After dinner, Zhong Tingyue washed the dishes. When she came out of the kitchen, she saw her fiancé wearing a well-tailored dark blue wool coat, paired with slim black jeans and clean black leather ankle boots. He looked handsome, dashing, and... flamboyant.

Zhong Tingyue was taken aback. Chu Fang usually dressed casually, so why did he have such an air about him today?

"Are you going to see your dream girl?"

Once a man gets used to something, it's very difficult for him to change, not even if the sky falls, such as traditional handicrafts; but men are also very easy to change, changing themselves in an instant, for example, once they have a partner, they immediately give up traditional handicrafts.

"Yes."

Is there a chance?

"It's a sure thing, all that's missing is your kiss."

Zhong Tingyue: "..."

That's so tacky.

Chu Fang nudged her: "Hurry up, you owe me a dance today, go get dressed."

Oh~~~

Zhong Tingyue immediately understood.

So he was waiting for her here.

Since I have nothing to do today, this is a good opportunity to return the favor.

"Then you don't need to dress so flamboyantly..."

Although she's a bit of a show-off, I have to admit, her fiancé is really handsome!

It's not just his appearance, but also the noble air about him that he exudes. Many wealthy women would definitely like a male model like him.

"I've been thinking about it, and I can't dance at home. We need to choose a good time and place." Chu Fang tugged at his sleeve. "Oh, never mind that. Just hurry up and change your clothes and come with me."

Zhong Tingyue went inside, found a simple but warm set of clothes, and came out. Chu Fang saw her and asked, "Why are you dressed so plainly?"

He waved his hand and continued, "Never mind, it doesn't matter if it's plain or not, we'll just have to buy other clothes anyway."

As he spoke, he pulled Zhong Tingyue away from home.

"Where to?" she asked after getting into the car.

"In your heart."

“... ..."

After driving for a short while, the two arrived at a clothing store. Upon entering, they discovered that it was a clothing store with a traditional Chinese style, displaying clothes that were all antique and elegant.

"I think you would look beautiful dancing in those classical clothes!" Chu Fang stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought, and chuckled.

Zhong Tingyue: "... ..."

Well, this man must be caught up in some kind of fantasy, unable to extricate himself.

This man was extremely lazy when it came to interior design, but when it came to devising unorthodox or unconventional ideas, his mind was incredibly active, like a volcanic eruption, coming up with a new idea every few minutes.

Chu Fang quickly came to his senses, tugged at Zhong Tingyue's clothes and said, "Go try on the clothes quickly."

Then he said to the sales assistant, "Have her change into the most beautiful Hanfu in your store."

He patted his chest and belly, his voice booming: "I'll pay!"

"Understood!" The sales assistant bowed slightly.

This guy is rich; he's not short of money. What he wants is enjoyment and that feeling.

If you serve them well, one day's income can be equivalent to a month's income.

Distinguished guests are arriving, so we should serve them well... ...Never mind, I'll serve them myself.

I have the appearance of a young lady, but the fate of a maid.

well... ...

In less than a second, the sales assistant, her mind a jumble of emotions, quickly composed herself, gave a slight bow, and led Zhong Tingyue deeper into the store.

After the two left, Chu Fang surveyed the surroundings. There were many customers in the store, mostly young women dressed in flamboyant attire.

"Uncle, you'd better watch your eyes, or we might sue you for harassment," a young woman dressed in strange clothes said in a charming voice.

Chu Fang pointed to himself: "Me?"

"Yes."

"Uncle?"

The woman looked Chu Fang up and down, then hesitated for a moment before saying, "Hmm... ...a handsome older man."

No, do you even have eyes? Do I look like an old man?

Chu Fang said calmly, "I'm twenty-four."

I'm thirteen.

Oh, that's alright then.

Chu Fang glanced at the girl and couldn't help but sigh; the girl was indeed precocious.

The girls, dressed in their finest attire, looked like grown-up women, while the boys, also thirteen, were still discussing whether Han Xin could take on two opponents at level two by stealing the blue buff.

Chu Fang hesitated and asked, "What's this?"

"Cosplay!" the thirteen-year-old girl said crisply, raising her hands and twirling around to show herself off. "Isn't it pretty?"

"nice."

"Is she prettier than that older sister?"

She is my fiancée.

"I can tell."

She is older than me.

"Huh? I didn't realize you'd made such a good deal, uncle."

“... ..."

If we're not sisters, aren't you bullying me a bit?

I've already said that Zhong Tingyue is my fiancée and she's older than me. You still call me "uncle" and Zhong Tingyue "sister." Are you really not giving me any face?

In Chu Fang's mind, he imagined himself as Liu Huaqiang, swinging a beer bottle at the head of this thirteen-year-old girl.

Forget it, I don't want to argue with her at thirteen.

As the two chatted, he learned that there was a cosplay convention nearby, so he came to the store today to choose his favorite Hanfu to wear and show off.

Before long, Zhong Tingyue appeared in an exquisite and delicate Hanfu, with a light sky blue as the main color. The lapels were embroidered with delicate cloud and water patterns outlined in silver thread. She swayed gently with each step, her hair was tied up in a high bun and secured with a simple yet gorgeous jade hairpin, with a few strands of hair falling naturally to her temples.

In an instant, she stole the spotlight from everyone present, while she herself shone brightly, her steps light and graceful, each one so composed and unhurried.

The saleswoman was also surprised. Having worked in the Hanfu industry for so long, she had seen too many women wearing Hanfu, and most of the time it was... a disaster. Only a very few women wore Hanfu with charm, and Zhong Tingyue was the most stunning one she had ever seen.

"How is it?" Zhong Tingyue asked.

Chu Fang slapped his thigh: "I'll buy it."

He rarely has such a strong desire to buy something, not even something worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions could give him the same desire as he does now.

If you don't buy it, you're not human, you're not a man!

Zhong Tingyue turned around and continued trying on clothes. What followed was a stunning sight for everyone in the store: Zhong Tingyue appeared in various Hanfu outfits, each more magnificent than the last, possessing a unique charm and gentle elegance...

Zhong Tingyue tried on each outfit, and almost every one gave people a different feeling.

The thirteen-year-old girl nudged Chu Fang: "Uncle, you don't seem to be good enough for that lady."

“... ..."

You're not worthy! You're not worthy of three keys for ten yuan!

You're thirteen years old already, how come you still don't understand social etiquette?

Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.

The sales assistant led Zhong Tingyue to try on all the high-end Hanfu in the store, and then they came out. Zhong Tingyue asked, "Which one do you like better?"

"Every set."

Only children make choices; Chu Fang wants it all.

The sales assistant packed up the Hanfu she had just tried on and then went to the counter to pay. The few simple Hanfu sets cost her six figures.

It's expensive, but it's definitely worth it!