The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her Chapter 111: Les Elfes

Chapter 111: Les Elfes
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xinhua Street was not far from First High School. It was right across the alley where Yan Hanxi had fought.
The things sold there were not expensive, attracting crowds and creating a lively atmosphere. As many schools were nearby, Xinhua Street was routinely swamped by a sea of students in school uniforms.
The appearance of He Jing and Yan Hanxi caused quite a commotion. Many people began digging for information on the handsome couple, turning to WeChat for answers. Under the powerful halo of the male protagonist, He Jing, a supporting actress who was nothing more than cannon fodder, became the center of attention and receptacle of envy for love-struck girls ogling Yan
Hanxi.
He Jing immediately bought a mask for Yan Hanxi to wear.
The situation improved once Yan Hanxi was forced into a disguise. At least the road had freed up with no sign of continuing congestion.
Yan Hanxi’s eyes were full of smiles as he teased, “Oh? Do you want to keep me all to yourself?”
He Jing did not so much as twitch. “Get over yourself. If we’re stopped every two steps, how will we finish picking out gifts before dark?”
Despite He Jing’s words, Yan Hanxi found himself quite pleased.
Half an hour later, He Jing had two small items in her hand: a cartoon character keychain and an exquisite wooden bookmark.
In the original novel, the fifth brother, He Yi, and the sixth brother, He Chen, did not have many scenes. They only made an appearance when the real heiress had a use for them. The novel did not mention their preferences, so He Jing had to rely solely on her intuition.
He Jing had not purchased them without reason. He Yi’s goal was to enter the animation industry. Indeed, He Yi succeeded, or so the original novel claimed. He became the most influential animator of the current generation, winning multiple domestic and foreign awards. Meanwhile, He Chen was set to become a prolific writer, a genius whose works were enjoyed nationwide. His royalties alone would exceed 100 million yuan. He would later produce his masterpiece, a fantasy genre title that would turn him into one of the world’s richest people.
The two trinkets should be to their liking. He Jing stowed them in her bag and said, “I’m also thinking of buying a fountain pen. Do you know of any good ones nearby?”
“What’s your budget?” Yan Hanxi asked.
“No more than ten thousand yuan,” He Jing replied. “It’s best if it’s crafted well and durable.”
“This way, then.” Yan Hanxi smiled, leading the way.
Yan Hanxi led He Jing down another street.
This street was completely different from Xinhua Street. Few cars passed by, and its surroundings were peaceful. High-rise buildings stood like pencils amid perfectly manicured greenery. They passed through a diamond-studded revolving glass door, entering a high-end shopping mall where Yan Hanxi directed her to a branded pen shop.
– -Les Elfes.
There, he received a warm welcome.
Behind several glimmering display cases, a lady greeted them, seemingly flattered by their presence, bowing at exactly 90 degrees. “Young Master Yan, how may I help you today?”
“Show me the pens priced between five thousand and ten thousand, ” Yan Hanxi said lightly.
The lady behind the counter glanced at He Jing and immediately understood. She smiled at He Jing and said, “Miss, please follow me this way.”
He Jing followed the lady to a transparent display cabinet in the corner and heard her say, “These fountain pens are those priced under ten thousand yuan. We don’t have very many of them here at Le Elfes. Please have a look. If there aren’t any that catch your eye, I’ll have someone pick up what others we have in our inventory from the other branches.”
He Jing peered through the display case, smiling faintly. “No, that’s alright; this one is good.”
He Jing pointed at a black, gold-plated fountain pen. It was sleek with smooth lines and luxurious in a minimalist capacity. It was the first to catch her eye.
The lady took a closer look at the fountain pen He Jing had singled out and offered her sincere praise, “Miss, you have excellent taste. It is the best we have under ten thousand yuan. Oil Tycoon Louis also favors this pen.”
He Jing nodded, slipping on the white gloves she was presented before picking up the pen to examine it.
Yan Hanxi arrived by her side and asked, “How is it? Do you like it?”
“Second Brother will like it, ” He Jing confirmed..