TVSFPAG -Chapter 100 Pink Is the Color Real Men Should Use

Song Yunfei changed into another outfit and went downstairs. Chu Jinhan had already brought the electric scooter to the entrance and was waiting.

Looking at the worn-out scooter, Song Yunfei couldn’t help but worry that one day it might fall apart while she was riding it.

An idea suddenly struck her, and she said with a smile, “How about we go look at electric scooters first? Since we can’t change the car yet, at least we should replace this one—it’s too old and shabby.”

This scooter had been sold as second-hand, but in reality, who knew how many hands it had passed through.

Chu Jinhan also examined the scooter in front of him. It really was a bit worn, so he agreed with her suggestion.

Song Yunfei smiled and got on.

Chu Jinhan took her to an electric scooter shop. They sold the old one, and after the owner inspected and evaluated it, they only offered 500 yuan.

That showed just how worn it was.

Chu Jinhan looked at her. “Pick whatever you like.”

Song Yunfei looked at the dazzling array of scooters, her eyes landing on a “granny-style” tricycle.

She couldn’t resist teasing him. “What do you think of this one?”

Chu Jinhan looked at the tricycle-style scooter. He hesitated several times, his reluctance clearly written on his face.

But after holding back for a long time, he only said, “If you like it, then buy it.”

His ever-changing expression made Song Yunfei laugh. “I was just teasing you—it’s slow and easy to get stuck in traffic. I think that one is nice.”

She pointed at a very cute pink electric scooter.

Chu Jinhan said, “If you like it, buy it.”

Song Yunfei was somewhat speechless. Whenever she discussed purchases with him, they never really led anywhere.

Since he insisted on being tight-lipped, she didn’t hold back either. “Alright then, we’ll take this one. It’s pretty nice. How much is it, boss?”

The shop owner said, “This one is 4,000 yuan. If you want it, I’ll give you a discount—3,800 yuan, plus one year of warranty and free registration.”

Song Yunfei nodded. The warranty wasn’t really necessary—they probably wouldn’t even use the scooter for a full year before Chu Jinhan returned to driving his Maybach.

They paid promptly and then went with the owner to register the vehicle.

After three hours, they finally had a brand-new electric scooter.

Song Yunfei tapped his arm and urged, “Come on, try sitting on it.”

Chu Jinhan looked at the pink scooter and remained silent for a long time, his entire body clearly resisting it.

Seeing this, Song Yunfei sat down herself, then turned back and patted the rear seat. “In that case, I’ll drive. You get on.”

After a bit of internal struggle, Chu Jinhan finally sat on the back.

The first thing he did after sitting down was put on the pink helmet.

Song Yunfei gave him a thumbs-up. “You’ve got a good sense of safety.”

“…Let’s go.”

Song Yunfei held back her laughter, responded with an “oh,” started the scooter, and rode toward the mall with Chu Jinhan.

Originally, not wearing a helmet would’ve been fine—but after putting on the pink helmet, he attracted even more attention. It was the classic case of “protesting too much.”

All the way to the mall, Song Yunfei kept glancing at the pink head in the rearview mirror, barely holding back her laughter the entire ride.

Arriving at the same mall as last time, Song Yunfei pulled him inside to look at clothes.

When she had no money, she didn’t even dare to try things on. Now that she had money, even if she didn’t buy anything after trying, she still had the confidence to do so.

Human confidence often comes so inexplicably—and so simply.

Song Yunfei tried on four or five outfits in a row. Every time she asked him, his answer was always the same: “Looks good.”

No matter what she wore, he would just say it looked good.

Aside from those two words, he had no other opinions at all. Song Yunfei couldn’t help but think—she might as well have brought Li Jiao instead. She felt Li Jiao would definitely have better taste.

Frustrated, Song Yunfei picked up a dark red floral jacket—a style often seen worn by elderly women in parks.

She put it on, stood in front of Chu Jinhan, tucked her hands into the jacket pockets, and asked, “Does this look good?”

Chu Jinhan examined the outfit from head to toe.

