Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 523 - 379. Are you the Devil? (2nd update 1)

Carrying the box containing the Buddha Head, James hesitated for a while outside the Middle Ages.

Then he saw his expression in the rearview mirror, couldn’t help but frown, and scolded himself in his heart: "James Ford, what exactly are you hesitating about?!"

Self-blame is also a form of motivation. After blaming himself, he resolutely grabbed the box and pushed open the door of "Middle Ages."

It was his second time entering "Middle Ages," so he naturally knew the white-haired doorman standing inside the door. Thus, he deliberately paused slightly, waiting to see what greeting Yu Huan would give this time.

However, this time Yu Huan didn’t call Zan Hua to greet customers but instead turned its head, flapping its wings, and earnestly stared at him on the ground, asking, "Are you a Devil?"

James nearly stumbled and sat down on the ground.

James had a guilty conscience, but didn’t know that Yu Huan was just a naive and kind little bird. It asked this question merely from watching a Chinese Mango Channel’s parenting show with Zan Hua, innocently learning from those equally innocent children.

James wouldn’t understand that Zan Hua and Xiao Kai, though grown up long ago, were still avidly following China’s parenting show every week. The reason was simply because those two children hadn’t had such a childhood accompanied by parents.

Upon hearing Yu Huan’s call, someone from inside came out to greet him.

It wasn’t Zan Hua or Xiao Kai, but rather Yan Jian.

The two people unexpectedly bumped into each other in the deep corridor, feeling a bit awkward.

James first asked shyly, "Oh, why did the temporary owner himself come out to greet? Where are your two workers?"

Yan Jian also took a deep breath, somewhat unexpectedly to James, not too excited, just calm.

"Those two are off today."

James couldn’t quite explain why he felt uncertain about whether he should step into the shop today.

If it were usual, those two workers would at least prevent him from facing her alone; but today...

Yan Jian glanced at the box in his hand.

It was a box stamped with the store’s logo from "Middle Ages," and only the products sold by the store had such packaging.

Yan Jian asked, "What’s wrong with our product?"

James had to take a deep breath, carrying the box and walking inside.

Once inside the door, there was no turning back, right?

Walking into the shop, James slammed the box onto the counter: "What did you sell to me, something that haunts me at midnight?"

Yan Jian got angry: "What are you talking about? Especially it’s a Buddha Head; how can you say such nonsense about a Buddha Head haunting like ghosts?"

James restrained his anger, staring into her eyes.

She was Chinese, her features may not have the depth and complexity of Western girls, but the delicate and graceful charm was something Western girls couldn’t compare with. Though she held anger, her eyes were still clear and glistening, like exquisite glazed porcelain.

"This Buddha Head cries at night. Isn’t that haunting?"

Saying this, he couldn’t help remembering that night when her clear eyes silently shed tears before him. She cried her heart out, yet only silently shed tears, unwilling to sob loudly.

Yan Jian was also slightly shocked upon hearing and quickly examined the Buddha Head closely.

This store was ultimately the eldest sister’s, and Yan Jian was merely the caretaker. So while she could handle simple transactions, she lacked the corresponding experience for potentially bizarre events. Thus, she carefully brought out the Buddha Head, nervously turning pale.

Her nervousness was caught by his eyes too, and he couldn’t help but frown.

He knew she was only a temporary owner, and making her face such sinister matters alone naturally made her tense.

Mysteriously, he also felt somewhat unwilling. But the situation was such that there was no going back.

Yan Jian quickly examined it, raised her eyes, and glanced at him: "Where are the tears?"

He snorted: "I said it cries at night. Now it’s broad daylight; of course, you don’t see it."

Yan Jian placed the Buddha Head down, "Is the customer playing tricks on me?"

He squinted. Does she believe he’s lying?

Does she think he’s making trouble on purpose, using a ridiculous excuse just to get close to her?

He then let out a cold laugh: "Shall we wait together and see if it actually cries at midnight?"

Yan Jian was taken aback and stared at him: "Really? Sorry, we have a set closing time at night, and I’m not interested in staying up with you until midnight!"

James realized she misunderstood, and he frowned.

He came today purely to inquire about the Buddha Head itself, with no other intent, but things were getting misinterpreted.

Frustrated, he paced around the shop twice before suddenly remembering his phone.

