Chapter 25 "She's been hit by several men before, and she's so skilled..."

Inside the room, Ding Qianru had regained her composure. She lifted her strapless dress and held it up against Wen Jia's body, then leaned close to Wen Jia's ear and said meaningfully, "Haven't you and Chairman Xu done 'that' yet?"

Wen Jia blinked rapidly, "What? What?"

Ding Qianru was too embarrassed to be too direct, so she cleverly used another way of saying it, emphasizing each word: "...frank, honest, and open with each other."

Wen Jia looked embarrassed and was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain. She could neither say that their relationship was contractual nor that it was purely platonic.

First, Ding Qianru would never believe that the feelings between adult men and women were just like holding hands and playing house. Second, the word 'pure' would never be used to describe them; after all, they had already kissed, so how could they be pure?

After a moment's thought, she gave a very honest answer: "We haven't been together long, and he respects me a lot."

Ding Qianru pursed her lips, "Really? I didn't expect Chairman Xu to be such a gentleman."

Wen Jia gave her a half-smile, "Doesn't he look like a gentleman?"

"No... I mean..." Ding Qianru leaned close to Wen Jia's ear, cupping her mouth with her hand as she whispered, "I thought he was the kind of guy who seemed serious on the surface but was actually a womanizer with his girlfriend..."

Wen Jia raised an eyebrow, unsure how to answer, because she genuinely didn't know whether Xu Shaoting was playing dirty tricks or not.

There's no need to know.

Ding Qianru glanced towards the door and winked at Wen Jia, "Girls' talk, don't betray me."

The latter gave her a knowing look and said, "I'm on your side, darling," before ending the conversation.

Wen Jia was tossed around by Ding Qianru for ten minutes inside the room without being able to put on her dress, so she had to call another staff member in to help. When the staff member saw Wen Jia, her expression instantly lit up. "This is the first time I've seen a celebrity up close like this," she said, looking down shyly. "You are indeed even more beautiful than on screen."

Wen Jia smiled gently at her. After she finished dressing, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The dress was champagne gold in color, sleeveless with a fitted waist, and the halter neck and deep V-neck connected to the fishtail skirt. On her, it looked more like a shirt than a shirt.

Ding Qianru's eyes lit up as she clapped her hands and showered Xu Shaoting with praise. After praising him, she skillfully opened the door to the dressing room and found Xu Shaoting patiently waiting outside.

Hearing the noise, he casually looked up from his phone screen, his gaze rising and falling as he carefully examined the person inside from top to bottom.

Wen Jia turned around, her eyes crinkling with a smile, "How is it? Does it look good?"

Xu Shaoting replied calmly, "Not bad."

Wen Jia adjusted her deep V-neckline. "Isn't it... a little too much?"

"Whatever you like is fine; my opinion doesn't matter."

"to be honest."

Xu Shaoting stroked his chin with his thumb, pondered for a moment, and said, "...too bold," before adding, "but if you like it, that's fine."

This answer was exactly what she expected. Wen Jia raised an eyebrow. "I knew you would say that," she said, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of reproach. "I'll try something else."

The man at the door turned his watch, glanced down, and said, "Take your time, pick out your favorite one."

Wen Jia tried on about twenty dresses in total. She had to slump on a soft stool and let Ding Qianru and the staff help her put on the last one.

Ding Qianru zipped up the zipper on her side, pushed her in front of the mirror, crossed her arms and circled her once, then made the final decision: "This one, darling."

Wen Jia looked in the mirror, and her tired, hazy eyes instantly cleared. The dress was off-white with a strapless design. The pleated bodice added a sense of three-dimensionality and layering. A large satin bow connected one side of the skirt, and a long train hung down below, creating a visually striking contrast of different lengths.

She jumped for joy and ran out of the dressing room, barefoot, to the soft cushions in the living room.

Xu Shaoting was sitting in the middle of the sofa when she ran up to him, lifted her skirt, and twirled around gracefully. "How is it? Does it look good?"

