Just as they were about to leave, they received a message from the car dealership, indicating that the scheduled car wash and maintenance service had been completed.

The two of them went back to pick up the car, and Wen Qi redirected to a different shopping mall. Pei Yanchu drove, and they quickly reached their new destination. Pei Yanchu needed to buy some personal undergarments. When Wen Qi was paying at the cashier, he inadvertently scanned the size, and his mind jolted. …What did this dog of a man grow up eating?

Wen Qi expressionlessly shifted his gaze, pretending not to notice.

When shopping for daily clothes, Pei Yanchu’s picky attitude as the young master emerged. He touched the fabric, examined the designs, and only picked what suited his own style. He rejected the salesperson’s recommendations and picked his own combinations. Each time he came out of the fitting room, it was like a peacock displaying its feathers, asking Wen Qi if the outfit looked good.

Wen Qi sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, flipping through a magazine. He lazily glanced up occasionally, offering cold, indifferent feedback: “It’s fine,” “It’s okay.” This time, his voice carried a hint of confusion: “—Isn’t this outfit the same as the last one?”

Pei Yanchu replied confidently: “Of course, it’s different. The cuffs have different patterns. The previous one was clearly casual, but this one makes me look low-key and elegant.”

Wen Qi was taken aback, unable to see any difference in the styles or the so-called low-key elegance. He didn’t believe anyone would be so bored as to study the patterns on someone else’s cuffs when they raised their arms.

Pei Yanchu hummed lightly and then commented, “Your cuffs have stars on them, so you should choose this one with the rose pattern—it matches you better.”

Wen Qi didn’t quite understand the logic of matching stars with roses. Looking down, he noticed that his light blue denim jacket actually had two faint gold stars on the cuffs. He looked back up, his expression subtly complicated.

There really are such boring people.

Pei Yanchu headed to the fitting room to try on the next outfit. The saleswoman stood beside the sofa, her smile barely hidden as she said, “Your boyfriend is so handsome; everything looks good on him.”

Wen Qi replied, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

The saleswoman gave a knowing look. “Is it that your parents’ thoughts are a bit old-fashioned? I understand.”

“It’s really not that,” Wen Qi replied. “We… are just living together for now.”

The saleswoman’s smile became even more suggestive. “Ah, I see, I understand.”

Wen Qi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like that. There was no need to explain to strangers about an employer buying clothes for their servant, right? But if he didn’t explain, it would seem strange too…

Just as the fitting room door opened, Pei Yanchu poked his head out halfway, looking troubled. He said, “Xiao Qi, could you come in and take a look at the clothes?”

Wen Qi immediately set down the magazine and quickly walked over. “Coming.” The fitting room door closed again, and the spacious area became cramped with both of them inside. Wen Qi suddenly realized something. The saleswoman outside still mistakenly thought they were a couple, and now, with both of them crammed into a fitting room—Pei Yanchu, however, had already turned his back with ease, interrupting his thoughts.

Wen Qi’s eyes slightly narrowed.

Pei Yanchu was wearing a well-structured black shirt. From the front, it looked neat and impeccable, but the back was completely open, with several long shimmering chains draping down, some of them tangled together. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were on full display, nearly all exposed to Wen Qi’s gaze. A layer of bright light fell from above, making his sun-kissed, muscular skin shine with a honey-like, tempting glow. The silver chains connected at the middle didn’t conceal anything, and the wide back was as alluring as it could be.

Pei Yanchu, seemingly oblivious, said, “A few chains got tangled in the middle. I twisted myself into a knot but couldn’t sort it out, so I’ll need you to help me.”

Wen Qi pressed his lips together, silent, and extended his hand. His slender, pale fingers gently hooked onto the tangled silver chains. The fingertips brushed against his bronzed back, a noticeable contrast in color.

Wen Qi couldn’t help but ask, “Do you like this kind of style? The front’s formal, but the back is… quite revealing.”

