Only I Cultivate
Chapter 43: Boy Toy

Chapter 43: Boy Toy

Luo Li stepped inside a luxurious, three-story boutique in the most prestigious neighborhood of Green Vine City. The lavish storefront gleamed under the city lights, and a gilded sign reading Cloud Veil shone with an almost arrogant brilliance.

Feng Fan followed behind her, his eyes widening at the opulence surrounding him. He glanced at a price tag on a dark suit near the entrance and gulped.

He couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as he realized that the fifty thousand dollars he had earned as a bonus—an amount that once seemed like a small fortune—would barely cover a single outfit here.

’Damn, just how rich is this girl?’

Sensing his hesitation, Luo Li glanced over her shoulder and frowned.

"You’re usually so fearless. What’s wrong with you today?" she asked, her voice icy. "Are you paying, or am I paying?"

Feng Fan forced a bitter smile. "Even if it’s your money, doesn’t mean we have to throw it away... Why don’t we go somewhere less extravagant?"

Luo Li’s eyes narrowed. "Are you coming, or do you want me to drag you inside?"

Her tone left no room for argument, and Feng Fan sighed in resignation, following her lead.

The clerks, most of them beautiful women with a couple of well-dressed men, watched their interaction with amusement. One of the women leaned toward a colleague, whispering just loud enough for the others to hear.

"A rich lady spoiling her boy toy? You don’t see that every day."

Another clerk snickered, glancing at Feng Fan with a hint of pity.

"Bet he’s just milking her wallet dry. Typical gold digger."

Unbeknownst to them, both Luo Li and Feng Fan caught every word, thanks to their heightened senses as Hunters. Still, neither of them bothered to address the remarks.

As they moved deeper into the store, a tall, handsome man with sharp features and sleek, perfectly styled hair approached them. His tailored suit hugged his form impeccably, and his expression was smooth as silk.

"My lady," he greeted Luo Li with a charming, almost predatory smile. "How may I assist you today? I’d be more than happy to show you around... including a special place of mine."

One of the female clerks muttered to her coworker, barely containing a giggle.

"There goes Zhu Fu again, trying to slip into a rich lady’s good graces..."

"Yeah, right... more like under her skirt. One of these days, he’s going to hit on the wrong one and get himself killed," her friend replied.

Luo Li heard them clearly and shot a glare in Zhu Fu’s direction, already noticing the glint of greed in his eyes. Despite his flawless smile, the man couldn’t hide his avarice from her trained perception.

Also, no man would ever approach her because of her beauty alone—her curse made sure of that.

Zhu Fu’s mind raced as he admired Luo Li’s figure, ignoring the eerie sense of discomfort she radiated. ’She’s loaded. As long as I put up with that unsettling vibe, I can definitely score something big here.’

His trained eye could instantly recognize a lady from a wealthy family.

Before Luo Li could dismiss him, Feng Fan moved first, slipping his arm around her waist and flashing a cocky grin.

"Since when did clerks in high-end stores get so shameless?" he scoffed. "Trying to hit on my wife right in front of me? Do you think I’m just some soft tofu?"

Luo Li’s face flushed crimson, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. ’W-Who is your wife?!’ The words screamed in her head, but her voice refused to cooperate.

Her heartbeat quickened, and she couldn’t muster the strength to pull away from his grasp. ’W-What’s wrong with me?’

Zhu Fu’s expression twisted with annoyance. "Your wife? Then why don’t I see any rings on your fingers?" He sneered, the corner of his lips curling upward. "Or could it be... you’re just a boy toy pretending to be important?"

Around them, other customers and clerks paused to watch the commotion, some even grabbing snacks from the break room to enjoy the show. Zhu Fu glanced back at Luo Li, expecting her to say something, whether in denial or affirmation.

However, Luo Li only stood there, looking down with a flushed face, as if lost in thought.

Seeing her reaction, Zhu Fu’s smirk widened in triumph. ’Just as I thought, he’s nothing but a leech.’

What he failed to realize was that Luo Li wasn’t even paying attention to him. Her mind was completely occupied with the inexplicable warmth that Feng Fan’s touch brought to her wrist.

Feng Fan didn’t falter at Zhu Fu’s words. Instead, his cocky grin only grew more shameless.

"Jealous, huh? I bet you’d love to be in my place. Too bad for you—I’m handsome, and you’re just plain ugly."

The crowd stared in bewilderment. Even Zhu Fu was stunned. Was that really something someone would just admit so openly? How shameless could one be?!

Zhu Fu’s smile twitched, his face flushing red from embarrassment. If that man was truly a boy toy, and he—who wished to be one—couldn’t manage it, didn’t that make him inferior?

"You—" He was about to retort, but a calm, authoritative voice cut him off.

"Enough, Zhu Fu. Get back."

An elegant woman approached, her eyes narrowed in disapproval. It was Hao Qing, his supervisor.

Zhu Fu’s face soured. "Hao Qing, I—"

"Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?" she interrupted him again, her tone sharp.

His face burned even hotter, and without knowing how to respond, he decided to retreat. There were plenty of other women to prey on, no need to tarnish his reputation any further.

But Feng Fan wasn’t done yet. Letting him off that easily didn’t sit right with him.

"Hmph. Trying to hit on my wife and just walk away? Who gave you permission to leave?" Feng Fan stepped forward, blocking Zhu Fu’s path. His cocky expression was now replaced with a stern glare.

Zhu Fu froze, confusion written all over his face. "What do you want now?"

Even Luo Li, who had finally regained her composure, couldn’t help but look at Feng Fan with a puzzled expression.