He looked up at her, his dark pupils as deep and unfathomable as the night, as if admiring her, yet also as if restraining himself, and slowly answered her, "It's beautiful. Do you like it?"

Wen Jia nodded, bent her knees and knelt on his lap, revealing her two smooth and slender legs, her delicate ankles unconsciously hooking around his dark suit trousers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "I love it, this is my favorite set."

The two were very close, with Xu Shaoting holding her waist with one arm and supporting her back with the other, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him for an instant.

Seeing this, everyone around looked away, glancing left and right, but no one dared to look at the sofa.

Wen Jia's eyes were striking, bright, and slightly upturned. At this moment, her pupils were round and bright, and her expression was so joyful, as if she had truly obtained a priceless treasure.

The two whispered to each other, their bodies very close, their lines inevitably brushing against his full chest muscles.

Xu Shaoting wanted to be both a gentleman and a rogue. He suppressed a certain impulse in his body and subtly concealed the increasingly heavy breathing that shouldn't be coming from him.

However, Wen Jia was so focused on the dress she liked that she didn't notice anything unusual about him.

The man let out a barely audible sigh of relief, his hand casually brushing against her cold, bare ankles, finally managing to steer the conversation away, "Go put on your shoes, you'll catch a cold."

Wen Jia had no objection. She smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt caused by her movements, broke free from his warm embrace, and suddenly got off him, then ran to the dressing room.

He suddenly felt empty, but he deliberately didn't look at her. Instead, he slowly straightened his suit pants and jacket before getting up and walking towards the dressing room.

Inside the door, Wen Jia helped Ding Qianru into a pair of white patent leather stilettos with red soles that matched her dress. She felt the light suddenly dim and looked towards the doorway.

Xu Shaoting stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorway, not daring to step inside, but simply gazing intently at her. He was so tall that he almost completely blocked out most of the light from outside.

Wen Jia extended her index finger and beckoned to him, "Help me choose some jewelry."

Xu Shaoting straightened his long legs and walked inside, chuckling, "Honored."

He then walked to the display case full of jewelry, glanced at it casually, and his gaze stopped in front of a string of Australian white pearls. He hooked his index finger, easily picked up the necklace, and walked behind her to put it on her.

She stood in front of him; the man's shoulders were broad enough that, in the mirror, his figure seemed to envelop her entirely.

Wen Jia lowered her head and stroked the necklace. The quality was excellent, unlike ordinary pearls on the market. It was not a dull white, but had a silvery luster.

He gave her the necklace twice, and both times she was tempted by it. She was naturally delighted, but she didn't show it on her face.

Xu Shaoting carefully determined the length for her, fastened the necklace clasp, and glanced at the overall look. "This one suits you very well."

Then, she looked away and glanced around the dressing room, saying in a deep voice, "Take a look at the other styles you like and keep them all."

Wen Jia clicked her tongue, then, becoming more sensible, said, "It's too expensive, and how am I supposed to wear all of these..."

"Don't you often have to walk the red carpet?"

"...I don't live on the red carpet."

"If you don't choose, then let them keep all the sizes that suit you."

Wen Jia thought he was crazy and lowered her voice: "My walk-in closet is full."

Xu Shaoting remained calm, "Leave it at my house."

This was the first time Wen Jia had ever seen someone threaten someone to give a gift like this, and she laughed and said, "Chairman Xu, are you a plant hired by Velra?"

Xu Shaoting glanced at him, composed himself, and said, "There will be many occasions in the future where you will be needed to accompany me, and you will be able to wear it."

In the end, under his "coercion and enticement" and Ding Qianru's "persuasive words," Wen Jia kept several dresses, choosing only the ones she liked, and reluctantly declined any overly exotic styles.

Ding Qianru was overjoyed. When they arrived, their luggage was full, but when they left, they only took a small portion of it back with them. She almost called the manager on the spot to come over and kneel down to kowtow to Xu Shaoting.

