The shop assistant hesitated for a moment and subconsciously said, "Didn’t you see the sign at the door saying ’No returns or exchanges after payment’? Go away, get lost, I don’t have time to deal with you." With that, he waved his hand impatiently. The woman was taken aback, then suddenly grabbed him by the collar. Although she looked skinny, she was quite strong, and the shop assistant was suddenly yanked forward. "What are you doing?" "You’d better honestly hand over the inkstone or I’ll smash your shop." Her tone was fierce, which startled the shop assistant. "Sold it? Sold it to whom?" the woman shouted exaggeratedly. The shop assistant held his head. "A young couple, they just left before you came..." "You..." The woman angrily kicked the counter, ran to the door to take a look, but the street was empty, no one in sight. She ran back to drag the shop assistant by the collar again, pulling him towards the door. "If you don’t get that inkstone back for me today, I’ll smash your shop." The shop assistant was about to cry without tears. "How am I supposed to find it among the sea of people? Isn’t this making things difficult for me? Besides, that inkstone isn’t even valuable..." The woman laughed angrily. "You actually say it’s not valuable? And you call yourself an antique shop owner! This is our family heirloom that’s been passed down for hundreds of years, Qing Yongzheng’s End Stone Liugeng Inkstone. Do you think it’s valuable?" As she spoke, her chest heaved violently, clearly very angry. The shop assistant looked bewildered, suspecting he had misheard. "What did you say?" The woman turned around, sat down boldly on the customer chair, and said, "Call your manager out here. If they don’t get the object back for me, none of you can expect to get away with this easily." The shop assistant plopped down onto the floor, feeling doomed... Ji Yunya heard Yan Song say that Uncle San loves collecting calligraphy and paintings, that nothing good could be found on the market, so he decided to let Uncle Chang gather some valuable paintings for a gift. Then the two headed to the mall to prepare gifts for Aunt Zhuang and the ladies of the Yan Family. Ji Yunya listened carefully as Yan Song introduced each family member, choosing gifts based on each individual’s personality and preferences. Yan Song said it wasn’t necessary; there were so many people, giving gifts to everyone would be too expensive. Besides, why should his wife give them gifts? "Brother Yan, it’s my first time visiting your family, preparing meeting gifts is the right thing to do." Yan Song had no choice but to comply. After a round of shopping, it turned out to be quite a costly venture. Every time Yan Song tried to pay, he was stopped by Ji Yunya. Finally, the two of them returned home with a substantial haul. They passed by a supermarket and decided to take a stroll through it. Yan Song said he would personally cook dinner and bought a lot of groceries, including a lively, jumping fish. They walked hand in hand through the supermarket, selecting items, occasionally whispering to each other. They looked just like the most ordinary couple, except Yan Song’s handsome appearance attracted the attention of many women, which made Ji Yunya feel both proud and uncomfortable. She couldn’t help but hold onto his arm tightly, declaring her ownership. Google seaʀᴄh n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net Ji Yunya’s face was wrapped in a scarf, with only her eyes showing, making it hard for anyone to recognize her. Otherwise, the two of them would have made headlines. They bought a big bag full of things, and Yan Song carried it easily, walking beside Ji Yunya. By the time they left the supermarket, it was already dark. The plaza in front of the supermarket was lit up with neon lights, decorating the entire space with a dreamy, illusory vibe. The cool night wind blew against them, lifting Ji Yunya’s scarf slightly. Her picture-perfect face beamed with the brightest smile as she suddenly leapt onto the man’s back. "Brother Yan, carry me!" Passersby caught a glimpse of this scene and turned their heads, seeing the girl’s crisp, bell-like laughter echoing under the sky. The man was carrying the heavy bags in both hands, the girl clinging to his back, as he bent slightly before straightening up with firm, resolute strides. His warm, indulgent voice drifted in the wind, intoxicating both the night and hearts. "You’re too skinny." Yan Song remarked with concern, feeling she weighed less than what he was carrying. Ji Yunya wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs clasped around his waist, and chuckled by his ear. "Can’t help it, even if I try to gain weight, I can’t. Being skinny is a real bother." "Hearing you say that would make a chubby person want to punch you." "Hehe, Brother Yan has some meat on his tummy," Ji Yunya teased, slipping her hand under his shirt from his armpit and giving it a squeeze. She felt Yan Song tense for a moment, her smile as mischievous as a cat that got the cream. "It’s muscle... Wow, abs! Let me feel how many packs..." "Ji Yunya, you’re playing with fire..." Yan Song’s voice came through gritted teeth. Her hand continued downward, hidden under the coat so no one could see what she was doing, but Yan Song’s breathing grew heavier. Passion simmered all the way along their walk.