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Chapter 14: Embarrassment Pro max

Chapter 14: Embarrassment Pro max

Kian and Hua Mia stepped out of the dressing room. Hua Jia was already standing by the counter, her new robes still bundled in her arms, untouched, and her face the colour of a peony in full bloom.

"You two took long enough," she snapped, refusing to make eye contact with either of them.

Hua Mia froze mid-step, her satisfied smile losing its curve as she caught the clerk’s expression. Oh no. Oh. Fucking. No.

That knowing, polished smile that said ’I know everything, girl.’ The pitiful glance the clerks gave Hua Jia.

Her eyes darted to the junior attendants, who were suddenly very busy straightening already-perfect robe displays, their shoulders shaking with barely suppressed laughter.

The old clerk behind the counter hadn’t even bothered to hide his smirk, his pen scratching against bamboo with deliberate slowness.

The shop felt smaller suddenly, the walls pressing in, and every rustle of silk felt like whispered gossip about what she had been doing inside the dressing room.

Hua Mia’s face went from flushed to scarlet in three heartbeats, her hands flying to her burning cheeks as the realization crashed into her like a falling boulder.

What she had thought was a secret was no secret.

Hua Jia came beside them, almost wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself due to offhand embarrassment. She whispered: "What did you think?"

"How..How did they know?" Hua Mia whispered back in horror.

"What else would a young man and a young woman be doing for so long in a dressing room? If not, if not that!"

Oh. Fucking. No.

Without a word, Hua Mia turned on her heel and walked toward the exit, her Moonpetal robe swishing against her ankles, each step carrying her further from the building. Her back was straight, her chin high, but the tips of her ears glowed like molten copper as she pushed through the crimson door and disappeared into the morning light.

Kian watched the scene with a blink.

Hua Jia turned to look at him, clearly hiding her embarrassment. "Dude, are you not embarrassed?"

"Why should I be?" Kian went to the cashier, talking to Jia with a side eye. "Because I have an amazing woman who is willing to service me? Why should I be ashamed of that?"

The attendant put everything in a beautiful packaging while Kian paid for the products.

In total, he had to pay for the three robes, the accessories, and a pair of jade hairpins for the twins: two hundred and seventy low-grade spirit stones in total, leaving him with seven hundred and thirty. He tucked the pouch into his inner robe and took both sets of garments wrapped in silk paper under one arm, leaving the shop without a backward glance.

Hua Jia quickly followed him. "You really are thick skinned and shameless!" she said.

"If anything, I am proud," he said casually. "I don’t think there is any shame in this."

Outside, Hua Mia was standing rigid by a stone lantern, her arms crossed and her face still flushed, while the morning breeze tugged at her hair.

Jia had to accept that her sister did look stunning.

"At least someone has shame," Jia said, almost relieved to find someone normal. "Look at that, that’s the normal reaction!"

Hua Mia shot her sister a glare that could have curdled milk. "Shut it, Jia."

She pressed her palms against her burning cheeks, the cool morning air doing nothing to soothe them. "Now every clerk in that shop knows I just—" She cut herself off, groaning. "What do I do?"

"What else? Come on, let’s go have something to eat."

Kian grabbed Hua Mia’s wrist and pulled her down the lane before she could protest, her stumbling steps betraying her fluster. He spotted a three-story restaurant with red lanterns hanging from its eaves and a carved wooden sign reading "Jade Garden Pavilion."

Without pausing, he walked through the entrance, the twins trailing behind him like ducks.

A portly man in an embroidered apron appeared from behind a counter, smiling broadly. "Welcome, honored guests! We have tables on the ground floor for—"

Kian tossed two low-grade spirit stones onto the counter before the man could finish. The stones clinked against the polished wood, catching the streaming sunlight. "I want a private table on the second floor. This covers the meal and your tip."

The man’s eyes widened, his hand darting out to scoop the stones before Kian could change his mind.

"Right this way, young master! Right this way!" He practically bowled over a passing waiter in his eagerness, leading them up a spiraling staircase lined with silk tapestries and glowing lanterns.

At the top, he pulled aside a transparent curtain to reveal a secluded alcove with cushioned seats overlooking the river.

"What do you want to eat, young master?"

"Bring me your good stuff."

"Right away! Right away!!"

Kian sat on one side of the table and pulled Mia to sit close to him.

Hua Mia grabbed Kian’s sleeve the moment the man scurried away to prepare their food.

She whispered: "Are you insane? That was two whole spirit stones! We could have eaten like kings for a full week on one stone! Even the best dishes here don’t cost more than quarter of a stone!"

Hua Jia leaned in, her earlier embarrassment replaced by genuine concern. "She’s right. Normal disciples save weeks to afford a single stone. You just threw two away like they were pebbles, for immortal’s sake. Aren’t you being too reckless with money? Not to mention all these clothes."

Kian looked at the river, smiling calmly. "Don’t you like those clothes?"

"I like them, I really do," Hua Jia said. "But that doesn’t make it cheat. It’s an incredibly expensive product."

"And it’s a worthy investment," he said. "Do you know why?"

Hua Mia and Jia looked at him curiously.

He clenched his hands in mid-air. "If you want to become a rich person easily, you must have rich friends. And poor people cannot make rich friends. Our clothes represent who we are, so it is only apt that we wear clothes of our standard."

Being underestimated, hiding his strength forever like a coward, was not Kian’s style. He liked to be free, strong. Wasn’t that what power was for?

A measly one or two stones, he was not worried.

"You don’t even have an income source, Kian!" Mia warned. "This is money you loaned. No matter how grand your words are, if you can’t pay interest, things will go south."

She suddenly stopped talking.