After VELRA and his group left, the dressing room became much more spacious. Xu Shaoting glanced at his watch and said leisurely, "The makeup artist will be here soon."

faint……

While Wen Jia was getting her makeup done, Xu Shaoting changed his clothes: a navy blue double-breasted British-style suit jacket, a white shirt, suit trousers, a tourbillon watch, gemstone cufflinks, and black leather shoes.

When Wen Jia finished her makeup and came to find him, he was standing in front of the display case, his snow-white collar casually open. His slender fingers hovered in the air, finally stopping on a tie that matched the color of Wen Jia's dress, and he took it out.

Seeing this, she stepped forward, took the tie from his hand with remarkable ease, and tiptoed slightly to help him tie it.

Xu Shaoting seemed to enjoy it, but he kept his head down, staring at the person in front of him and her skillful technique. "You've hit several men before, and you're so skilled?"

“No less than thirty,” Wen Jia said casually.

She neatly tied a Windsor knot for him, then carefully tucked his tie under his suit jacket. After doing this, she reached out and lightly patted Xu Shaoting's chest, whispering in his ear:

"Of these thirty men, Chairman Xu, you are the only one who cares about how many men I have tied a tie for."

Her smile was captivating; her eyes, nose, and jawline were sharp yet gentle, and her gaze seemed to ripple with emotion.

After saying this, she turned to leave, but as soon as her toes turned, a large hand suddenly grabbed her waist. Xu Shaoting gently pulled her arm back into his embrace without even using any effort.

His chest muscles pressed against her back, and a full-length mirror stood in front of them, completely trapping Wen Jia within him. Xu Shaoting raised his eyes, leisurely examining her reflection in the mirror, then slightly turned his head, his lips close to her ear, "Say it again."

Wen Jia's smile deepened, and she asked indirectly, "Which sentence is Chairman Xu referring to?"

"You know it yourself." Xu Shaoting turned her around so that she was facing him, and his arms around her waist tightened, deliberately pressing her body closer to him, with so much force that her toes almost left the ground, but without causing her any pain.

His gaze swept downwards from her eyes, his dark pupils revealing a dangerous expression, like a lion preparing to hunt on the savanna.

Finally, it seemed he had spotted his prey.

However, he failed.

There was a knock on the door of the dressing room, and Lin Youzhe stood outside. "Chairman Xu, it's almost time to leave."

In fact, Lin Youzhe waited ten minutes before urging him. If it were only Xu Shaoting who was there, he might have arrived ten minutes earlier. But he knew that Wen Jia was also inside, and even if he gave Xu Shaoting another forty minutes, it wouldn't be enough. So he boldly came to break the enchanting spring scenery in the room.

But he didn't expect that his arrival was so untimely. The two of them were almost nose to nose when Xu Shaoting heard the noise and suddenly stopped.

The mist in his deep eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by a clear gaze, as if nothing had happened. He released his grip on Wen Jia's arms, pulled away from her, and cleared his throat. "I understand."

It was already 5:30 in the evening when the Maybach drove out of the manor. Wen Jia had been trying on dresses and putting on makeup, and her buttocks were sore from sitting for so long. The whole process was no less than the preparations she made before walking the red carpet. She was tired and exhausted. She sat in the car, resting her head on Xu Shaoting's arm and closing her eyes to rest.

She blinked and said quietly, "I want to terminate my contract with you."

Xu Shaoting looked down at the person in his arms and couldn't help but chuckle: "What did you say?"

"I told you I wanted to terminate my contract with you, I'm so tired."

Xu Shaoting's eyes darkened. "You can't even handle this?"

Wen Jia's inner alarm bells rang loudly, "Does this mean I have to accompany you to social events every single day?"

Xu Shaoting laughed and said, "What, you don't want to?"

Wen Jia lowered her eyes, broke free from her embrace, and became serious. Just a moment ago she had been somewhat excited and joyful, but now she was like a balloon with a hole punched in it, deflated.

She said very seriously, "I don't want to."

"reason?"

Wen Jia brushed her hand across her face, looked away, her eyes cold and indifferent:

"Then you'll be no different from Zhou Jingcheng."

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Author's Note: Ding Qianru, all I can say is that you are absolutely right.