Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1069 - 1049. Worthless

Chapter 1069: 1049. Worthless

At 9:00 in the morning, Lun Chuan waited for Qin Yun and He Kuang at the highway entrance.

But...

"Weren’t we supposed to use just one car so you could take turns driving?" It’s nearly a ten-hour drive, and having only one driver is a bit much.

He Kuang shook his head vehemently, like a rattle drum: "No way, no way! A divine paradise like that, how could we possibly share a car? How are we supposed to bring back stuff we buy?"

Qin Yun also nodded: "Exactly, exactly! My car already doesn’t hold much to begin with. If I had to share half the space with He Kuang, that’d be such a huge loss!"

Lun Chuan: ...

Two SUVs—can someone explain where the lack of space is? Seeing how stuffed your wallets are, has it not crossed your minds that they might not even sell stuff there?

Still, since it’s already decided, Lun Chuan didn’t waste any more words: "Alright, let’s set off then. But we’ll need to rest for an hour and a half at the highway stop around noon."

That way, factoring in lunch and a short break, everyone could fit in a quick nap.

"Got it, got it!" These two who normally flip their sleep-wake cycles were miraculously up early today, but they were now only hanging on by thoughts of food ahead. Upon hearing "let’s go," they couldn’t wait.

Just as Lun Chuan pulled open the car door, he suddenly remembered something and turned to ask: "Did you guys stockpile drafts?"

He Kuang: ...

Qin Yun: ...

"Well, uh..." The two began their defense: "We were thinking of writing last night, but staying up late isn’t good for your health. So we figured, why not just sleep early..."

Of course, in the end, they didn’t sleep early, nor did they write anything. As for backup drafts...

"No need to stockpile!" One of them confidently declared, "Staying in the countryside is so boring anyway. I’ll have plenty of time to work then, no need to disrupt regular updates!"

Lun Chuan was utterly at a loss for words.

As he turned to get in the car, Qin Yun stopped him:

"Wait!"

He leaned in closer, staring curiously at Lun Chuan’s outfit:

"What’s the deal? I’ve noticed your dressing style has been getting fancier and fancier these past six months! Here we are wearing outdoor jackets, and you’ve got on—whatever this is! Does this even match?"

He and He Kuang, two rough-around-the-edges guys, were layered up in thermals, sweaters, and outdoor jackets. As for colors? It was the reliable dirt-resistant shades like green, black, and blue.

Their outdoor jackets were as flashy as they got, with bright orange or green accents.

But Lun Chuan?

A classic, mid-length black down jacket—timelessly on-point. Inside, a soft oat-colored cashmere sweater. Plain black pants too, except up close you could see the knitted texture of the fabric.

And on his head, a simple black baseball cap.

It was such an understated ensemble, yet just standing there, he somehow outclassed them by miles. Qin Yun was practically green with envy: "Quick, spill the truth!"

Lun Chuan uncharacteristically kept quiet.

Eventually, it was Lun Jing who couldn’t hold back, rolling down her car window, laughing uncontrollably:

"Oh, Qiaoqin, instead of asking him, you should ask me—I happen to know! That snug cashmere sweater he’s wearing? Post-discount, just under three thousand yuan."

"Those trousers? Also cashmere-knit. Over five thousand."

"As for the down jacket, it’s pretty ordinary—less than two thousand yuan."

Why does Lun Jing know this so well?

Because when it got chilly, she bought Lun Chuan a wool sweater—not expensive, but still decent enough! Or so she thought...

Her precious "pea" son couldn’t stand wearing it for even half an hour. Lun Jing was frustrated, thinking he was just being dramatic, until she opened his wardrobe and saw—

Wow!

For winter, every single piece of his close-contact clothing was either cashmere or heavily-washed cotton. The textures were premium-grade, prioritizing softness and comfort.

Also pricey and high-maintenance.

After all, cashmere is tricky stuff. You can’t wear it continuously, because the fibers need time to recover, otherwise they pill easily.

Cleaning it? Only cold-water hand washing. Or use a washing machine set to the wool-and-cashmere cycle, plus specialized detergent.

Given Lun Jing’s rough-and-ready style—she favored chunky gold bracelets—she absolutely lacked the patience for such delicate care. Most of her clothes were impulse buys from online shopping.

In short, let’s not even compare prices. Both cashmere sweaters are fundamentally different beasts. Hers? Two hundred yuan. Quality? Well...

Ugh!

Bottom line: This prodigal son!

After his mom exposed him, Lun Chuan decided there was no point hiding anything: "Yeah, it’s because my skin is sensitive. Coarser fabrics can feel uncomfortable—too much hassle to experiment, so I just made the full switch to cashmere."

Meanwhile, He Kuang sidled up and began examining Lun Chuan’s ordinary-looking baseball cap, letting out a sour-toned comment:

"Alright, alright, single people really know how to splurge—you invest in yourself! My cap? Bought on a discount site for 9.9 yuan, shipping included."

"Yours? Why does it look so expensive?"

Lun Chuan was far from frugal. His job was all about enjoying life, and he admitted this openly:

"Yeah, my cap is cashmere too..."

"I don’t understand all these fabrics and materials—just tell me the price!"

He Kuang’s eyes showed some genuine interest—it was a nice-looking hat. He was clearly tempted by the idea of getting one just like it; after all, the year was almost over, and buying a new set of clothes, shoes, and a hat for himself wasn’t asking too much, right?

He secretly resolved that if the cap cost under 1,000 yuan, he would buy one too!

Until Lun Chuan opened his mouth: "It was a concierge purchase—680 US dollars."

Good news: The hat really didn’t cost over 1,000.

Bad news: The price was in USD.

The two "down-on-their-luck" brothers wearing 600-yuan outdoor jackets and 99-yuan thermal sets thought of how their household finances were controlled by their wives. They couldn’t help feeling despondent.

Forget trying for a 680-dollar hat—even a long down coat might never find its way onto their backs!

As Qin Yun’s wife Chen Li would say: "Men, honestly, why bother dressing so nicely? As long as you’re warm, fed, and not a laughingstock, that’s good enough."

"Whether it’s a 500-yuan jacket or one that’s 5,000 yuan, they’ll ruin it all the same. Better save the money to buy something for the kids instead!"

The two angrily slammed their car doors and climbed in hard.

And then they couldn’t help sighing:

"Married men—absolutely worthless!"

Watching them shut their car doors, seeing Lun Chuan shed his down jacket and place it in the back seat, Lun Jing couldn’t resist breaking into laughter again:

"I mean, really—you’re going to the countryside dressed like that? Aren’t you just making the local girls look dusty and plain in comparison? Do you feel smug about that?"

"It’s fine." Lun Chuan replied indifferently: "This coat will start pilling after two days of wear anyway. By then, I’ll just borrow a fabric razor from their aunt, and everyone’ll feel comfortable again."

"Besides, with Lao Song’s planting techniques, what kind of wealthy people haven’t they seen? It’s not that they don’t wear clothes like these—they just don’t see the value for money. It’s not that they can’t afford it."

"So there’s no need to worry about it."

"Besides, I’ve met both siblings. Qiaoqiao is innocent and straightforward; she wouldn’t care about this kind of thing."

"Song Tan seems pretty generous too, and she has an inherently graceful and delicate appearance. Mom, stop focusing so much on outward stuff."

"As long as we’re sincere people, that’s enough."

Lun Jing thought about her own 168-yuan knit top that had started pilling and decided to just quietly keep her mouth shut.

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