After a moment, he nodded. “Looks good.”

Song Yunfei was completely out of options now. She smiled helplessly, took off the clothes, and returned them to the sales assistant.

She had completely lost the desire to shop.

After leaving the women’s clothing store, she dragged Chu Jinhan into the neighboring men’s clothing store. This time, she didn’t bother asking his opinion. She simply picked out a few items and shoved them into his arms.

“Go change and try them on.”

Chu Jinhan carried a pile of clothes and was pushed by her into the fitting room.

A few minutes later, he came out, and Song Yunfei’s eyes lit up.

This outfit had been put together as an autumn look: a white shirt layered with a beige knitted vest, topped with an off-white lapel jacket, paired with light-colored wide-leg trousers.

With his build, the combination was simply perfect.

Calm, elegant, with a touch of vintage style.

Even the shop assistant beside them couldn’t help but praise her for her styling sense.

This kind of outfit really tested one’s temperament—if worn poorly, it could easily make someone look like a neighborhood uncle.

“Nice, nice! Try this one too!”

Song Yunfei stuffed a turtleneck sweater into his arms.

After he changed into it, her eyes lit up even more, and she even swallowed slightly.

Why did this look feel even more attractive than a suit?

This outfit also heavily depended on body proportions—if the proportions weren’t good, it would just look like an over-dressed youngster.

After trying several outfits in a row, Song Yunfei finally realized it wasn’t that she had great styling skills—it was that this guy could make anything look good.

“Looks good, looks good!”

After saying that, she paused for a moment. That sounded oddly familiar.

Hadn’t Chu Jinhan just been saying the same thing?

So… had she misunderstood him earlier?

With that thought in mind, when she looked at Chu Jinhan’s expressionless face again, he somehow seemed a bit wronged.

Song Yunfei gave an awkward smile and immediately bought all the outfits he had tried.

They weren’t luxury brands and weren’t expensive either—four sets together cost just over 5,000 yuan.

Chu Jinhan said, “You don’t need to buy me so many.”

While he was speaking, Song Yunfei had already paid with her phone. She turned back and smiled at him. “Autumn is coming soon, and you don’t have any autumn clothes. Besides, it’s only four sets—it’s not even enough for changing and washing.”

As she spoke, she stuffed the shopping bags into his arms. “Alright, let’s go check out suits next.”

Suits were more expensive, and it seemed there was only one suit store in the mall.

The quality looked decent, but the price was steep—even the cheapest set cost 15,000 yuan.

Custom-made ones would be even more expensive, definitely out of their budget.

Fortunately, Chu Jinhan’s physique didn’t restrict clothing choices—as long as the size fit, he looked exceptionally handsome in anything.

Knowing Song Yunfei’s fixation on suits, she picked a suit priced at 23,000 yuan this time, and he didn’t say a word.

By the time they finished shopping and came out, it was around six o’clock.

Chu Jinhan took the initiative to sit in the front of the electric scooter, while Song Yunfei sat in the back carrying all the bags.

Today, their remaining balance had decreased by nearly 40,000 yuan again.

“Money really doesn’t last long,” Song Yunfei sighed.

Chu Jinhan said, “Money is meant to be spent after it’s earned.”

Song Yunfei didn’t really want to discuss money with wealthy people. As everyone knows, rich people don’t seem to care much about money.

She took out her phone, opened the camera, and snapped a few photos of the two of them.

Seeing the pink helmet on the man in the photos, she couldn’t help but laugh.

She turned her head and stared at the pink back of his head. “Chu Jinhan, have you heard a saying?”

“What saying?”

“Pink is the color real men should wear.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

Chu Jinhan pondered for a moment and said, “Then why didn’t you buy a pink suit?”

Song Yunfei froze, imagining it for a moment. Even though he might still look good in it, she couldn’t quite appreciate it.

“Suits are an exception.”

Chu Jinhan then said, “Then should we replace your safety gear with pink when we go back?”

“……”

Song Yunfei, who had just been grinning widely, instantly stopped smiling.