Married at First Sight Chapter 4505

“I need a partner. How about you come with me to rob a bank and act as my lookout? We’ll split the money fifty-fifty. Sound good?”

Lan Ruoruo frowned and replied, “I’m a law-abiding citizen. I don’t do illegal things.”

“Well, if I can’t find a partner, I won’t rob a bank. I’ll just rob you instead.”

Zhan Wei’s shamelessness made Lan Ruoruo even more irritated. She snapped, “Men like you shouldn’t fall in love. You’d only end up hurting the girl. And Sister Tong even asked me to help find you a girlfriend!”

“I’m not in a relationship. Isn’t it obvious? I’m still single at 31.”

Zhan Wei smiled as he looked at her. “My sister-in-law asking for your help? That’s probably the most humiliating thing I’ve experienced. I bet she did it on purpose just to let you mock me.”

“But luckily, when we’re both fifty, we’ll still have someone to laugh with. I’m unmarried, you’re unmarried—we’re both single dogs.”

Lan Ruoruo shot him a glare, grabbed her clothes, and turned to leave. She didn’t want to argue anymore, but in her heart, she’d already made up her mind to go out with that blind date from last time.

Still being single and unattached at 29 made it easy for people to gossip.

She could date, and marriage could come later—if she wanted it. Honestly, she still thought living alone was quite nice.

As their quarrel wound down, Serenity spoke a few words to Zhan Wei. “Seventh Brother, don’t always provoke Ruoruo. She only asked you to try on some clothes to see how they looked. It wouldn’t have hurt you to cooperate a little.”

“You made her so mad she doesn’t even want to talk to you anymore. If you keep this up, how am I supposed to report back to Grandma? You’ll be single for life at this rate.”

“How about taking ten days off and going home for some blind dates?”

Lan Ruoruo was already walking away but still heard their conversation. She called back over her shoulder, “Sister Tong, we’re both women—we shouldn’t harm each other. Letting someone like him stay single is the best outcome.”

“No need to waste any good girl on him. If it were up to me, I’d rather be a lifelong old maid than end up with him.”
“It makes me want to be with you.”

Zhan Wei couldn’t help but respond, which sparked another round of bickering between the two. Eventually, both became so frustrated that they turned away from each other—neither speaking nor making eye contact.

Serenity, caught in the middle, found herself in a difficult position.

It had been Lao Qi’s idea for her to invite Lan Ruoruo out shopping, as he wanted a chance to see her. But once they met and started walking together, his behavior left Serenity both amused and exasperated.

Perhaps, after years of butting heads, the two had simply grown used to this dynamic.

As Lan Ruoruo once said, whenever the two of them met, if they didn’t argue, she’d feel uneasy—always suspecting Zhan Wei was planning something big to catch her off guard.

In the end, Lan Ruoruo purchased several sets of the same style as the suit she had liked, complete with a matching tie and belt.

Zhan Wei watched with envy and frustration but didn’t say a word.

Instead, he bought himself a few new outfits with his own money.

Before marriage, the young masters of the Zhan family were accustomed to wearing custom-made suits, designed by tailors specifically assigned by the family. But once the Red Luan Star started to stir, they began to prefer store-bought suits.

Of course, what they really hoped for was to wear clothing picked out by the woman they loved.

Not that it mattered where the clothes came from—their sweethearts were all wealthy, and the items they gifted were typically high-end brands. Still, even if a beloved woman bought a cheap outfit from a roadside stall, they’d wear it proudly and show it off.

By the time they left the store, Beibei had already fallen asleep.

Zhan Wei had shopping bags in both hands. If they continued browsing, he wouldn’t be able to help the two women carry their purchases.

Naturally, Lan Ruoruo had already passed him everything she bought—leaving him to do the heavy lifting.