HRPM – Chapter 88 She’s infuriating (3)

Xiao Che let out a furious roar from deep within his chest: “Jin Luoluo, you damned woman—did you come here on purpose just to mock me?!”

“All that talk about being black-hearted, a dark overlord, killing without lifting a finger—every word out of your mouth sounds awful. You’re clearly here just to provoke me!”

Only then did Jin Luoluo realize he had exploded in anger. She hurriedly put on a wronged expression. “How can you say that? How could I possibly be mocking you on purpose? I made these clothes myself—why would I joke about my own hard work?”

So he actually saw through her teasing. She had originally intended to flatter him, but since this “jinx” was the person she disliked most, her compliments somehow twisted into insults halfway through. Still… scolding him earlier had felt pretty satisfying.

“You really made them yourself?” Xiao Che paused, his gaze falling on the exquisite garments in her hands.

Such intricate and luxurious robes required not only exceptional embroidery skills but also a great deal of time.

Jin Luoluo shamelessly replied, “Of course I made them. That’s how I show my sincerity.”

Of course she hadn’t made them—clothing was far too complicated. Even if she had the embroidery skills, she wouldn’t waste valuable time on something that didn’t make money.

“You certainly are sincere. But I won’t wear them.”

Xiao Che shot her a meaningful glance. This woman had finally revealed her true intentions.

Her words and actions—pretending to dislike him—were all an act, meant to seem different and attract his attention. Otherwise, why would she personally make clothes for him?

His heart gradually cooled, and he sneered inwardly. This Jin Luoluo was no different from those shallow women—drawn to him because of his power, status, and handsome looks.

She was just one of countless ordinary women.

He had once wanted to make her fall for him, only to torment her afterward.

But now that he believed she liked him, for some reason, a sense of disappointment suddenly rose in his heart.

“Why?”

She had already lowered herself to ask him, yet he refused to wear it. Damn it, this jinx really didn’t know what was good for him.

If it weren’t for his potential as a top-tier “model,” she would’ve long since kicked him to the curb.