Chapter 92 Suit

On Lin Yan's side, the tedious work of company registration and preliminary preparations has finally come to an end.

He has been receiving phone calls frequently recently, and it seems that he is contacting a foundry to make samples in preparation for production.

He said that there were several companies interested in cooperating, but Boss Lin was a person who had a spirit of continuous improvement in his bones. This first batch of products, especially, was the cornerstone of the company's reputation, so the quality had to be excellent.

It's not enough to just look at the information or listen to the exaggerated claims on the phone. You have to go there in person to see for yourself their production process and quality control.

To put it bluntly, I have to be away on business for a few days.

What surprised me even more was that this guy was now at least a proper "General Lin".

That day he suddenly asked me to accompany him to the mall to buy a "proper" suit.

Of course I agree wholeheartedly - just kidding, who doesn't want to see their man look even more handsome in a well-tailored suit?

Turns out... I was naive.

When you walk into the mall, the bright lights and the dazzling windows are simply dazzling.

But we were clearly heading straight to the custom-made suit area, but Lin Yan seemed to be pressed the slow-motion button, walking and stopping along the way.

His eyes were like radars. Whenever he saw a model in the window wearing clothes that he thought would suit me, he would be unable to move.

"Ruirui, try this one?" He pointed to a light gray sweatshirt with a neat design.

"Baby, this color suits you." He picked up another haze blue cashmere sweater.

"Wife, this jacket..." His eyes fixed on a casual jacket with a strong sense of design.

I was like a doll that was carefully dressed up. I had just warmed up one sweatshirt and hadn't even cut the label when it was stuffed into the next one.

The smiles of "hurt" on the faces of the saleswomen were so obvious.

When I finally came out of the fitting room, carrying several heavy paper bags with big brand logos, a sweet-talking young lady said with a smile, "Sir, you are so good to your lover."

My love... this name makes my ears burn and my face feel ashamed.

What’s even more terrible is that when I saw Lin Yan scanning the code to pay without changing his expression, the zeros that popped up on the screen made me dizzy.

This prodigal man!

"Hey, Lin Yan!" I tugged at his sleeve and lowered my voice. "You haven't even seen the first pot of gold yet, and you're already spending it like water? The landlord doesn't even have any surplus food!"

Lin Yan turned his head and smiled as if it was a matter of course, and rubbed my hair: "Isn't it natural to spend money on your wife?" After saying that, he gave me a loud kiss on the forehead, which attracted more obvious laughter from the side.

"Ouch..." I almost wanted to cover my face. "I'm not some celebrity or internet celebrity. I just play games and read papers at home every day. Why do I need so many clothes?"

"You look good in clothes, and it makes me feel better just looking at you." He had a good reason and said with confidence, "Just think of it as... satisfying your husband's little hobby?"

I was so choked by him that I was speechless. I could only accept my fate and let him lead the way forward. I also had to be vigilant at all times to see which window his radar-like eyes would scan next, and quickly pull him away from the "danger zone".

How could this be considered buying a suit for him? It was clearly me being his dress-up model!

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived at the real destination of this trip - a high-end custom suit shop that looks like it exudes an "I'm very expensive" atmosphere.

The heavy glass door opened, revealing a low-key decoration inside. The air was filled with a faint mixed smell of leather and wool. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Lin Yan went in to measure his body, select materials, and try on clothes.

I was like a little assistant, and was asked to wait on the leather sofa in the rest area.

I sank into the soft sofa and was finally able to catch my breath.

After an unknown amount of time, the curtain of the fitting room was drawn open.

I subconsciously looked up, and then - my whole body seemed to be paused, and my breathing stopped for a moment.

Lin Yan walked out.

A dark grey, extremely well-tailored suit perfectly wrapped around his tall figure.

The broad shoulders, narrow waist and straight long legs are outlined vividly.

The sheen of the fabric is low-key and noble, which makes his whole aura look different.

He specially styled his hair before going out today. The loose hair on his forehead was combed up, revealing his full forehead and handsome brow bones.

His usual lazy and casual temperament was completely restrained, replaced by a calm, sharp, and elite feeling of being in control of the overall situation. The real feeling of "the eldest son of the Lin family" came to him, with an indescribable sense of distance and... fatal attraction.

I opened my mouth and stared at him walking towards me. My mind was blank and I couldn't even form a complete sentence.

He was obviously very satisfied with my reaction. A smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He walked up to me, put his arm around my waist very naturally, and lifted me up from the sofa.

A deep and magnetic voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of teasing: "What's wrong, Ruirui? Are you stunned? Have you never seen your husband in a suit?"

