Li Qianxia took a bite of watermelon: "A true win-win situation!"

Li Changzhou ignored the two men and asked Yang Qinglan, "What is it?"

Yang Qinglan glanced at Yaochi, who didn't seem to care that Li Changzhou wasn't responding to the topic and even asked her what was wrong first.

I find Yaochi's smiling face even more annoying now, as if she's confident of victory.

"I knitted you a trench coat using Mier metal." Yang Qinglan opened her hand, and a black trench coat appeared in her fair hands.

"You haven't cultivated?" Li Changzhou asked.

“You’re always at the forefront in battle, so what’s wrong with spending a day knitting you a trench coat? Give it a try.”

Li Changzhou put on the trench coat.

Mid-length, pure black, the size is just right, the cut is neat, and it makes you look even more upright and elegant when you wear it.

With hands tucked into pockets, long legs striding forward, and a slightly nonchalant gaze, one exudes an indescribable air of composure and arrogance.

"It looks so cool! Qinglan, I want one too!" Li Qianxia said immediately.

“Don’t you have a cardigan? You have all kinds of styles, just upgrade it yourself with Mier Metal.” As she spoke, Yang Qinglan’s gaze remained fixed on Li Changzhou.

"Not bad," she laughed. "Very handsome."

"I'm a married man now, so being handsome is useless. I only look at you."

"Not married yet," Yang Qinglan reminded someone with a smile.

"Knit one for me too," Yaochi said with a smile, as if she wasn't the one who had argued with Yang Qinglan earlier.

Yang Qinglan thought for a moment and nodded: "There aren't enough materials to make the armor, so we can only make a single garment. What style do you like?"

"Purple or red Hanfu, a thinner fabric is fine, but it can't be see-through."

"The one you wore in the Ming Dynasty last time?"

"That's about it. We'll make some minor changes to the details, but that piece is still too small-scale, not noble enough, and not ethereal enough."

Watching the two of them chatting away, Li Qianxia gave Li Changzhou, who was lost in his trench coat, a look—Qinglan agreed!

Li Changzhou didn't even bother with her.

Does that mean consent?

Yaochi gave her a lot of Mier metal and Qi Hui, simply because Yang Qinglan didn't want to owe her a favor.

but......

Li Changzhou glanced at the two who were seriously designing their Hanfu looks—Yang Qinglan also wanted to make one herself. Although it was to repay a favor, spending a long time together might subtly influence her, and problems might really arise.

Wait, why is he wearing a trench coat?

Could people wear trench coats in ancient times? Probably not.

But he couldn't change it. This was the first piece of clothing that Yang Qinglan had knitted for him by hand. If he wasn't afraid of being scolded and scorned, he wouldn't want to wear it out to fight.

We must find a way to go to the Great Wall of Divine Will and get some more Mir Metal.

He needs Hanfu, but he can't let Yang Qinglan wear the same one every time (not just when fighting).

“I have a suggestion,” Li Changzhou said. “We don’t actually need that much stock in Qi Hui. Just enough to last us each day is fine. We can use the rest to exchange for Mier metal at the Divine Will Great Wall. I also need a Hanfu, and Qianxia needs to upgrade. You two can’t just have one set of clothes. What if the dynasties are different? You should also have one or two sets of modern clothes, and spares as well.”

Yang Qinglan nodded.

“You didn’t understand what he meant,” Yaochi said to her with a smile. “He wanted us to have more outfits and more styles.”

Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou, her eyes slightly smiling, and asked him, "What kind of clothes do you like me to wear?"

"Men," Yaochi said, arms crossed, adopting the demeanor and tone of a career woman, "are either the kind of women they like who are dressed in white or who are sexy enough. Being sexy is about behavior, and it doesn't have to be about wearing white."

"Just a white dress?" Li Qianxia asked.

“And then there are the gorgeous clothes, like what I’m wearing,” Yaochi continued. “Whether it’s white clothes or gorgeous clothes, what men really like is nobility and unattainability. The higher a woman’s status, the more ethereal and unattainable she is, and the more exquisite and gorgeous her clothes are, the more excited he will be.”

"Is that so?" Yang Qinglan asked Li Changzhou.

"...That seems to make some sense."

"like?"

Li Changzhou scratched the corner of his left eye with his right hand: "She understands men better than I do, and her summary is more insightful than mine."

Yang Qinglan smiled at him, her expression a mixture of reproach and amusement.

“We can also have him wear it for us to see,” Yaochi said, looking Li Changzhou up and down. “Last time in the Republic of China era, I really liked the way he wore a suit, leaned on a cane, and rode in a vintage car. Hanfu is also nice, as are military uniforms and so on. This trench coat he’s wearing now is also very good-looking.”

"What are those!" Li Qianxia stood up. "My brother looks better in a white shirt! Once in high school, when my brother went up for a poetry recitation wearing a white shirt, I heard the new female English teacher swallow hard! That new English teacher was quite pretty!"

"Maybe the teacher just happened to be swallowing her saliva." Li Changzhou firmly denied it.

"Then how do you explain receiving love letters or snacks every day for a month afterward? The girls in your class would even share a cucumber with you!" Li Qianxia said, displaying the same intensity she had when simulating a lawyer's defense in class.

Yang Qinglan smiled and said to Li Changzhou, "Wear it for me next time. Let's see how handsome this white shirt that makes the new pretty female English teacher drool is. If it's really good-looking, I'll share half of my cucumber with you."

"I didn't want theirs," Li Changzhou quickly explained.

“I didn’t want it, I can vouch for that,” Li Qianxia said. “I ate it all. My brother is absolutely clean-living, the factory shipped it directly to you.”

Then it's alright.

“A white shirt,” Yaochi imagined the scene, “How about leaving the buttons undone? And the pants should ideally be pulled down a bit more, to show off your V-line.”

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