He Youyou's suits are all high-end custom-made.
The silhouette and cut are both top-notch.
It accentuated her figure perfectly.
The tailored trousers hugged the leg lines, making the two slender and straight legs appear exceptionally long.
"What are you spacing out for? Aren't you going to come and help me up?"
He Youyou reached out her hand to him.
Zhao Changqing strode over and carried her directly to the dining table.
He Youyou ate while sizing him up.
Zhao Changqing was wearing trousers but was shirtless, revealing his muscular chest and abdomen.
She picked up her phone and typed a message.
[I urgently need a batch of menswear. Could I borrow your stylist to select a few outfits based on this person's style and send them over? Both inner and outerwear are needed. Urgent!]
Then, he took a picture of Zhao Changqing with his phone and sent it.
The other party replied quickly.
[You've invested in a celebrity studio? A rising idol star? Good-looking, consider a more masculine image; he should be a hit.]
He Youyou: [Zhang Muyuan, you truly are the most carefree CEO I've ever met; you reply to messages so quickly.]
Zhang Muyuan: [You flatter me. It's all thanks to my effective management and capable subordinates that I can be so relaxed.]
He Youyou: [I don't have time to chat with you, I have a meeting later. Remember to do what I asked you to do, and it would be best if you could send it over today.]
Zhang Muyuan: [Clothing size?]
He Youyou: [We're about the same height as you, so I should be able to wear your size.]
Zhang Muyuan: [Where should I send it? Give me an address.]
He Youyou: [My home.]
Zhang Muyuan: 【！ ...
He Youyou: [That's right, just like you think. The man I keep at home, the kind who'll take advantage of you and then leave you alone.]
Zhang Muyuan: [The clothes will be delivered this afternoon. I'll tell Miaomiao about the fact that there's a man in your house. You don't mind, do you?]
He Youyou: [Whatever, thanks, brother-in-law.]
Putting her phone away, He Youyou couldn't help but ask, "Hanzhang, why are you staring at me like that?"
Zhao Changqing narrowed his eyes: "I didn't expect that you would be more suggestive when you're dressed than when you're naked."
He Youyou remained silent.
So you're a uniform fetishist.
At 11 o'clock, He Youyou was holding a video conference in her study.
She remained calm, listening attentively to the reports from the project leaders in front of the camera, and offering rational advice.
It was as if nothing had happened that morning.
It was as if her subordinates had never seen her body covered in red marks.
It was as if there wasn't a half-naked man sitting opposite her, staring at her with uninhibited eyes the whole time.
The meeting has ended.
He Youyou turned off her camera and exited the meeting software.
Helplessly, he questioned, "Your Highness, do you really have to sit across from me and stare at me? Don't you have anything else to do?"
Zhao Changqing's gaze lingered on her suit trousers: "In other things... none of them compare to you."
He Youyou rested her chin on her hand and squinted: "Really?"
"Really." Zhao Changqing's gaze was sincere.
He Youyou got up and pulled him into the living room.
After the meeting, she still had a bunch of projects to follow up on.
Having been away for more than two years, she had forgotten the progress of many projects and needed to pick them up as soon as possible.
There's also the issue of work pace.
After two years of easy living, my body became lazy.
Suddenly becoming busy takes some time to adjust to the pace.
At times like these, you shouldn't let irrelevant people distract you.
She pressed the bystanders onto the sofa, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.
"If you have nothing to do, watch some TV and learn about the basics of our world."
A pair of large hands gripped her waist and pulled her into his arms.
"Want to watch it together?"
"I have to work and can't be with you. But after 10 p.m., I'm yours."
Zhao Changqing pecked her on the cheek and reluctantly let go: "It's a deal."
In the afternoon, the stylist from the studio came to deliver the clothes.
Several boxes of various sizes were moved in.
He Youyou asked in shock, "So many?"
The designer exclaimed excitedly, "Since I entered this industry, I've never seen a man with such a unique charisma. He's deeply captivating me..."
He Youyou said expressionlessly, "I'm sorry, he is my man. Please have some self-respect."
The designer quickly replied, "Mr. He, please don't misunderstand. I mean, his charisma deeply attracted me. He is my muse! Mr. He, please let me meet him. From now on, I'm willing to provide him with clothing free of charge!"
He Youyou pointed to the half-naked man on the sofa: "Look, your muse is over there."
The designer's eyes lit up, and she excitedly rushed forward: "Hello, may I ask your name? Would you like to be my model...?"
"Don't block me."
Zhao Changqing frowned, reached out, and impatiently shoved him aside.
He continued to focus intently on the television screen.
He Youyou glanced at the TV screen.
Oh wow—
This program is a perfect match for my major.
On one side of the screen, the program's name was displayed in subtitles: "The Complete Documentary of World War X".
At this moment, the television screen showed planes flying erratically, tanks running rampant, guns roaring, and flames erupting everywhere.
The battle was extremely fierce.
He Youyou apologized to the designer, "I'm sorry, he probably doesn't have time for you right now. Let's reschedule for another time."
The designer was somewhat disappointed, but there was nothing he could do.
"Mr. He, may I ask this gentleman's surname?"
"His surname is Zhao."
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