I finally found my voice and stammered, "Nonsense! Of course I haven't seen him! Lin Yan...you...you're so handsome!"

I couldn't help but touch the smooth, crisp fabric of the suit. "This is the kind of clothing you should wear! Really!"

As I was talking, my face started to feel hot for no apparent reason, and my mind flashed uncontrollably with some images that were not suitable to be imagined in public.

Lin Yan raised his eyebrows and pinched my hot cheeks: "You like it so much after the first set?"

"Yeah..." I nodded a little embarrassedly, my voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "...I like it." My face turned even redder.

He seemed pleased by my appearance, chuckled, and turned back to try a few other sets.

Navy blue, plaid, pure black... each suit seems to be tailor-made for him (it was), perfectly setting off his figure and aura.

He's simply a walking suit rack!

"This one, and this one," I said to the waiting clerk next to me after he finished trying them on. I pointed to a few of my favorites and said, "Pack them all up."

Lin Yan frowned slightly: "Baby, just buy one set. There aren't that many occasions in normal times."

"I like to see you wearing it, okay?" I was assertive for once and glared at him, "Change it!"

Lin Yan looked at me, his eyes softened, and he smiled indulgently: "Okay, okay, if our Ruirui likes it, then buy it."

He came over and, ignoring the clerk's presence, quickly kissed me on the lips, "Listen to your wife."

Leaving the mall, the bags in my hands felt heavier. Back at our cozy little home, I was so exhausted I slumped onto the sofa like a pool of melted slime.

Lin Yan stood in the middle of the living room, wearing the dark gray trophy suit, with an upright posture, and the light cast a sharp silhouette on him.

I looked at him and couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse... Boss Lin, after all this dressing up, I don't even look like someone from the same class as me. I feel like your mistress."

This was said jokingly, but looking at his dignified and imposing appearance, I felt a subtle sense of distance in my heart.

Hearing this, Lin Yan strides towards me, his long legs snaking. He rips off the tie that constricts his neck, his movements casual and feral, but his gaze, like that of a beast stalking its prey, approaches me step by step, a powerful pressure building. The sofa sags, and he leans in closer, his warm breath brushing my face.

My heartbeat went haywire, my face flushed, and I sensed a hint of danger: "Hey... you, don't come over here. It would be a shame to get my newly bought suit dirty..."

"Don't you like it very much, Ruirui?"

He chuckled, brushing his fingers lightly across my cheek, his eyes dark, "Ever since you put it on, your eyes haven't left me."

He blinked, and his face, which looked even more handsome in his suit, revealed an almost innocent expression. It was simply unfair!

“Even if I like you, I can’t…” Before I could finish my sentence, he picked me up by the waist and sat me directly on his lap.

This posture... I was wearing a loose sweatshirt and jeans, looking like a naive student, while he was wearing an expensive custom-made suit, looking mature and steady.

The strong contrast made me curl my toes in shame, and I could especially clearly feel the tight thigh muscles beneath me, and... a certain part that was ready to go and had a strong presence through the expensive fabric of my trousers.

This picture is so impactful!

"Ruirui," his voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of temptation, "Do you want to..."

"What are you thinking about..." My voice was trembling, and I refused without any confidence, "The clothes... I just bought... are wrinkled..." I couldn't believe what I said.

"Is that so?" Lin Yan chuckled, but his big hands slid down my back, landing on the back of my waist and kneading it gently, "How about... you do it yourself?"

"Huh?" I was stunned. "Hey, Lin Yan! What's the connection between these two things?"

"Because you said you didn't want to wrinkle my clothes," he moved closer, his hot breath spraying on my ear, causing a shudder, and my breathing became noticeably heavier, "But... I still want to see you... see you do it for me..."

The low, pleading voice entered my ears, "Please, please, my dear wife, just once..."

Damn it! With this incredibly handsome face, begging me in such a spoiled tone... who can resist this!

"...Okay." I heard my voice as soft as a mosquito's hum and I compromised resignedly.

Under his gaze, I could only reluctantly stretch out my hand, my fingertips hesitantly reaching for my waistband.

Lin Yan grabbed my wrist.

"No," he shook his head, his eyes filled with unquestionable control, "We have to proceed step by step."

He guided my hand and placed it on his chest.

My face was so hot I could fry an egg. Playing with my breasts... in front of him? This was too embarrassing! But looking at his deep, expectant, and commanding eyes, I gritted my teeth and tremblingly lifted the hem of my sweatshirt.

……harmonious……

And this suit is destined to occupy its unique and "glorious" place in our secret battlefield of desire forever in the days to come.