Pei Yanchu answered matter-of-factly, “This style is pretty good, don’t you think? My back muscles are well-developed. When I stand by the window to clean it, you can admire my perfect latissimus dorsi. People outside will only see the shirt in the front.”

Wen Qi was silent for two seconds, then said, “We live on the twenty-second floor, and the windows are one-way. Even if you clean the windows naked, no one outside would see you.”

Pei Yanchu was startled. “You want me to clean the windows naked?” As he spoke, he subconsciously turned around.

Wen Qi was still adjusting the chains. As his cool, jade-like fingers brushed against the burning hot skin of Pei Yanchu’s back, the difference in temperature was as if a drop of water had fallen into hot oil, splattering in response. Wen Qi’s fingers recoiled, almost as if burned, and he reflexively scolded, “Don’t move.”

Pei Yanchu turned back around, lowering his voice in response, his tone not as carefree and smiling as before. His back was stiff, showing more defined lines than before.

Wen Qi lifted his gaze, landing on the tips of Pei Yanchu’s ears. The black short hair couldn’t hide the faint flush creeping up the back of his ears, which looked as bright as translucent red jade.

Wen Qi turned his head and looked at the fitting room mirror. The space was narrow, so the distance between them was short, and their height difference was obvious. The tall man inside had his eyelids lowered, his expression unreadable. His side profile was sharp, his lips pressed tight, as if he was restraining himself from something. Was he embarrassed? Or did he feel humiliated from Wen Qi’s scolding?

Because of Pei Yanchu’s reaction, Wen Qi’s previous strange feeling of resistance suddenly vanished, replaced by a slight sense of pleasure.

He withdrew his gaze and continued to untangle the silver chains for Pei Yanchu, then stepped back a bit, saying, “All done.”

Pei Yanchu’s broad shoulders and narrow waist were fully exposed, his toned, but not exaggerated, sun-kissed back muscles showing the strength of a mature man. The silver chain that hung in an arc in the middle swayed gently, reflecting faint cold light, drawing attention. Wen Qi objectively assessed it in his mind, thinking it was similar to the male bloggers who often post borderline dance videos on social media that his art school friends share.

Pei Yanchu glanced at himself in the side mirror, then quickly looked at Wen Qi and asked, “How is it…?”

“It’s fine,” Wen Qi said. “If you like it, buy it.”

“Why do you keep saying it’s ‘fine’?” Pei Yanchu furrowed his brow, his tone showing dissatisfaction. “Don’t you think any of these clothes make me look handsome?”

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow, scanning Pei Yanchu up and down, his gaze thoughtful. After a moment, a slight smile appeared on his face as he nodded. “There are a few.”

“Really?” Pei Yanchu’s dissatisfaction immediately faded, and his eyes brightened. It was as if an invisible tail was wagging excitedly behind him. “Which ones?”

“They’re not here, we need to go to another store,” Wen Qi said. “Do you have any other clothes you want to try on?”

Pei Yanchu immediately changed his mind. “No! Let’s go now!”

The two left the fitting room, and Wen Qi calmly paid amidst the saleswoman’s ambiguous gaze. Dozens of shopping bags were handed over to the staff for delivery, and the two of them exited the store. Pei Yanchu eagerly followed behind Wen Qi, curious about what clothes Wen Qi would pick for him.

Wen Qi stopped in front of a well-known bespoke suit store. Pei Yanchu, feeling as if he were drunk, warm and dizzy, his voice floating, asked, “Are you, are you buying me a suit?”

Wen Qi lightly nodded and entered the store first. Pei Yanchu, feeling increasingly disoriented, followed behind, as if walking on soft clouds, the situation feeling unreal.

