Chapter 421: The Awkward Performance Continues
Ye Wenxin felt increasingly awkward, unsure how to convincingly act out intimacy. She glanced at Long Qingyue, who also seemed hesitant about the supposed closeness. Perhaps neither knew how to properly express intimacy, or maybe they were both preoccupied with other thoughts. As they stood in the marketplace, their eyes locked, Long Qingyue held the flowers Xiao Zhang had given her, drawing the attention of onlookers who thought she might propose to Ye Wenxin.
The crowd grew, yet Long Qingyue remained still. Both felt uncomfortable, regretting their decision to act out this awkward scene together. Their deep familiarity made it difficult not to laugh at the absurdity. Long Qingyue seemed to have a similar thought, catching the curious gazes around them. She extended the flower toward Ye Wenxin.
"For you, Qingcheng."
Long Qingyue smiled, and Ye Wenxin mechanically accepted the flower, hearing discontented murmurs from the crowd, displeased with the anticlimax of just a flower gift.
"Young master, perhaps the lady isn't waiting for those words alone."
"Yes, see her longing eyes; she surely desires more love."
An old lady remarked, clearly stirring trouble. Ye Wenxin recognized her as Xiao Zhang in disguise, trying to spice up their performance.
Ye Wenxin remained unfazed, only showing a shy expression, gazing at Long Qingyue with tenderness. Her enchanting demeanor made it hard for onlookers to resist her charm.
People were captivated by Ye Wenxin’s allure, and Long Qingyue nearly broke into laughter, clenching her fists to keep composure, before sincerely joining the act, meeting the crowd’s expectations.
"Qingcheng, will you marry me?"
Cheers erupted, the spectators thrilled. Ye Wenxin chuckled and replied, "No."
Long Qingyue’s expression subtly shifted, puzzled by Ye Wenxin’s deviation from the script, but Ye Wenxin added, "It’s better if I take care of you."
Her words sparked envy, and one bold man asked, "Miss, I don’t want to strive anymore. Could you take me in?"
The man was ordinary-looking but cheerful, prompting more laughter. The crowd eagerly awaited Ye Wenxin’s response.
Ye Wenxin laughed, gently lifting Long Qingyue’s chin, "If you looked as good as this, I’d consider taking you home."
The crowd roared with laughter, the man unfazed, joining in the merriment.
Long Qingyue remained composed, feigning deep affection, "No, if you follow me, I will care for you, love you, cherish you." She smoothly entered her role, showering Ye Wenxin with sweet words.
The boos faded, replaced by clear admiration, assuming the pair was already a couple flaunting their affection. Ye Wenxin, not holding back, embraced Long Qingyue and kissed her cheek.
"Ah, the world is going downhill."
"How could they..."
Some women lamented, some men sighed, but Ye Wenxin continued smiling, seemingly unaware of her inappropriate behavior. However, she noticed Long Qingyue frowning for the first time, displeased with her actions.
