Chapter 16: I Am Richer Than Your Uncle

When Sang Fuying arrived, Yuan Feiye had already extinguished his cigarette and instead opened the door for her with a courteous smile. “Please come aboard, my noble princess.”

His long, slender fingers rested on the edge of the doorframe, and his striking brows and eyes were softened by a gentle, gentlemanly warmth, presenting an image of refined elegance.

This time, he opened the door to the co-pilot’s seat.

“Thank you, Brother Yuan.” Sang Fuying stepped past him into the cabin, her hair inevitably brushing against his wrist.

There was a faint scent of tobacco on him, but it was mild and not unpleasant.

Fortunately, this body was normal; her original self couldn’t bear even the slightest whiff of smoke.

Once she was seated, Yuan Feiye bent down to fasten her seatbelt.

His nose was close to her neck, catching a faint fragrance—the very scent that could unsettle Sang Yao.

She wondered if she sprayed that perfume daily. Whether on the black market or the legitimate one, she hadn’t heard of any product that could make a defective female emit such a seductive aroma to attract males.

Yuan Feiye’s overly meticulous care made Sang Fuying uneasy. She had never been so close to a strange man before. During school days, her uncle had repeatedly warned her to maintain proper distance from male classmates and never cross boundaries.

Yet in this interstellar world, Earth was considered an ancient civilization. This place was far more open, with no expectations of female chastity. After all, with many more males than females, one female could marry multiple males.

“Tonight, we won’t have dinner at home. Let’s eat out. Is there anything you want?” Yuan Feiye asked, opening a diffuser that slowly filled the air with the scent of orange blossom. “There might be some smoke smell on me; I hope you don’t mind the fragrance.”

“I don’t mind. I’m fine with anything for dinner.”

“What do you usually like?”

Sang Fuying answered honestly, “I like desserts that look beautiful.”

So all young females liked pretty things?

“Alright, I got it.”

Yuan Feiye took Sang Fuying to the Empire Central Mall. Seeing the towering skyscrapers, she couldn’t help but exclaim.

They were even more magnificent and awe-inspiring than those she had seen in sci-fi movies.

The girl’s amazed expression caused Yuan Feiye to wonder, “Hasn’t your uncle ever brought you here?”

Surprise froze on Sang Fuying’s face.

How could she possibly know whether her uncle had brought her here or not?

Before she could think of a reply, Yuan Feiye continued, “Then again, I work every day while he’s here. When I get off, he still hasn’t left. He’s so dedicated to his job, he probably never takes the time to bring you out to play.”

Sang Fuying quietly breathed a sigh of relief—no need to find an excuse herself.

She had to be careful not to reveal anything, to avoid appearing too fascinated by everything in this world.

Yuan Feiye led her into the mall and headed straight for the women’s clothing section.

She intended to buy some clothes suitable for everyday wear.

Judging from her Earth shopping experiences, the clothes here were likely all luxury brands—very expensive.

But it seemed the money her uncle gave her was enough to buy quite a few items.

“Pick whatever you like; I’ll cover it,” Yuan Feiye said calmly as he walked beside her.

“No, it’s fine. My uncle gave me money.” Using others’ money didn’t feel right.

Yuan Feiye cast her a sidelong look, his fox-like eyes shimmering with charm and mischief. “Your uncle is your uncle, but I’m me. Don’t worry about spending—I have more money than your uncle.”

Inside the system space, Xiao Bu couldn’t help but complain: [Host, this male fox is such a poser! Since he came knocking on our door, we must take advantage of it!]

Sang Fuying firmly opposed Xiao Bu, “No, even if he’s richer than my uncle, it’s still his money, not mine. Besides, he’s been nice to me twice already.”

Xiao Bu retorted: [Still, who knows what his intentions are?]

As a responsible system, he didn’t want his host to be lured away by a charming male fox.

“Probably not,” Sang Fuying whispered, observing Yuan Feiye carefully.

Xiao Bu called him a male fox for good reason. At first glance, Sang Fuying had thought of a fox spirit—especially with that striking, yet tasteful, bright reddish hair and that exquisitely alluring face.

Noticing Sang Fuying staring, Yuan Feiye lowered his gaze and met her eyes again. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

She found herself caught in a pair of radiant, glassy pink eyes. The smile within them was as clear and soft as a pearl’s glow, dangerously enticing her to lose herself.

In the system space, Xiao Bu spat quietly: [What a pair of eyes that look devoted even to dogs!]

Sang Fuying was snapped out of her trance by Xiao Bu’s outburst. “Are you calling me a dog...?”

Xiao Bu quickly clarified: [No, that’s not what I meant! Don’t read too much into it, host! I was just complaining about this male fox!]

He could guarantee this male fox was unpopular among the males, especially in a world where females were few and males many.

Because males despised those who looked like fox spirits and were used to seducing females!

Feeling a bit guilty, Sang Fuying avoided Yuan Feiye’s gaze and shook her head. “No, I was just wondering—why is it that you and my uncle are colleagues, but while he comes home late every day, you have time to go out at this hour?”

Yuan Feiye’s eyes curved into a smile. “Who told you I love work less than he does?”

“This store’s clothes look suitable for you. Want to try some on? Pick a few everyday outfits. It’s inconvenient to wear little skirts every day at school,” Yuan Feiye said patiently, pointing at a luxurious women’s boutique.

The styles inside were much more practical, unlike the flashy dresses in her wardrobe.

Sang Fuying casually selected a few well-fitting sets. When she took out the card Sang Yao gave her, Yuan Feiye had already paid ahead.

He took the shopping bags and said, “Since you’ve chosen everyday clothes, let’s go look at some pretty dresses you like, upstairs.”

Sang Fuying declined politely. “No need. I don’t usually like those, and I already have plenty in my wardrobe.”

Yuan Feiye found this puzzling.

Didn’t she usually like to wear flashy dresses? When he chatted with Sang Yao out of boredom, Sang Yao complained that she loved tacky things and was fond of dressing herself up flamboyantly.

Now he suspected Sang Yao might be deliberately sullying his niece’s reputation in public, jealous of her beauty and wanting to get closer to her himself.

Come to think of it, if she wanted to seduce a powerful male away from Sang Yao, that would explain everything.