Chapter 15: Chosen Wife
After walking out of the coffee shop, the familiar BYD was long gone. He Huanhuan turned and walked toward the side of the road.
Having just swindled thirty-eight bucks, she could afford to take a cab.
She pulled out her phone, ready to check how much it would cost to get home.
Liang Ye rushed out holding coffee, chasing after her: "Where are you going?"
"Home."
Liang Ye ran up beside her, panting: "Aren't we going to eat together?"
He Huanhuan lowered her phone and looked at him in disbelief: "Are you sick? Us? Eat together?"
She had just tricked him with that spit-laced coffee and swindled him out of thirty-eight bucks.
And now they were supposed to eat together?
Was he out of his mind?
Liang Ye bit his lip, a flush of unnatural red appearing on his face: "You didn't even drink the coffee, and we didn't eat a single meal during the blind date. If I go home like this, my brother will scold me."
Because he was cheap and insisted on splitting the bill on blind dates, his family had already chewed him out endlessly.
If they found out today he hadn't even managed to split the bill and had driven the girl away, he really would get cursed out when he got home.
He stuck close to He Huanhuan: "How about we split a meal, okay? Once we finish, I can at least have something to report when I get home."
He Huanhuan gave him a look like she'd grown a second head: "Are you sick, or am I sick?"
Why would she eat with him?
With that money, wouldn't she rather get a bowl of spicy hotpot?
Too lazy to deal with him, she opened her phone to call a car. After entering her destination, a glaring eighty-seven bucks popped up.
She almost fainted on the spot.
Eighty-seven!
Damn Old Mr. Gu!
Why did he have to buy a house in such a remote place?
Putting away her phone, she forced a smile and turned to Liang Ye: "Splitting the bill is fine, but I get to decide where we eat."
Liang Ye's eyes lit up: "Deal!"
It didn't matter where they ate—it was all on his brother's card anyway, not his money.
He Huanhuan patted his shoulder: "After we eat, you drive me home."
Liang Ye frowned: "Can't you take a cab yourself?"
"What's the big deal if you give me a ride?"
He Huanhuan was speechless. If she could afford a cab, would she be asking him to drive her?
Use your eyes!
Even Han Mo was better than this.
Liang Ye looked at her pitifully: "I don't have a car."
"Huh?"
He Huanhuan was shocked: "Why don't you have a car?"
Wasn't he a second-generation rich kid? How could a second-generation rich kid not have a car?
How was he supposed to show off then?
The answer: he didn't show off.
Which flashy member of the rich second generation would split the bill on a date?
This question hit Liang Ye right where it hurt. His eyes lit up instantly, and he started rambling excitedly to He Huanhuan about his philosophy.
"A car hits the road costing how much? Even a cheap one costs at least one or two hundred thousand, right?"
"I live in the city center. My monthly cab fare doesn't exceed five hundred. You do the math: with one hundred thousand, how many years can I take cabs?"
He pumped his fists excitedly: "Twenty years! Twenty whole years!"
...
"Do you even know how to be a rich kid?"
He Huanhuan had never seen a rich second-generation kid so messed up. He wouldn't even buy a car for a hundred thousand.
Unbelievable!
Know how to be a rich kid?
If he didn't, let her do it!
She forgot she was the one who threw up every time she got into a luxury car.
Those two were six of one, half a dozen of the other.
Seeing how worked up Liang Ye was, He Huanhuan didn't need to guess—there was no way this guy would spend the money to drive her home.
Let him just die from being stingy.
Fine, fine. She'd head to the spicy hotpot place first.
She opened the map and picked a shop nearby.
Liang Ye still followed her every step, dead set on splitting a meal with her.
Spicy hotpot was the kind of thing where everyone picked their own stuff. If he wanted to follow, He Huanhuan couldn't be bothered to stop him.
Entering the shop, she skillfully grabbed herself a bowl and went to pay.
Only after paying did she notice Liang Ye staring at her with shining eyes, as if she were some kind of rare treasure.
Her heart skipped a beat. Damn, she had a bad feeling about this!
Sure enough, Liang Ye came closer, eyes full of hearts: "You're so good at saving money! Let's get married!"
Huh?
He Huanhuan's jaw almost dropped. What had she even done?
All she did was eat some spicy hotpot.
"Do you have a disorder?"
How many times had she said that today?
Liang Ye looked at her blissfully: "You only spend twenty bucks on a meal. You're perfect for me! Really!"
In all these years of blind dates, today was the cheapest he'd ever spent!
Before, when he ate out, the women would pick those high-end places.
Michelin three-star, private chef reservations...
Every meal would cost a few thousand.
He Huanhuan only spent twenty bucks on a meal!
That was so economical! She was the wife he'd been searching for!
He blinked, gazing at her deeply: "I can eat spicy hotpot with you every day."
He Huanhuan: "Split the bill?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"Mm-hmm, my ass."
He Huanhuan flipped him off: "I'd rather eat with Han Mo than with you."
Han Mo at least paid for her meals!
"Han Mo?"
Liang Ye was annoyed: "Isn't he off eating French food with your sister? He and I aren't from the same world. You and I are the perfect match."
He slurped a loud mouthful of noodles from his spicy hotpot—delicious! Why had he never discovered such cheap goodness before?
"Look how much I'm enjoying this."
He showed off to He Huanhuan: "I bet that Han Mo could never eat spicy hotpot."
People like Han Mo—one look and he knew, same stubborn attitude as his own brother.
Guys like that would never eat spicy hotpot with He Huanhuan.
But he was different. He just hadn't known about this cheap delicacy before.
Now that he did, he could eat it for life!
He winked at He Huanhuan: "Eat it with you for life~"
...
He Huanhuan felt that even spicy hotpot had lost its appeal.
She lowered her head, wolfed down the rest of her bowl, and quickly made her escape.
Liang Ye was even more satisfied. Wow, she didn't waste food either!
That was his wife!
He hurriedly finished his own bowl and followed her out.
He Huanhuan walked for a whole street, and he followed every step of the way.
Annoyed beyond belief, she finally turned around: "Why are you following me?"
Liang Ye smiled shyly: "I'm on a date with you~"
Street-strolling—the cheapest kind of date. He loved it.
He Huanhuan was completely done. If she had money, she would have hailed a cab and left on the spot.
But she didn't, so she could only stomp away on foot.
She walked. She walked. She walked like a madwoman.
For a whole hour, Liang Ye still followed her with a grin.
Even more, the surprise in his eyes was so full it was about to spill over.
He praised her happily: "You've got great stamina~ Let's get married?"
People with good health rarely got sick. Not getting sick meant saving money.
Saving money meant... she was his wife!
...
He Huanhuan was out of ideas.
She slumped her face by the roadside, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a distant electric scooter slowly approaching.
The rider was a young, handsome guy. She quickly waved: "Hey, handsome! Can you give me a ride?"
The young guy saw her face and hesitantly rode over: "Where are you going?"
He Huanhuan plopped down behind him: "Anywhere, just get me out of here!"
She had to shake off that idiot Liang Ye!
"Free ride?"
Liang Ye's world was blown open by He Huanhuan: "That's how you can get a ride?"
Wow, what kind of extravagant life had he been living before?
"I want a ride too!"
He happily ran over, trying to squeeze in behind He Huanhuan.
Disgusted, He Huanhuan frantically tapped the young guy: "Quick, quick, quick! Go, go!"
The electric scooter zoomed off in an instant, leaving Liang Ye feeling wronged as he chased after it. "I haven't even gotten on yet!"