TREATING BOYFRIEND AS EX

Chapter 14 The Green Tea Attire

Jiao Didi opened the message, which was from Zheng Junjun, inviting her to go to the mall tomorrow to select a gown for an upcoming banquet.

When it came to shopping, Jiao Didi found it hard to resist, and after confirming the time and location, she replied promptly.

She then indulged herself in a luxurious bath, followed by the careful application of serum on her face. She put on a rejuvenating facial mask, and after fifteen minutes, removed it and massaged her face evenly.

By the time she finished her skincare routine, it was already 10 PM, and she lay in bed, preparing to sleep.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, but Jiao Didi ignored it. After 10 PM, it was her beauty sleep time—everyone who knew her understood that. As for those who didn’t, they were best ignored.

Her phone rang on the bedside table. It was Lu Yan.

“Hello, what’s the matter at this hour?”

Lu Yan, well aware that she was usually asleep at this time, still called. “I’m flying to London for a business trip tonight.”

“Safe travels,” Jiao Didi replied before immediately hanging up and burying her head under the covers to sleep.

Outside, Lu Yan stared at the phone that had just been hung up, lips pressed together, silently contemplative.

Not willing to give up, he tried to unlock the door with the password, but it was wrong.

He could only return home to pack his things and catch a car to the airport.

Before boarding the plane, he sent a text to Jiao Didi, reminding her to drive carefully and asking if she wanted any gifts brought back for her.

Jiao Didi slept soundly through the night, waking up refreshed. She glanced at the time—there were still two hours left.

She applied rose-scented body lotion all over her body, followed by her daily yoga session. Afterward, her skin glistened with a healthy glow.

The rose lotion, which had been soothing before her yoga practice, now felt cloying, as she could hardly stand the sweat from the intense workout.

She took another shower, glanced at the clock—there was still an hour left.

Without hesitation, she applied her makeup, and after another hour passed, she was ready.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Jiao Didi smiled, revealing a perfect grin.

Poor Zheng Junjun, who had no idea that Jiao Didi was always late, had arrived half an hour early to wait at the agreed-upon café.

An hour passed, and seeing no sign of her, he began to worry something had happened to her and called.

He then discovered she had only just left and reluctantly continued to wait at the café.

After sitting there for so long, the women in the café had all noticed him. With his designer clothes and aristocratic demeanor, he looked every bit the part of a wealthy, handsome man.

Many single women, eager for a chance, considered approaching him, and even those not single began thinking of breaking up.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?"

A young girl, with a sweet, cute style, timidly approached Zheng Junjun.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened.

Zheng Junjun’s face almost froze from forcing a smile, and with great effort, he rejected her again.

The little girl stomped her foot and ran off, crying, leaving Zheng Junjun feeling like a heartless villain.

At the table opposite Zheng Junjun, Cheng Yin, speaking to her group of friends, said, “He’s my type. No one better compete with me.”

Her friends thought to themselves, “He’s my type too.”

Since Cheng Yin’s cousin had begun a relationship with Lu Yan, Cheng Yin had become the leader of this social circle.

Everyone dared not voice their displeasure.

Although Cheng Yin didn’t have a particularly good relationship with Cheng Shi, she made full use of her connections, boasting about being Lu Yan’s future sister-in-law.

With her position, Cheng Yin could boss people around.

She narrowed her fox-like eyes and began calculating how best to approach him. She wasn’t like those other naïve girls.

“Ding ding…”

The sound of a bell rang as a fragrant breeze wafted through. Jiao Didi appeared, wearing a white T-shirt and a pink skirt.

She was dressed in what could only be described as a "green tea" look, immediately making her the target of every woman in the café.

Two hours late, Jiao Didi finally arrived.

When Zheng Junjun saw her, it was like seeing the Monkey King coming to rescue the Tang Monk.

Jiao Didi cast a sweeping glance around the room, noticing all the women eyeing her.

"Why are there so many white-bone spirits and spider demons?" she muttered disdainfully.

Zheng Junjun raised an eyebrow in helplessness.

"**, what a coincidence," he said.

Cheng Yin, having an idea, took small, delicate steps to Jiao Didi's side.

"Hello, I’m Cheng Yin, a friend of Didi’s. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

She extended her hand in a gesture of greeting and then turned to Zheng Junjun, hoping to strike up an introduction.

Jiao Didi nodded without responding to Cheng Yin, letting her do her thing.

She had no interest in playing matchmaker. To her, matchmakers were middle-aged women’s work.

She was a youthful, unbeatable beauty.

Besides, if a man was truly interested in a woman, he would pursue her directly. Relying on others to introduce women was just pathetic.

And since her breakup with Lu Yan, she hadn’t been in touch with Cheng Yin. After all this time, it was odd to pretend familiarity in front of Zheng Junjun.

Everyone could see her intentions; it was so obvious.

Cheng Yin thought she was being clever, assuming everyone else was too dumb to notice.

Jiao Didi ignored her the entire time. Zheng Junjun, even more indifferent, paid no attention.

Since Cheng Yin had started posing as Lu Yan's future sister-in-law, no one had dared give her the cold shoulder.

Fortunately, Cheng Yin’s thick skin matched that of Lu Yan’s, and after performing her little show, she smiled and left.

Jiao Didi couldn’t help but admire Cheng Yin’s audacity. She could rival Lu Yan himself in that regard.

Afterward, Jiao Didi took Zheng Junjun to a*****e specializing in suits. Men, it seemed, were just as picky as women when it came to clothes.

After several floors of browsing through men’s fashion, Zheng Junjun still hadn’t found the right suit.

Shopping for clothes wasn’t this tiring when Jiao Didi did it herself.

"Where do you buy your clothes in Korea?" Jiao Didi asked, noticing Zheng Junjun’s frustration.

Zheng Junjun, equally vexed, said, "The suit needs to fit perfectly to show one’s personal style, especially for a business banquet."

Suddenly, Jiao Didi snapped her fingers.

“Come, I know just the place for you."

How could she have forgotten the tailor who made Lu Yan’s suits?

At the tailor shop, the master greeted them warmly. When he heard that Jiao Didi wanted to place an order on such short notice, he hesitated—after all, their orders were booked up for two years in advance.

But since Jiao Didi frequently came with Lu Yan, everyone knew her and didn’t want to turn her away.

Seeing the tailor’s dilemma, Zheng Junjun suggested, "Let’s look elsewhere."

However, Jiao Didi knew the quality of suits here was impeccable—if even Lu Yan, the most finicky person, approved, it was a guarantee of excellence.

She didn’t want to bother Lu Yan, so she thought of an idea.

"How about having the tailor take your measurements here, then send them to the master in Korea to have them made and shipped?"

Zheng Junjun realized that while he couldn’t jump the queue here, in Korea, where he had influence, it would be easy to do so.

Besides, he preferred the styles available there.

There was no rush to make the suits, but taking the measurements could be done in no time.

After browsing through several styles, they still couldn’t make a decision.

"Why don’t we just order them all and try each one?" Jiao Didi suggested.

Zheng Junjun thought it was a good idea and immediately contacted the designer in Korea.

After leaving the tailor shop, Jiao Didi found herself wondering how such a successful businessman like Zheng Junjun could be without even a personal assistant or secretary.

When she inquired, she was surprised to learn that the secretary he hired had hopes of marrying him.

"Why not just hire a man instead?" she asked.

Zheng Junjun sighed even more deeply.