Zheng Yuanxi has been in a great mood lately.

He might not have realized it himself, but from Jian Shuning’s observations, he seemed to be quite pleased with himself, like a horse galloping with the spring breeze.

Is it because his company’s business is going well? Jian Shuning knows that since the beginning of this year, Zheng Yuanxi has successively secured two major partnerships, gradually expanding the business into Southeast Asia. It’s easy to imagine that this year’s revenue has the potential to reach new heights.

Or is it because his previously dry and uneventful love life finally shows signs of spring?

Jian Shuning would bet that Du Qingshuo is definitely one of the reasons why Zheng Yuanxi is smiling more often.

Ever since she invited Du Qingshuo over for dinner, Du Qingshuo has returned the favor several times. Not only have Jian Shuning and Du Qingshuo become good friends, but Zheng Yuanxi has also established a warm friendship with this neighbor and subordinate.

Both of them are Go enthusiasts, and when they have free time, they play a game, competing with each other and deepening their understanding of each other in the process.

Occasionally, Du Qingshuo also goes for a morning swim, which becomes Zheng Yuanxi’s eye candy time. He never hides his admiration for her stunning figure.

Hmph, men are all perverts!

Jian Shuning silently concludes, unable to describe the feeling that lingers in her chest…

“What are you daydreaming about?” A clear male voice teases, snapping her out of her daze.

Jian Shuning blinks and looks at Zheng Yuanxi, who has a smile on his face.

He really is in a good mood. In the past, when they were in Tainan, if she asked him to go shopping at the supermarket, he would definitely put on an impatient, cool expression. But today, he is so friendly and kind.

“Aren’t you going to take out the shopping list you made?”

Not only is he accompanying her to shop, but he is also actively participating—this is so unlike him!

Jian Shuning pouts, silently snorts, and slowly takes out a shopping list from her pocket, unfolding it just as slowly.

The supermarket is bustling with people. Zheng Yuanxi stands with her in front of the daily necessities shelf. Although he is dressed in a simple T-shirt and casual pants, with a thin denim shirt over them, it cannot hide his tall and muscular physique. With his handsome face, he attracts the admiring glances of many women.

He seems to notice that he has become a magnet for attention, and the smile on his lips becomes even more proud.

Jian Shuning finally opens the shopping list, and Zheng Yuanxi snatches it away, reading it aloud.

“Tissues, dishcloth, hand soap, shampoo, sanitary pads…”

He suddenly chokes.

Jian Shuning also feels her face heat up, glaring at him reproachfully as she snatches the shopping list back.

Zheng Yuanxi awkwardly coughs a couple of times. “Um, you wrote it quite detailed.”

“Of course, it has to be detailed! You always complain that I’m dumb. If I don’t write it down in detail, I might forget something, and then you’ll scold me for being careless.” Jian Shuning looks aggrieved.

Zheng Yuanxi laughs, probably because he is in a good mood, and doesn’t argue with Jian Shuning. Instead, he reaches out and ruffles her hair. “I know, I won’t scold you. You did well, good girl.”

He praises her for being good?

Jian Shuning’s cheeks flush with a mix of shyness and joy. Her brother rarely speaks to her like this! The gesture of ruffling her hair seems to carry a hint of affection.

Her heart races, and she doesn’t dare to look at him. She compares the shopping list with the items on the shelf, putting them one by one into the shopping cart.

When they reach the shampoo shelf, Zheng Yuanxi casually picks up a bottle, but Jian Shuning quickly stops him. “Brother, didn’t you say a few days ago that your hair has been getting oily lately? Using the same shampoo all the time isn’t good. Why don’t you try this one?” She picks up another brand of shampoo. “I researched online, and many people highly recommend this one. It’s very effective for oil control, and it has the mint scent you like.”

Zheng Yuanxi looks at her in surprise.

Actually, it didn’t matter to him which brand of shampoo he used; he just habitually picked the one he usually used. He hadn’t expected her to notice such small details for him.

He felt a warmth in his heart and smiled slightly. “Okay, let’s use the one you recommend.”

Seeing that he had accepted her suggestion, Jian Shuning smiled sweetly, her cheeks flushing pink, looking as cute as a porcelain doll.

He stared at her, feeling his heart skip a beat for a moment.

But of course… it must have been his imagination.

This girl was just his little sister, a cute and innocent one like a Russian doll, far from the image of the ideal goddess in his mind.

He couldn’t possibly have any feelings for her!

It must be his imagination…

“Brother, which hand soap do you think is better?”

A sweet voice rang out, snapping Zheng Yuanxi out of his thoughts. He realized that Jian Shuning had already moved to another shelf.

She was choosing hand soap, carefully comparing prices, with a very serious expression, as if the difference of a few dollars would make a huge impact.

“Why are you choosing so carefully? Hand soap is just hand soap, it doesn’t matter if it’s a few dollars more or less.”

“Brother is a big boss, of course, he doesn’t understand the struggles of us small-time women who have to pinch pennies to get by,” she retorted.

Zheng Yuanxi shrugged. He indeed didn’t understand.

In his view, rather than wasting time on comparing prices, it would be better to think about how to make the company more profitable.

After choosing the hand soap, the two of them pushed the shopping cart around a corner and arrived at the shelf displaying sanitary pads.

This time, Zheng Yuanxi felt embarrassed.

He, a grown man, was accompanying a woman to choose sanitary pads—how awkward! Especially since this girl loved to compare prices, who knows how long she would take.

“Um, you take your time choosing, I’ll go look around over there,” he said, pointing to the shelf displaying kitchen items across the way. Jian Shuning wasn’t dumb enough to not notice his discomfort and nodded understandingly.

Zheng Yuanxi quickly slipped away.

Jian Shuning watched his retreating figure and chuckled.

After a while, she turned her attention back to choosing sanitary pads—night use, day use, panty liners… Women had it tough, having to buy so many different types of sanitary pads for their periods.