After the earlier couple parted on bad terms, everyone had a warning example.
This time, the couple the Little Girl picked were happily cooperating over their meal.
The guy wordlessly pulled out his phone and scanned the code.
He bought three fake flowers.
He was fuming inside.
Still, he beamed as he handed the flowers to his girlfriend.
She didn't actually want the tacky blossoms.
But her boyfriend was being so generous.
Plus, the attention from onlookers stroked her vanity.
A blissful smile lit up her face.
With these two couples setting the template,
everyone who followed—willing or not—
ended up holding the standard three flowers.
One pair were clearly high-schoolers.
Short on cash and too shy to refuse,
they scraped together ¥150 for three blooms.
After two easy sales, the Little Girl headed straight for Jiang Cheng and Chen Xueer.
She stopped at their table, smiled at Jiang Cheng, and said, "Big brother, buy a flower for pretty sister so your love lasts forever."
Jiang Cheng gave her a once-over: clothes neat and clean—
clearly not from a poor family, certainly not trafficked.
Years back, flower sellers were usually destitute kids
or abducted children, but she fit neither picture.
Reading his mind, Chen Xueer cut in before he could speak: "No, thanks."
Her refusal drew stares from all around.
The Little Girl froze; usually the girl waited eagerly while the guy paid.
Thinking fast, she cooed, "Big brother, give sister some face—buy a few blooms for romance."
Chen Xueer laughed: "You're the seller, not me. We're strangers—why should I care?"
Unfazed, the child flattered again: "You're so handsome—be generous and buy some for the pretty lady."
"So only good-looking guys have to be generous? Ugly ones can be stingly? That's a rotten logic, kid."
Cornered, she glanced at Chen Xueer and raised her voice: "Sister, don't you like him? Make him buy flowers to make you happy. Other girls loved it—don't you want to smile?"
"Nope. Who says flowers guarantee happiness?"
"Then buy some for him—he's so cute. A girlfriend should treat her guy well," the girl insisted.
"What lame e-commerce trope is this? Not buying equals being bad to him? Do all kids today share your values?"
As the child pouted, eyes swung back to them.
The guys who'd been forced to buy now gazed at Chen Xueer in admiration—
a beauty with integrity is rare.
"Wow, gorgeous and her words are wow too."
"If she were my girl, I'd lick her feet without question."
"Dream on, bro."
"Hey, if she let me eat her ass that'd be even better."
Seeing Chen Xueer unmoved, the Little Girl turned to Jiang Cheng: "Handsome brother, buy me flowers?"
Jiang Cheng copied Chen Xueer's tone: "I'm handsome, so I must buy you flowers?"
For the first time she met a couple united against her; she stood dumbstruck.
Jiang Cheng gave Chen Xueer a silent thumbs-up—worthy manager of Xingchen Company, quick as lightning.
Most girls would have felt awkward or offended,
but Chen Xueer stood her ground beside him.
Whether to please her boss or for her own reasons,
her performance
delighted Jiang Cheng.
She said calmly: "Cheap goods become expensive once tied to love—classic marketing. She's good at business."
"Isn't that using love to guilt-trip people?"
Chen Xueer chuckled: "Exactly. You need a gimmick, a persona, a meaning, plus words that poke the relationship so people feel forced to spend."
Jiang Cheng nodded: "This naughty child succeeded—everyone's walking around with fake flowers."