At this time, she was hoping that she could get him to work closely with her brother on that collaboration deal, so she was certainly not going to do anything to upset him.
Seeing his insistence on not getting out of the car, Song Wenxin pursed her lips in exasperation and, throwing caution to the wind, she reached out to pull open the car door before reaching inside to grab Jiang Beihan’s elbow, attempting to drag him out of the car.
“Will you just come with me, please?” Although it was just a request, coming from Song Wenxin’s mouth, it felt, strangely, more like she was being playfully cajoling.
It was exactly how she would usually behave when she would playfully hold onto her brother, Song Jiamu’s, elbow.
Her sudden, impulsive action took Jiang Beihan completely by surprise, and his entire body froze, while his heart felt like someone had tickled it.
It was ticklish but was unexpectedly soothing.
Song Wenxin, who also realized that her action was a tad inappropriate, promptly released both her hands and stood, prim and proper, beside the car.
After giving her a look, Jiang Beihan decided to cooperate and get out of the car.
Song Wenxin stared at him in surprise. Did he really mean it? That he would go to that little shop with her?
“Not going?” he asked, glancing at her.
“Of course we’re going!” Song Wenxin laughed, turning quickly to walk into the shop.
Watching her bubbly, energetic form, Jiang Beihan lowered his head and could not resist laughing as he strode behind her and entered the shop.
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The store was indeed very small, and the décor was also not very grand. But the store owner was very warm and welcoming.
Seeing that customers had entered the store, she rushed forward to greet them.
When she learned that Song Wenxin wanted to buy yarn, the store owner began enthusiastically to talk to them about the yarn that they stocked in the store.
Eventually, Song Wenxin selected a yarn spun from a certain type of wool—a yarn that would offer warmth and that was extremely soft to the touch.
“Young lady, you have a very good eye. This type of yarn is spun from pure wool, perfect for knitting scarves and sweaters as they would keep the wearer warm!” the middle-aged storeowner praised Song Wenxin.
Smiling, Song Wenxin nodded and then turned to look at Jiang Beihan, who was standing beside her.
“Take a look. What color would you like?” she asked him.
Jiang Beihan looked down and scoured the shelf where the yarn was displayed in an assortment of colors. Subconsciously, his eyes rested on the grey, navy, dark brown, and black-colored yarn.
“So, we’ll go with beige then, how about it?” Song Wenxin asked suddenly, picking up the beige colored yarn.
He did not seem to have any beige-colored clothes in his wardrobe, which comprised mostly of clothes in dark colors and white shirts.
And from Song Wenxin’s perspective as a future fashion designer, she felt that beige would be a very suitable color for Jiang Beihan.
Because this type of color would make a person appear a lot more mellow.
Hearing Song Wenxin, Jiang Beihan glanced at the beige yarn and frowned.
And, just when Song Wenxin had expected him to reject her choice, he suddenly said nonchalantly.
“Whatever. As you wish.”
Although she was a little surprised, Song Wenxin smiled sweetly and said to the store owner by her side.
“I will take the beige-colored yarn, please. We’ll take two pounds for a start.”
“All right, please wait a moment while I wrap it up for you.” The store owner nodded as she used a bag to pack the yarn for Song Wenxin.
“Um, pay up, please!” Song Wenxin looked at Jiang Beihan at her side, extending her hand toward him for money.
Well, she was definitely not going to say that she had forgotten to bring her money before she left the house.
Jiang Beihan glared at her.
Thinking that he was about to refuse, Song Wenxin explained hurriedly, “I’m buying this stuff on your behalf.”
Before Song Wenxin could complete her sentence, a black, leather wallet was thrust into her palm.