, stirring a strong urge to peek inside.

In terms of physique, Lu Xiaoya was somewhat slender, and Yang Jingjing had a more balanced figure. But aside from the mysterious “Ice Mountain” policewoman Ye Mei, Chen Yaru, inside the fitting room, was undoubtedly the most alluring and voluptuous.

If she wore that lace ensemble, her striking figure and delicate features would surely cause any man to feel a nosebleed coming on.

“Xiaoloong,” Chen Yaru whispered as she peeked through a small crack in the fitting room door, “The back buttons aren't fastened, could you come help me?”

Was this his lucky moment?

Zhang Xiaoloong looked around nervously. Seeing no one paying attention to him, he quickly slipped through the door.

In the past, he would never have assisted with something like this. But now that their relationship had been established, his mindset had shifted significantly.

It was like a traditional mentality: before purchasing something, he would handle it cautiously out of concern for others, but now that he had decided on it and would definitely buy it, he felt no guilt in touching or admiring it. Instead, it became a truly enjoyable experience.

At this moment, Chen Yaru stood with her back to him, wearing only lace lingerie, her flawless form fully exposed before him.