Chapter 41 - Rich woman and her gigolo

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Ten minutes later, I have parked the car at the main entrance of the building. This is a BMW 5. There are some ornaments with feminine style in the car, such as dolls and so on, and a smell of perfume mixed with a faint smell of the lady cigarette. It seems that Nanny Fang is a smoker too.

Nanny Fang, wearing a new Versace trench coat this year, coming out with a LV purse in her hand. She seems to have been dressed up. Her face is made up of exquisite makeup. Her hair is simply pulled up, and she looks very different. The way she walks, as if floating, seems like with a delicate style. I find that all the people passing through the building, whether men or women, are attracted by her appearance. Men, without exception, show their soul-inspired eyes, while women’s eyes are more of envious and jealous.

“Where are you going, Miss Fang?” When she sits into the car, I look back at her.

“Universal building.”

To be honest, although I know how to drive, but it’s my first time to drive such an expensive car. Meanwhile, I rarely drive lately and lack of practices. And, to my discomfort, although I don’t look back, I can still feel that Nanny Fang has been staring at me since she has sit in the car.

I glance at her quietly in the mirror. There is something complicated in her eyes that I can’t read, as if with a little curiosity and a little sadness.

After past two blocks, she suddenly says: “Do you have cigarette?”

I nod and throw a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. She lights one and coughs as soon as she smokes. She smiles bitterly and says: “Sorry, I’m not used to men’s cigarette’s smell.”

She opens the window and looks out for a moment, then suddenly smiles and says: “I feel you’re a little familiar.”

“Oh?” My voice doesn’t fluctuate. But I remember that when I came out of her office just now, I could vaguely hear what she said.

According to my feeling, I guess the call should be from Yumi. Is my acquaintance looks like someone Nanny Fang knows? But I don’t expect her to mention it on her own initiative.

“Miss Fang, what are you talking about?”

“I say you look familiar.” Nanny Fang lightly says, “I remember that I should have seen you somewhere, especially your back.”

Speaking of this, she suddenly changes her tone and says: “Ah, yes. I remember. Are you the guy in the newspaper who has won a lot of prizes at one time in the welfare lottery? I read that newspaper. There was a photograph of you snapped by a reporter. You jumped off the podium with someone in your arms and ran away. The reporter only took your sideview and back.”

I smile and say: “It was an accident.”

“Accident? It seems you a real lucky man.” Hers tone is not too surprising. I think she didn’t read the report carefully, and didn’t know the details of how I won the lotteries.

I hold the steering wheel and stop talking to her again. But I always feel her eyesights are always on my back, which make me feel uncomfortable.

The Universal buildingis a very famous building here. It is the tallest building in this city. The downstairs floors are the most upscale shopping malls. It is famous for all kinds of world famous clothes. The pricesaresoexpensivethatmakenormal white-collars tremble. The income of ordinary people who have worked hard for a year may not afford to visit here and buy something.

Upstairs, is for commercial using, there are many upscale clubs, cafes, and beauty salons, especially a fitness center, is famous of specially hiring some foreign fitness coaches, with expensive fees and beauties inside. It is said that many wealthy young men like to go to this fitness center, but most of the purpose is to meet all the beautiful women there.

The building has a total of 48 floors, the higher the more upscale. Many places are not opened to public at all. They are entirely based on membership systems, and the membership requirements are very high! Rooftop has the only helicopter parking apron in the city.

We walk all the way to the elevator from the underground parking lot. I follow her into the elevator. I see her press the button of the twenty-fourth floor first, as if it is a SPA salon or something. But when she looks at me, hesitates a moment, and quickly presses the button of the fourth floor.

The fourth floor is the men’s wear Department of the mall. Because the store’s business style is geared to high-end goods, so the flow of people is not so much. I look around, all the well-known brand of counters, only have well-dressed sales standing there with the polite smiles, but very few people patronize.

Nanny Fang leads me to a men’s clothing brand’s counter. Dupont, a French brand. The price is not affordable to people like me. She looks at me for a moment, then quickly asks the sales to take out two different suits in dark and light colors, and then says in a light tone: “You try them!”

“Well?” I just want to ask. Her tone is understated, “I said you must do everything according to my instructions during work time.” Then she looks at my clothes intentionally coldly, “I’m going to meet some important guests in a minute. You’re my assistant. You can’t wear like this to meet people now, can you?”

I smile with careless: “You are the boss! Anyway, I don’t need to pay for it.”

In this way, under her orders, I have changed five or six sets of clothes in one breath. I just dress in one set she picks out, walk out of the dressing room, let her see, and then go back to change another set.

