Chapter 1501 Getting Tipsy
Ian headed toward the stall where Cindy and Naomi bought something.
As he approached, he realized that the stall sold fragrance lamps bedecked with bells and whistles of all sorts that
women liked.
Quickly, he looked away.
It was unlikely that Cindy was the one who wanted to come to this stall since by his understanding of her, she didn’t
like superficially pretty things like this.
However, before he could look away, Aurora noticed where he was looking and asked with some surprise, “Do you
need those? You’d better buy more expensive ones since you’d be breathing them in. What’s the matter? Are you
not sleeping well?”
Waving his hand, he answered, “No, no. I just think they’re extravagant.”
At his answer, she laughed. “Well, that’s what young women like. Does Cindy not like stuff like that?”
Earnestly, Ian thought about it for a moment. In truth, it seemed Cindy genuinely didn’t have such ornamental
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Her life was simple—perhaps it could even be described as monotonous.
She never sought out such superficial things.
Once, when her bedroom door was open, he had taken a peek.
What he found was that her bedside table top was empty, her blanket was neatly folded, and her room was devoid
of almost anything ornamental.
If it weren’t for the color of her bedsheets, he might even have believed that it was a man’s room.
So, he answered seriously, “She doesn’t like things like these. She lives her life very simply.”
“Simple is good,” Aurora reassured him with a smile. “It’s not easy to meet a simple girl in today’s society.”
Raising his eyebrows, Ian turned to look at her. “Are you complimenting her?”
“I’m only speaking the truth, whether it’s complimentary or not,” she answered, walking forward slowly. “She’s
quite a sensible and likable girl, after all.” And then, the topic turned on a dime. “But sensible girls like these rarely
come from good families. Those who have good home lives are rarely so cautious.”
That was a fact Ian was aware of as well.
For example, whenever Cindy was in the lounge or the dressing room when they were filming, she would remain
silent unless she was forced to speak.
At any rate, she always tried her best to minimize her presence.
The fact that she wanted others to forget she was there could only lead to one conclusion, which was that she was
overly cautious.
After all, anyone who was at least somewhat confident in themselves would want to attract the attention of others
at some point.
In the end, he sighed soundlessly before following his mother.
The night market spanned the length of two streets and with no particular destination in mind, Ian and Aurora
strolled about, browsing the stalls on occasion.
For the rest of the evening, Ian kept an eye out for Cindy but due to the size of the market and the crowd, he never
saw her again.
In fact, Cindy and Naomi were still at the market and after the latter purchased various knick-knacks, the two of
them headed to a nearby food stall to have some snacks and beer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCindy virtually never drank but as it was a good day, she indulged in a mug as well.
While she didn’t necessarily have a good tolerance, perhaps due to the fact that she naturally held her alcohol quite
well, she only felt slightly dizzy after downing a large mug of draft beer.
As the both of them ate, they talked about their schooldays. All of a sudden, the atmosphere became jovial.
Where previously it seemed like something had been weighing on her heart for the past two days, Cindy was
suddenly verbose after drinking the alcohol and seemed to have forgotten her worries.
Naomi’s cheeks were flushed by the time they finished eating. “Alright, then. We’ve shopped, we’ve eaten, we’ve
drunk. Let’s go home.”
Pushing herself up from the table, Cindy concurred, “Yes, let’s go!”
And so, still carrying their purchased items, they left the night market. As they made to hail a cab, Naomi suddenly
asked, “Do you want to give Ian a call? It’s inexcusable that you haven’t shot the breeze with him at all during these
two days.”
Currently, Cindy had her thumb up to hail a cab and upon hearing Naomi’s words, she hummed and muttered,
“Why are you more concerned about him than me? I’ll call him when we get home.”