An Nuan tried hard to break free from Ye Jinghuai’s shackles.
Ye Jinghuai was so strong that she couldn’t move at all.
She lowered her voice and said to Ye Jinghuai through gritted teeth, “Ye Jinghuai, what do you want?”
“Help me choose a formal suit,” Ye Jinghuai said.
An Nuan frowned. “Didn’t you already choose one?”
“When did I choose one?” Ye Jinghuai asked back.
She finally saw how shameless a man could be.
The staff had obviously already brought the suit he picked to him, but hearing Ye Jinghuai's words, the staff scuttled away like crabs, embarrassed...
At that moment, An Nuan felt injustice for the staff.
“What style do you like?” An Nuan asked, trying her best to stay calm.
She really didn't want to waste time with this guy.
When they left Guangming Building, they were already a bit late.
“I like your style,” Ye Jinghuai replied.
He even smiled brightly.
Qin Jiang probably couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't help but say, "Save the sweet talk for the bedroom, okay? There's a single dog here getting fed too much dog food!"
An Nuan was so embarrassed by what Qin Jiang said.
She retorted, "What single dog?!"
"I don't have a wife."
"You have so many flings, and you still call yourself single?" An Nuan was speechless.
Qin Jiang was a typical playboy with countless women... Just like Ye Jinghuai.
No wonder the two were such good friends.
They were partners in crime.
"It's just physical for me, no emotional involvement," Qin Jiang said matter-of-factly.
An Nuan didn't want to bother with Qin Jiang anymore.
Talking about views on love with a stallion was like playing music to a cow!
Anyway...
In a few years, there would be a woman who would make him wish he was dead.
She turned to look at Ye Jinghuai. "Let me go and I'll help you choose a formal suit."
"Okay," Ye Jinghuai released his grip.
He looked full of anticipation.
At that moment, An Nuan strangely felt some pressure.
It was like when someone had too much expectation in you, and you worried about not being able to deliver.
An Nuan really felt that Ye Jinghuai was very good at bewitching people.
Unknowingly, he could make you follow in his footsteps.
She told herself to stay calm and choose carefully.
"How about this one?" An Nuan pointed to a charcoal gray suit and said.
"Mrs. Ye has great taste. This is our designer's flagship style this season, but because of the avant-garde tailoring, few people dare to try it except celebrities. But actually, this is really handsome. This is what our model looks like wearing it." Saying so, the staff enthusiastically brought out photos from Fashion Week on their tablet.
An Nuan took a glance.
She said frankly, "Ye Jinghuai would look even more handsome in it."
It wasn't meant as flattery for Ye Jinghuai.
Rather, it was her sensitivity towards fashion. She could almost tell at a glance what styles would suit what kind of people.
Back then, the outfits she picked for Gu Yan Sheng were repeatedly praised by the media for making Gu Yan Sheng the best-dressed man in Qingcheng.
Thinking of all her careful efforts for Gu Yan Sheng, only to have it all go to the dogs!
"You flatter me, ma'am," Ye Jinghuai's voice seemed to carry a smile.
An Nuan rolled her eyes, too lazy to respond.
Now she knew that Ye Jinghuai's tail must be wagging.
Give this guy an inch, and he'll take a mile.
Seeing An Nuan give no reply, the staff quickly moved to liven up the atmosphere, "Master Ye is the most handsome man in all of Qingcheng. Of course he looks amazing in anything. Master Ye, please wait a moment while I fetch the suit for you to change into."
Ye Jinghuai nodded slightly.
As he turned to look at An Nuan, "May I return the favor and help you pick one?"
"No need, I can choose myself," An Nuan rejected.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Ye Jinghuai's taste.
After all, the wedding dress he chose for her really shocked her.
But in comparison, she still preferred to rely on herself.
Ye Jinghuai didn't insist. He just accompanied her as she chose her dress.
Qin Jiang at the side, really, was about to spit blood.
Couldn't these two stop being so lovey-dovey?
The whole country knew they were married. What was the point of showing off?!
"Master Ye, I've prepared the suit for you. Please come to the fitting room and our staff will help you change into it." The staff came up respectfully.
Ye Jinghuai nodded slightly.
He left with them.
When he left, An Nuan had also chosen her formal dress. She waited for a while before the staff accompanied her to the fitting room to change.
As soon as she walked in, she came face to face with Tong Zhitong who had just changed.
The two looked at each other directly.
An Nuan knew it was impossible for her and Tong Zhitong to become friends, and they were even in an adversarial relationship. Naturally, she wouldn't be hypocritical and greet Tong Zhitong on her own initiative. She just brushed past Tong Zhitong.
"An Nuan," Tong Zhitong suddenly stopped and called out to her.
An Nuan also paused in her steps.
"Ye Jingxuan and I broke up," Tong Zhitong said.
An Nuan's brows furrowed slightly. She gave a faint smile, "That's Miss Tong's personal matter. There's no need to give me a special report."
"Report? What a joke!" Tong Zhitong's face darkened. "I'm just telling you I'm single now. I have the right to pursue love."
"You being single doesn't mean others are too. Miss Tong, being a third party is prone to divine retribution. It would be best for Miss Tong to think thrice."
"An Nuan!" Just a few words provoked Tong Zhitong to instantly change her expression.
An Nuan directly walked away.
That is, half a sentence more would be pointless.
Moreover, infuriating someone to the point of exploding and then turning to leave was the highest realm of quarreling.
She entered the fitting room and changed into her dress.
When she finished changing and went out,
Ye Jinghuai had also changed.
He was now standing in front of the mirror, wearing a charcoal gray double-breasted suit with side vents, elegant and refined. The slightly mottled white shell buttons on the front added a touch of uniqueness, clearly conveying a sense of restraint. It was a very popular style, one that would remain prevalent for many years to come. The perfectly tailored trousers accentuated his sturdy legs, making his whole figure look tall and upright, noble and modest.
Ye Jinghuai's looks and temperament could really fulfill every woman's fantasy.
An Nuan just looked at Ye Jinghuai, looked at all the staff showing infatuated smiles around Ye Jinghuai, looked at the undisguised admiration in Tong Zhitong's eyes for Ye Jinghuai.
"Does it look good?" Ye Jinghuai's eyes glanced over.
His gaze seemed to rest only on her.
It felt as if no matter when, whenever she looked at him, he would also be looking at her.
At this moment, facing his sincere gaze, her heart seemed to stir.
She said, "It looks good."
It really did look very good.
