Chapter 5 Pretending To Be Rich And Handsome

"Zac, thank you for helping me just now. Well, can we put off the procedures until after the engagement party tomorrow is finished?"

"It depends on you." Zac shrugged. It didn't really matter if it was delayed for a day.

"Thank you." Essie finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had to do everything to save her dignity tomorrow.

With that, she invited him to have lunch with her.

When they walked into the restaurant next to the community, Essie ordered the cheapest thing on the menu—sour noodles and braised soy bean curds. Then, she went Dutch and paid for her own bill.

"Let me pay." Zac motioned to take out his wallet, but Essie, who didn't seem to hear him, just handed the money to him.

After taking her seat, Essie smiled and said, "We met by chance, and after this awkward marriage, we won't meet each other ever again. We should just pay for ourselves."

Zac nodded in approval to her words.

Not long after that, the waiter served the noodles. Because she was the host, Essie gave Zac a dried bean. "Help yourself. The food here is cheap and delicious. And more importantly, they don't use used oil here."

Zac raised his beautiful eyebrows and said, "How do you know whether they use used oil or not?"

"I have a really sensitive stomach and intestines. So if it's used oil, I will have diarrhea if I take even one bite," Essie said mischievously.

'She should be in Food and Drug Administration with her talent,' Zac thought, praising her in his mind.

While they were eating, Essie suddenly stopped and took a sip of water. Then, she raised her head to look at Zac and asked, "So, what is it that you do?"

She wanted to know more about him. After all, he was legally her husband. It would be bad if he was a wanted criminal or he was in a huge amount of debt. She could be held responsible for it.

"I used to do architectural work. But I don't have any work right now," Zac replied, not going into detail. She didn't need to know about his background.

'Architecture? Did he build houses and move bricks on construction sites?

Well, at least it was a job,' Essie thought to herself.

She was relieved at his words. She looked around with her big black eyes before asking, "Where do you live now?" She had to figure out where he lived. That way, if she couldn't get in touch with him tomorrow, she would be able to look for him at his house.

"A hotel," Zac said perfunctorily. This woman had too many questions!

"I don't think it'

s a good idea for you to live in a private hotel that costs only dozens of dollars. When I first moved to Yang City, I was so shocked that I almost fell into a trap," she explained before suddenly covering her mouth with her hands. She realized that she had implied through her words that he was a hobo who came from another city and didn't have much money at all, so he had to stay in some cheap private hotels because economical hotels were now charging several hundred for one night, and he couldn't afford it.

"I'm a man. Why would I be deceived?" Zac shrugged, hoping to end the topic of household registration as soon as possible.

Essie agreed, thinking that his words actually made sense. He was a poor man that had nothing but his good looks. Frauds probably wouldn't be interested in him. Sensing the impatience in his tone, Essie decided to stop digging deeper.

They left the restaurant after eating lunch and parted ways. There was one other important thing for Essie to do. She wanted to make a nice business suit for Zac. As a jobless vagabond, he must have cheap stuff, and if he were to wear them, they would get exposed.

She went to the market and bought good cloth. The next day, when Zac came, she greeted him with a tailored suit and a matching fashion shirt.

"Try it on!" Essie said with a smile.

Zac had always been picky. Anything he didn't like was nothing but trash in his eyes, and he would never accept them, regardless of whether they were people or things.

However, he thought that the little girl had good taste, and the clothes were very beautiful, so he took them.

The size fitted him well.

She admired the clothes both for her talent, and his perfect body. He had a nine-head body that was perfectly proportionate body and had perfectly toned muscles. His figure was exactly right.

In fact, his body was so perfect that even beggar clothes would look fashionable on him.

It was a blessing to have such a perfect model. One look at his body was enough to give her inspiration when her mind was exhausted.

While she was busy thinking, Zac walked over to her and said, "How did you know my size?"

"By visual inspection," with a smug smile, Ethan raised her eyebrows. Using just her eyes, she could tell the size of her clients without even getting their measurements.

Zac curled his lips into a devilish smile. Then, he leaned in towards her and said, "Have you been observing me with your eyes in the daytime or at night?"