The tailor's measuring tape swept lightly across the hem of the skirt, making a soft, rustling sound.
Yu Jiuyuan lowered her eyes to look at the flowing champagne color in the mirror, her fingertips unconsciously brushing against the tightening lines of her waist.
The curves here have been modified to fit the body better, and as you walk, they create subtle folds that ripple outwards like the surface of a lake being rippled by the wind.
"Miss Yu's waistline is simply perfect," the old tailor exclaimed sincerely, marking the inside of the skirt with chalk in his hand.
"By reducing this half inch, it won't affect your movement, and it will make your waist-to-hip ratio just right. When you stand next to President Xie during the signing, you will definitely be the center of attention."
When Xie Zhecheng's name was mentioned, the air seemed to freeze for half a second.
Yu Jiuyuan didn't turn around, but she could clearly see Rong Shenghan's expression in the mirror.
He was still standing at the door of the fitting room, half of his body shrouded in shadow. The gentle smile on his face hadn't faded, but the gaze falling on her back felt like it was covered with a thin layer of ice, seeping into her skin with a cool sensation.
"Really?" Yu Jiuyuan turned to the mirror, winked at herself, and spoke in a naive tone as if she were discussing the weather.
"That's great. After all, it's a signing ceremony with the Su family, so we can't let Saint Sakura lose face. President Xie is so particular about his demeanor, so I, as the student council president, can't be too sloppy."
She deliberately emphasized the words "President Xie," and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Rong Shenghan's fingers, placed at his side, were slightly curled, and his knuckles were white.
very good.
That's how it should be.
The calmer the surface of the water, the more turbulent the undercurrents.
She wanted to stir things up herself and see just how crazy these pets she kept would be for her.
“What does Vice President Rong think?” Yu Jiuyuan turned around, her gaze meeting his eyes directly, her smile as innocent as a harmless lily of the valley.
"Wouldn't this be too ostentatious? After all, the Su family and the Lin family have a good relationship. Although Director Lin left first, if he sees the photos later, he might think that I, as the chairman, am not mature enough."
She deliberately brought up Lin Yanran, like throwing another pebble into a calm atmosphere of jealousy.
Rong Shenghan smiled and stepped forward, his steps as light as a cat's.
He didn't answer her question. Instead, he bent down, lifted a corner of her skirt with his fingertips, his movements elegant, but his eyes held a playful scrutiny: "Is the fabric Italian iridescent silk? It changes color under different lighting."
“Mmm,” Yu Jiuyuan nodded, letting his fingertips slide across the hem of her skirt.
"The designer said that it looks champagne gold under warm light and pinkish under cool light. The lighting in the signing venue should be mainly warm white, which will match President Xie's dark gray suit perfectly."
Xie Zhecheng was mentioned again.
Rong Shenghan raised an eyebrow, then suddenly gripped the piece of silk fabric tightly with his fingertips.
The soft fabric wrinkled in his palm, like a crumpled flower.
“Yuanyuan,” his voice was low, with a strange magnetism, “you mentioned Xie Zhecheng quite a bit today.”
It's not a question, it's a statement.
Yu Jiuyuan's smile remained unchanged, and she even moved closer to him, almost touching his chest: "Because we're talking about signing a contract. He's the club representative, and I'm the student council president, so we have to coordinate things."
She tilted her head up, her nose brushing against his chin, her tone innocent like a child's, "You just got back, so you might not know the details of the exhibition. President Xie has been busy with this collaboration for almost a month."
She deliberately emphasized Xie Zhecheng's contributions, as if she were pulling the bowstring on his already tense nerves.
Rong Shenghan looked down at her.
The girl's eyes were incredibly bright, clearly reflecting his image; she seemed to be completely absorbed in him.
But only he knows how deceiving those eyes are. One second they can smile at you with a smile as warm as spring flowers, and the next second they can use the most innocent expression to rip out your heart and trample it underfoot.
He knew it all too well.
Because of himself, he willingly allowed himself to be torn apart by her countless times, and he even enjoyed it.
"Is that so?" Rong Shenghan suddenly laughed, released his grip on the hem of her skirt, and instead raised his hand to gently pinch her chin.
The force wasn't heavy, but it carried an undeniable control. "Thank you for your hard work, President Xie."
His thumb gently caressed her lower lip, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "But Yuan Yuan, you seem to have forgotten something."
"What is it?" Yu Jiuyuan blinked, feigning a puzzled expression.
"Forgot who's the one who can sleep in your bed?" Rong Shenghan's voice was even lower, almost whispering between her lips.
"Forgot who made you cry and say 'no' last night, but then hugged whose neck and begged for more?"
The explicit words were like an electric current, instantly coursing through my body.
Yu Jiuyuan's cheeks flushed red instantly, not in a fake way, but because she was genuinely provoked by his straightforward and bold words.
She instinctively tried to back away, but he grabbed her chin, preventing her from moving.
"Rong Shenghan!" Her voice was tinged with exasperation, but a glint of excitement flashed in her eyes.
Look, this is his true self, stripped of all his gentle pretense, leaving only naked possessiveness, like a beast that has been provoked.
That's more like it.
"What?" Rong Shenghan chuckled, pressing his thumb firmly against her lips. "Did I hit the nail on the head? Or... are you afraid the tailor will overhear?"
He turned to look at the old tailor who was frozen like a statue next to him, and his smile became gentle and harmless again: "Master Zhang, please go out for a moment. Miss Yu and I have some private matters to discuss."
The old tailor dared not linger and practically fled, thoughtfully closing the fitting room door behind him before leaving.
The heavy door blocked out the outside light, leaving only the warm yellow halo of the overhead light, which enveloped the two people in the small space.
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