Chi Enen couldnât stand it anymore and stepped in to save the confused boss, "Itâs the âChiâ from âpondâ."
"Oh, oh, oh." The boss breathed a sigh of relief after getting confirmation and quickly said to her, "Thank you."
After speaking, the boss lowered his head, pondering where the tattoo would look best, while also asking for his opinion, "Where would you like the text to be tattooed on?"
"The inner wrist," Li Beijue replied casually.
The boss couldnât help but remind him, "Inner wrist? That spot might hurt quite a bit."
"Stop talking nonsense, just tattoo it if I tell you to!"
The left hand is closest to the heart.
And the inner wrist is the location of the major artery, akin to a personâs life gate.
He wanted to carve Chi Enenâs name into his lifeblood!
That spot was meant only for Chi Enen!
He would only allow her name to reside there!
Because she was already more important than his life!
The boss noticed his bad temper, dared not talk more, and steadied himself as he unpacked brand-new equipment, pulled out the tattooing small knife, and his demeanor became gravely serious...
Chi Enen looked at the sharp small knife in his hand and really wanted to say "Forget about the tattoo!" But glancing at the handsome manâs expression, she just knew that it was certain to happen today!
A tattoo was a long and slow process.
Since they were on a pedestrian street, and with Li Beijueâs appearance and the bossâs flashy style, it didnât take long for a crowd of onlookers to gather around.
Chi Enen stood inside, watching the boss tattoo the name bit by bit. Just seeing it made her feel the pain. Yet the one being tattooed acted as if nothing was happening, as though he had completely disregarded the small stabbing pain.
"Is there some event going on here? That guy is so handsome."
"You think so too? I totally agree. Too bad heâs wearing a hat and sunglassesâI canât see his face clearly."
"Probably some male model the boss hired, pretending to be a customer to attract consumer attention."
"Male model? Are you kidding? Do you know what brand that sweater heâs wearing is?"
"What brand?"
"Pduledy!"
The other people looked confused, unfamiliar with the name, while the person who confidently named the brand rolled their eyes and continued, "This brand is far pricier than LV or Chanel. Do you guys know the price of a Chanel outfit?"
"Yes."
"The sweater heâs wearing right now costs ten times the price of a Chanel suit! What kind of male model can afford such luxurious clothes, let alone wear them casually in public?"
"So youâre saying heâs filthy rich. But if heâs as rich as you claim, why is he getting a tattoo done on the roadside instead of in some fancy studio?"
"Well..."
"Either youâve mistaken him for someone else, or itâs a knockoff."
Chi Enen listened to the gossip among the women nearby, amused and exasperated.
Li Beijue wearing a knockoff? They were overthinking it... From what she knew, his walk-in wardrobe held hundreds of articles of clothingâall exclusively custom-made by top A-list designers, handcrafted, with many styles never even released for sale, designed solely for him.
Although she wasnât sure whether the black sweater he was wearing now was from Pduledy, one thing was certainâit was absolutely not a knockoff.
As the crowd grew larger and larger, the tattoo artist finally wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, his eyes sparkling, "Done!"
Chi Enen instinctively turned her gaze to the manâs wrist.
On his left wrist was a tattoo resembling a pattern, but upon closer inspection, the pattern revealed itself to be lettering.