Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man - Chapter 1212
Chapter 1212: Chapter 1212 Too Eye-Catching
As soon as Lu Jianan finished speaking, she saw another person following Xu Junfeng into the restaurant. He was a bit taller than Xu Junfeng, but his presence seemed to surpass Xu Junfeng’s by an unknown multitude.
The moment he entered, the small restaurant seemingly shrank considerably, making it feel like the space tightened and the ceiling lowered, leaving one gasping for breath.
A brief stiffness flashed across Lu Jianan’s soft smile, but she managed to disguise it well.
The person following Xu Junfeng was unfamiliar to her, but she definitely knew of him. With her status, she’d never met him in person, but the rumors about him were too numerous in her social circle, and coupled with the fact that he was with Xu Junfeng, she didn’t need to guess who he was.
Lu Jianan signaled with her eyes, “Why did you bring your Big Brother here?”
Xu Junfeng shrugged innocently.
Lu Jianan: “…”
Speechless.
“You invite me over just to come here?” Xu Junfeng looked around, clearly very disdainful, “Isn’t this too casual? Right now, the line of people wanting to take me out for a meal stretches to the Great Wall, and it wasn’t easy for me to come here.”
“Keep showing off,” Lu Jianan rolled her eyes, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the bag on Xu Junfeng’s back—a leading men’s chest pack from the Su brand—chic in design and exceptionally eye-catching on Xu Junfeng.
He was like that handsome, cool big boy who becomes damn charming when he smiles.
Noticing her gaze, Xu Junfeng boasted, “How about it? Looks good, doesn’t it? It’s a limited edition.”
“What limited edition?” Although Lu Jianan had looked through Su’s magazines, she didn’t pay much attention. She liked beautiful things and enjoyed shopping but didn’t expend too much energy on it.
“Anniversary limited edition, with only thirty available nationwide, and the one I have is one of them,” Xu Junfeng said.
Xu Junfeng sat down across from Lu Jianan, followed by Xu Xiyi, who also sat down expressionlessly, looking at Lu Jianan.
Being watched by him for no apparent reason, Lu Jianan was at a loss for what to say, so she pretended not to care and continued speaking with Xu Junfeng, “Only thirty? That must be in high demand, right?”
“Of course, it’s highly sought after; you can’t even buy it. I heard that the price on the black market has been inflated to three times the original cost,” Xu Junfeng clicked his tongue in amazement. “I don’t know what Su Wen is thinking; with orders queued up until next summer, she still doesn’t increase production.”
“It’s because scarcity is valued. Her brand is positioned as high-end luxury, serving only the top one-thousandth of customers, only for the chosen ones like you,” Lu Jianan explained, as she had a clear understanding of Su Wen’s philosophy from their previous conversation, and she admired it.
She was really curious about how Su Wen’s brain worked to come up with such a brilliant strategy.
“It suits your vibe very well.”
“That it does,” he wouldn’t settle for less.
“Let’s order,” Xu Xiyi suddenly interjected, his voice rich and slightly hoarse.
“Sure,” realizing why Xu Xiyi was staring at her as soon as he came in—to prompt her to order—Lu Jianan smiled politely at both men and got up to talk to the lady boss.
She was a regular customer of this small restaurant; despite its size, the taste was authentic and the dishes fresh. As someone who loved Sichuan cuisine, she would often sneak in alone. Because Song Zishan disliked Sichuan food, complaining that the flavor was too strong, it left one smelling like the meal.
Zishan didn’t like it and didn’t allow her to go, so she would sneak in alone every time. Now that the two had fallen out, she could come without hiding, which secretly relieved Lu Jianan.