Yes, he had taken photos last night. How did he forget upon entering? What was he so flustered about?

Quickly stepping back, he took out his phone, pulled out the photos, and showed them to Yan Jian: "Look for yourself. Miss Tang is too quick to suspect people, isn’t she?!"

Yan Jian took a look and indeed saw two rows of tears on the face of the blue-glazed Buddha Head.

Yan Jian was also startled.

Too eerie.

But Yan Jian immediately placed the phone down and looked up to question him: "Are you sure it’s the Buddha Head sold in our shop? Not another one crafted elsewhere?"

James gritted his teeth and laughed in exasperation: "You can keep asking if I’ve photoshopped it."

Yan Jian stared directly at him: "Yeah, it’s not photoshopped, right?"

James slammed a fist on the counter: "I’m not as boring as you think! If I didn’t see it crying in the middle of the night and find it so weird, I wouldn’t have bothered bringing it to your shop!"

Yan Jian had no choice but to lower her head and examine it closely again.

But she really couldn’t understand, why was it like this?

At this moment, she really missed her elder sister. If her sister were here, she would surely understand, right?

She took on "Middle Ages" and even signed up for an archaeology minor course, but now cramming was obviously too late.

What should she do?

Moreover, she was facing this person.

Yan Jian was so anxious she almost wanted to cry, instinctively digging her nails into the flesh of her hand.

James saw it and couldn’t help but shout: "Are you trying to hurt yourself?"

Yan Jian didn’t understand what he meant, and when she looked up and saw him staring at her hand, she lowered her eyes and noticed the red marks.

She frowned, not liking this suddenly subtle atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, she had no choice but to speak the truth: "Sorry, my own skills are limited, I really don’t know why this is happening. Could you please give me a few days’ time to look into the materials or ask my elder sister for help?"

He stared at her, not even knowing why he suddenly asked: "What’s your major?"

Yan Jian looked up at him in surprise.

He awkwardly frowned: "I mean... you seem like you haven’t graduated from university yet."

Yan Jian’s face turned pale again: "Are you checking up on me again?"

God, can she please have no further entanglement with him?

But then, she calmed down. She hadn’t forgotten the resolve she made that night.

She was a child of the Tang Family; she couldn’t embarrass them.

She tried to suppress her emotions and responded nonchalantly: "I major in fashion design."

He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and slightly curl his lips: "No wonder."

Yan Jian looked up sensitively: "What do you mean?"

He sighed: "No wonder that the first time I saw you, you boldly wore a pair of red duck hunting boots with a lady’s dress. It takes someone with fashion intuition to dare make that pairing."

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became subtle again.

Yan Jian was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say.

So from their very first encounter, before he arrogantly crashed into her... he’d actually noticed her shoes?

And for someone outside the fashion circle, it seemed unlikely they’d directly point out the boldness of combining duck hunting boots with a lady’s dress.

She bit her lip, seeming ready to bite through it at any moment.

He himself seemed to realize what he was doing after speaking.

Making small talk.

Struggling to find words to engage with a girl.

Even... subtly indicating his attention to her, openly and covertly complimenting her.

Was he crazy?!

He took a deep breath and hurriedly explained: "Uh, what I mean is, my girlfriend is a supermodel and an emerging designer. She’s used duck hunting boots in her designs, so..."

Yan Jian glanced at him again.

He couldn’t continue speaking.

What was he doing now? Showing off his supermodel girlfriend to a girl he’d wronged?

A feeling of helplessness and embarrassment struck him, and in front of her, he suddenly felt a bit ashamed. Annoyed, he pointed crudely at the Buddha Head: "Never mind, you wouldn’t know anyway. Just keep it here, and let me know once you find the answer."

After speaking, he didn’t dare look her in the eye and turned to leave in a hurry, as if escaping.

Upon reaching the door, Yu Huan unwillingly asked again: "Are you a devil? Are you really a devil?"

James glared hatefully with his blue eyes at Yu Huan.

Yu Huan was frightened and withdrew quickly: "Fine, you’re a devil."

James didn’t know whether to cry or laugh and could only hurry out.

That damn bird was right, from her perspective, he must be a devil.

A devil undeserving of owning the Buddha Head.

So much so that the Buddha Head, when facing him, wanted to cry.