Chapter 203: Fashion Expert
In the Trading Building, where various high-society elites gather, it is also one of the prime spots for men to hunt for beauties, but Nangong Bing’s charm undoubtedly became one of the building’s most stunning attractions.
Along the way, who knows how many beasts with trousers on were attracted, but the only thing that made these beasts uncontrollably yell was that Lin Zifeng, this shameless scallion, actually intervened.
You, a bumpkin so uncouth you’re practically falling apart, actually managed to do something so sleazy and disgusting, truly a disaster of this world.
And this chief culprit among the beasts even had a provocative look on his face, flipping off the surrounding well-off young masters with his middle finger, acting like he was born to be beaten.
Especially when this beast giggled and scurried up to Nangong Bing asking to give her a massage! Whether this guy was kissing up or taking the opportunity to cop a feel, it was anyone’s guess.
But the only thing the surrounding male beasts could agree on was that Lin Zifeng was blatantly provoking them.
"Ah, ah... this feels so good."
However, to their great surprise, under the skilled fingers of Lin Zifeng, Nangong Bing sat in a resting area, moaning tenderly, emitting groans that would make those sleazy men wet their pants, almost like an injection of excitement.
Hearing Nangong Bing repeatedly praise how comfortable it was, Lin Zifeng even more intensively manipulated his movements, and soon Nangong Bing was almost crying out with comfort. It was unknown what this guy had done before, but he displayed such superb massaging skills, even better and more refreshing than the professional female technicians at the women’s club Nangong Bing visited every week.
Watching Lin Zifeng’s rough fingers repeatedly press on Nangong Bing’s fragrant shoulders, passing male beasts couldn’t help but curse how lawless he was, daring to do such shady activities in a public area of the mall thick with people. Yet, what they wished for more was that the man massaging Nangong Bing were themselves.
As more and more men gathered around, Nangong Bing, who had only wanted to find a less crowded spot to rest, didn’t expect to attract such a crowd.
Suddenly, Nangong Bing’s pretty face blushed.
She quickly gathered her bag and headed deeper into the Trading Building.
Lin Zifeng felt nothing uneasy about it, nor did he blush, picking up the clothes Nangong Bing bought for him and happily following her, oblivious to the numerous piercing gazes along the way.
About ten minutes later, the couple took a crystal-clear elevator up nearly a dozen floors, where Nangong Bing, aloof and stylish, entered a high-end cosmetics store, while Lin Zifeng, naturally having nothing to do and a bit embarrassed to accompany a woman to a cosmetics shop, started wandering around the Trading Building like a country bumpkin in a big city.
"Miss, do you have a sample of L’Oreal’s female facial oil?"
Nangong Bing elegantly approached a boutique store for women’s products.
Under the bright lights all around, Nangong Bing stood out like a Heavenly Immortal descending to earth, causing some prudish women with a hint of beauty to hang their heads in inferiority upon seeing her. These women, usually garish with heavy makeup, seemed not on the same level as Nangong Bing at all.
No matter how ornate their makeup, they could not compare to the natural beauty of a porcelain complexion, the contrast was too great.
Wherever Nangong Bing went, she was absolutely the center of attention for men, turning heads, and even some women felt envious and resentful.
Nangong Bing was wearing a simple professional outfit today, which accentuated her stunning, ice-cool beauty, making those men with low sexual desire start drooling.
It was truly a sight that stirred one’s emotions.
The lady at the counter was initially stunned by Nangong Bing’s beautiful face for a few minutes, but she soon displayed a professional smile and began introducing everything to Nangong Bing one by one.
A woman, regardless of whether she is wealthy, is a capital of wealth if she is beautiful.
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At this moment, a male animal who had noticed Nangong Bing’s presence from afar walked up confidently.
Dressed in the most fashionable style from France this year, and exuding a money-smelling charm from head to toe, he approached her politely and genteelly.
His face was adorned with a slightly mature stubble, and his short, stylish haircut gave him the air of a successful upper-class man.
"Miss, cleansing oil is generally used only for those with greasy skin. Seeing that your skin is smooth and elastic, you probably don’t need this type of cleansing oil. If the beautiful miss listens to my words, I would like to introduce a facial cleansing cream that’s particularly popular in France this year. It not only removes dead skin but also repairs the skin. Although it’s not necessarily suitable for the general public, it has always been a top seller in France, and the choice of the masses can be trusted," he said.
His fluent speech indeed brightened Nangong Bing’s eyes.
Especially this man in front of her, who was grand without being frivolous. His polite and gentlemanly attitude made Nangong Bing reassess him from a new perspective. At least, this man, in terms of appearance and aura, was certainly not comparable to that scoundrel Lin Zifeng.
What particularly captivated Nangong Bing was that this young gentleman’s eyes were very bright, as if being stared at by a fierce beast, seemingly seeing through all the little thoughts in her heart with clarity.
His body faintly exuded a world-weary charm as if it held a thousand untold stories and secrets unknown to others.
"Oh? You know so much about women’s cleansing oil?" Nangong Bing raised her arched eyebrows slightly, casting a thoughtful glance, though her inherent coldness hadn’t changed much.
For men, the more imperious a woman is, the more they feel driven to conquer her, which in turn stirs the deepest exploratory desires in their hearts.
"Hehe, beautiful miss, you might not know this, but this is the well-known French fashion editor, Qiao Bu’en. All fashion-related subjects in our Trading Building are meticulously planned by Master Qiao Bu’en," informed the clerk in a tone full of admiration, attempting to gain Qiao Bu’en’s favor, but unfortunately, although the clerk looked appealing, she wasn’t Qiao Bu’en’s type.
Nangong Bing’s beautiful and cold face finally showed a hint of confusion. As the highest director of Tianyu, she had some insight into the industry, but she had never heard of the emerging profession of a fashion