"No," Shen Sixing withdrew his gaze. "No sniper wears sunglasses; it affects their aim."
Shen Yi: "...But I still want this one."
Shen Sixing glanced at the five-figure price tag and said coldly, "No, Xiao Yi. We are very poor."
Shen Yi stomped her foot. "I have money, and once you finish this job, you'll have money too, and we can buy it."
Shen Sixing rubbed his forehead.
"I want it, Dad." Shen Yi pulled on his arm, leaning her entire body weight onto it, swaying back and forth. She kept repeating the same sentence over and over, pestering him endlessly.
Just as Shen Sixing was pondering how to shake off her badgering without actually throwing her across the room, the young man standing nearby spoke up.
"I'll pay for it for you."
Shen Yi's incessant nagging stopped abruptly.
"You're really cute," the young man's eyes curved into a beautiful smile, carrying a genuine, unadulterated admiration. "Like a porcelain doll."
Shen Yi tilted her head and leaned against her father.
Seeing that he wasn't bad-looking, she quickly asked the system if he was part of the main cast.
[No, just an unimportant character. This type is generally a random target easily killed off by your family.]
It hadn't expected her to actually blend in with this villainous family of evildoers.
The system had mixed feelings.
The perk of joining such a family was that from then on, she was no longer a normal person.
The laws of this world were completely useless against her, and her moral compass could be shattered into pieces.
Hearing that he wasn't part of the main cast, Shen Yi let her guard down a little and thanked him politely, "Thank you."
Shen Sixing glanced at the extraordinarily noble-looking young master and offered a smile. "Thank you."
He watched as the boy had his butler pay the bill. Then, taking the gift box and holding Shen Yi's hand, Shen Sixing walked toward the store entrance, giving a slight nod as a farewell.
Shen Sixing didn't possess the traditional virtue of refusing gifts from others.
Why wouldn't he take something someone offered him?
Shen Yi's skin had grown thicker lately too. Holding her oversized sunglasses, she was thoroughly satisfied. On the way, she didn't forget to chatter with her father: "Dad, you're so good at analyzing different types of people. Tell me, do you think I can make a living off my looks in the future?"
She was very happy to be praised as a doll today.
"I'm not sure about making a living off your looks," Shen Sixing looked her up and down carefully, his tone solemn. "But you can definitely eat state-provided meals."
"You mean I can pass the civil service exam?"
"You can eat prison food, you idiot daughter."
She wanted to be an assassin and yet thought about being a civil servant? She wouldn't even pass the background check.
"..." Displeased, Shen Yi hit him twice and discussed in a low voice with her father, "He probably thought we were very interesting."
She didn't understand the mindset of the rich.
Did he pay the bill just because he found the two of them interesting?
Rich people were truly capricious.
Shen Sixing: "After all, our conversation sounded exactly like two patients who just got discharged from a mental hospital."
If it were him, not knowing the context, he would have stood by and eavesdropped too.
He pulled Shen Yi along and left.
Wen Ya had her purchases sent directly to the hotel after shopping, so she wasn't carrying any bags herself.
"Did you two go buy sunglasses?" She glanced at the sunglasses in Shen Yi's hands.
"A gift from someone for Xiao Yi."
"...Ah, what a kindhearted person."
The entire family felt not a shred of shame about receiving a gift, walking away with it in complete peace of mind.
...
"Who are that father and daughter? How could they act like that?" The old butler next to him complained in dissatisfaction.
"Why did you pay for them? That child is a complete stranger to you, and that adult has no sense of propriety. He accepted the gift without even offering a proper thank you. So ungrateful."
"Their conversation was a bit amusing." He had listened to the father and daughter's banter for a while.
This bizarre pair had argued over everything from prices to their values in life. The girl was adept at throwing tantrums, and her own father was just as bad.
After listening for a long time, he really couldn't stand them bickering over such a small amount of money, so he interrupted them and offered to pay.
To him, that amount of money was no different from a dropped penny, completely negligible.
But he had thought it would at least earn a bit of their gratitude.
In the end, aside from a simple thank you upon receiving the gift, the father and daughter showed no other reaction.
They accepted the gift with absolute peace of mind.
Truly rare... weirdos.
"Let's ignore them for now, Young Master." The butler's tone grew heavy. "How do you plan to deal with the people watching you from the shadows? If worse comes to worst, we should just hide for a while."
"I hired an assassin from Guidang. They say he's an ace assassin... with a hundred percent success rate. They said it can be done within this week."
At the mention of this, the young man frowned in disgust. Ever since his parents passed away unexpectedly, those relatives had been glaring like tigers watching their prey. Various underhanded schemes emerged endlessly—poisoning, car accidents, commercial traps, public opinion attacks, taking turns one after another.
The other old fogeys in the family were also itching to swallow up all the shares he currently held.
The business left by his parents was teetering on the brink of collapse in his hands.
Amidst his anxiety, he suddenly remembered that politicians loved to deal with an assassin enterprise company owned by a certain family.
That family's surname was Shen.
He spent a massive amount of money and contacted the organization called "Guidang" through a middleman, paid the deposit, submitted the target information, and awaited arrangements.
But he was still a bit skeptical.
"Does that kind of bizarre profession really exist in reality?"
The butler remained silent for a moment, his tone much steadier than before. "If it were fake, so many wealthy families wouldn't believe in it. Although your family has no ties with Guidang, since the upper circles firmly believe in it, we can only give it a try."
In plain terms, it was a desperate attempt to save a hopeless situation.
Family matters couldn't be spoken of to outsiders, and hiring an assassin was even less something to be discussed with strangers. The young man nodded and stopped thinking about it.
In any case, whether it was reliable or real, they would find out in a week.
While spacing out, he thought of that girl again.
When his mother was alive, she loved collecting dolls. There was an entire wall of glass cabinets in the study, filled with all kinds of dolls.
When he was little, he often looked at the faces of those dolls through the glass.
Every doll was different; some smiled, some didn't, and all wore gorgeous dresses.
And his favorite was a doll with curly chestnut hair and amber eyes.