The sales lady next to her is going to introduce more, but as soon as she is just saying a few words, Nanny Fang looks at her coldly and makes a silent gesture, and says rudely: “Please don’t talk. When I’m shopping, I don’t like being influenced by other people’s opinions.”

After all, the sales lady has been trained professionally, smiling on the face unchanged and courteous.

Although I have changed many, but I feel no impatience in my heart.

Anyhow, she’s the boss. I get such a high salary, if the job is just changing the clothes, it is easy to do such a thing.

It’s easier than when I meet an unreasonable guest in nightclub and I have to keep my temper down and drink with him.

Nanny Fang doesn’t speak many, but looks at me as if I am a model to show different suits of clothes. She is just looking, and then motions me to keep changing. If she is satisfied, she will let me turn two or three around in front of her, if not satisfied, just a quick look.

Gradually, I notice some changes in her eyes. There seems to be an imperceptible softness in the originally cold eyes, a faint change in the expression on face. Sometimes, she can’t help staring at me, losing her minds in two or three seconds, although she recoveres very soon, but I still have observed it.

Finally, I change into a dark suit with light stripes. When I’m walking out of the dressing room, I notice that her eyes are suddenly falling into a trance, and her body is faint shocking. The attractive lips are slightly open, as if the whole person has fallen into a strange mood. She seems subconsciously trying to hide, but she fails that. After coughing twice, she lifts her glasses, but she turns away in a flurry, as if afraid to look at me. Within a few seconds, she can’t help turning her head again.

This time there is a little sadness and plaintive in her eyes, and the tenderness that flashing in her fascinating mug of eyes could almost melt any people.

“Miss Fang.” I keep my own counsel and look at her calmly, “Is this suit OK?”

“Well… Oh… Ah, yes!” She comes back to her senses and seems to take a deep breath. She calms down completely from the confusion. Then she walks over and grabs the corner of my clothes without waiting for the sales lady next to me to help me organize my clothes. Then she smooth out the wrinkles on my clothes in front and back, and then looks at the sales lady: “There are lighters, purses, belts, all set to him, um, and and the shirts.”

She seems calm, but in fact I can see the confusion in her eyes.

Carefully selected the lighter, purse, belt, Nanny Fang let me change a shoulder printed shirt. She looks at me carefully for a while, and then tells the sales lady a few words to let her go to the other counter, brings back a pair of delicate rimless glasses, very simple shape, but very well-made.

“My eyes are not short-sighted.” I wry smile, “I’m afraid I can’t see clearly when I put on it.”

“The glasses have no degree.” Nanny Fang ignores my objection and puts the glasses on my nose, and then steps back half a step. Her eyes are staring at me quietly, and suddenly falling silent.

Now I have a new look. I am wearing a dark, light striped suit, poise with dash. Because I used to make a living in the nightclub, there is inevitably some light evil spirit. But a pair of glasses has completely blocked my original trace of evil spirit. On the contrary, it is more elegant. And inside the shirt deliberately untied the top two buttons, dimly emitting a trace of uninhibited feeling.

I look at myself in the mirror and am also shocked.

If not for my eyes can’t hide the sharpness just like this age’s young man, not mature enough, not constraint enough, not for my short hair and slightly reserved manners, I would almost have the feeling of the guy in the mirror is the so-called business elite

Nanny Fang has been completely stunned, and her wonderful eyes are getting wet, as if with tears. I pretend not to see it, just fake a hard cough.

She is suddenly woken up, turns her head, and hurries to the bathroom to cover up.

The sales lady next to me looks at me curiously. I give her a wry smile. She asks: “Do you need anything else?”

I shake my head, smile and say: “Please take away all those clothes I have just changed.” Standing in front of the mirror, I touch my chin, raise my arms, turn to her and ask, “How do you think?”

When I finish saying, I laugh in my heart. I must be silly to ask the sales. How can she say anything bad to her client?

“This is very suitable for you to wear.” Her smile is professional and her tone sounds sincere, “To be honest, you’re in good shape. You’re a natural clothes rack. It’s very suitable for wearing this kind of tailor-made clothes.”

Then she asks: “Do you have our membership card? Pay by credit card or cash?”

I glance at the price labs, and can only see a long string of zero. With a deep sigh in my heart, I try to keep my face as quiet as possible, and in a tone of understatement, I say: “Wait till the lady comes back.”

After that, I perceive a strange ambiguity in the eyes of the salesgirl. I guess I can know what she is thinking.

She’s probably thing that Nanny Fang is a rich woman, and I am her gigolo.