He hadn’t expected Wen Qi to be the type to quietly enjoy the formal, restrained uniform look. If he had known, he would have gone back and retrieved a couple of bespoke suits from his sealed-up properties. Italian handmade suits, expertly tailored, would make him look like a CEO from a drama, with an aura of 2.8 meters. Even his mother would have praised it, saying that wearing it would definitely make all the young girls swoon. Surely, when Wen Qi saw him in it, he wouldn’t be able to resist either?

While Pei Yanchu was lost in his thoughts, the shop owner greeted them with a big smile. “Are you two looking to order custom suits?”

“Order one for him,” Wen Qi said, slightly tilting his chin. “How long will the process take?”

“The fabric choice depends on the customer’s preference. If it’s a special or imported fabric, the procurement time will add another 25 days. For fabrics we have in-store, the processing time is about 15 days, but if it’s expedited, we can have it ready in a week.”

As he spoke, he handed over a thick catalog. It was opened to reveal various fabric samples showcasing different patterns.

“No need to look,” Wen Qi said softly. “Pure black fabric, peak lapel, double-breasted.”

Pei Yanchu’s smile froze at the corners of his lips, and he interrupted, “How about I choose the fabric myself?” A pure black suit was too ordinary, and the basic peak lapel was too common—nothing to show off his best assets!

Wen Qi countered, “Wasn’t I supposed to choose for you?”

Seeing that they might argue, the shop owner quickly intervened, “Many customers order pure black suits, as they are simple, elegant, and versatile for many occasions. We happen to have a ready-made suit in this style. How about trying it on first to see the overall effect? If you’re satisfied, you can then go for a custom one.”

Pei Yanchu reluctantly nodded in agreement. The shop owner asked for his measurements and went to fetch a ready-made suit as a sample. Wen Qi sat down on the sofa as usual.

Not long after, the fitting room door opened again. Pei Yanchu, with a slightly tense face, walked out while adjusting his cufflinks. Normally, when ordering a custom suit, he would carefully choose the fabric texture, the jacquard patterns, and even the type of cufflinks. He had never worn such a simple style. This one was too plain, and it couldn’t show off his status or aura!

With a disgruntled look on his face, Pei Yanchu stood in front of Wen Qi. Wen Qi, sensing something, lifted his gaze slightly.

Pei Yanchu’s features were handsome, and the classic black suit looked serious and formal. The tailoring wasn’t perfect, but it still highlighted his 189 cm model-like physique. His long legs had sharp, defined lines, exuding a powerful presence. Even in this minimalist style, there was a different kind of mature charm. Even in the most ordinary design, every gesture still carried an air of arrogance and nobility.

Pei Yanchu grumbled, “I feel like I look like a bodyguard.”

Wen Qi chuckled softly, picked up a pair of sunglasses from the nearby rack, stood up, and walked a few steps closer. “Look down.”

Pei Yanchu hesitated for a moment, then complied and lowered his head.

Wen Qi approached, his striking features seeming to slow-motion in front of Pei Yanchu, with a sweet grapefruit scent lingering in the air like a gentle breeze.

Pei Yanchu’s mind wavered for a moment, the weight on his nose bridge causing the scene before him to shift into a darker hue.

Wen Qi stepped back, his well-shaped, pale pink lips curling into a smile. The black sunglasses rested on Pei Yanchu’s face, blocking his mischievous peach blossom eyes, leaving only his straight nose and sharply defined jawline visible, his aura exuding a sharp, edgy vibe, like a suit-wearing thug.

Wen Qi spoke slowly, complimenting him, “Very handsome.”

Pei Yanchu’s throat tightened, a tingling current spread up his spine, and his entire body seemed to boil with the force of molten lava. His neck flushed red, his heart beating faster, thumping fiercely as if it were about to leap out of his chest. His mind was filled with one thought: Damn, being Wen Qi’s bodyguard doesn’t sound bad. It would be worth it for this lifetime.

Wen Qi turned to the shop owner and said, “Take his measurements, and let’s make it with this pure black fabric.” He then added with a smile, “The sunglasses he’s wearing right now, I bought them too.”