HEIFEIGU -Chapter 118

On the day of the official date, Qian Shuyun gave Xie Jixing and the viewers a full demonstration of what it meant to dress carefully in a suit.

He chose a British-style vintage three-piece suit made of carefully structured wool fabric.

A deep blue base with fine gray checks, peaked lapels, exuding gentlemanly charm with a hint of playful aggression.

The overall tone was dark, with slight attention to the inner layers and tie.

The shirt had a wide square collar, paired with a delicate silver tie chain.

The tie was a gradient blue check pattern, like rippling water, tied into a neat Windsor knot, pressed on top of the tie chain.

The weather had gotten colder recently, so he added a dark brown tweed overcoat and a cashmere scarf.

Xie Jixing was blinded by how sharp he looked as soon as he appeared.

Thinking about the time Boss Qian went on a date in formalwear, he felt slightly embarrassed and rubbed his slightly red nose.

Had Boss Qian “opened the screen” today?

Looking this good.

“Xingxing,” Qian Shuyun said, his arm draped with another coat, “here.”

Xie Jixing had just finished a long shoot and was now filming a variety show. He didn’t have time to get winter clothes.

The previous down jacket was too thick to wear in C City.

So Qian Shuyun had specially prepared a coat for him.

While the emperor actor’s own coat was a traditional double-breasted style, the one for Xie Jixing had horn buttons, a younger look, and was made of cashmere instead of tweed.

The chocolate-colored cashmere coat revealed a beige hoodie underneath, giving a smart and gentle vibe.

Paired with a large wool scarf, it made him look even fluffier.

When helping him with the scarf, Qian Shuyun quickly glanced at the two cameras’ positions.

Using the scarf as cover, he quickly kissed his lips, then properly adjusted the scarf for him.

When they got into the car, Xie Jixing even heard him whisper in his ear, “Life is so hard.

Can’t even kiss, can’t even hug without finding a chance.

Cameras during the day, ghosts at night—when will it end?”

【Wow, totally worth coming today, both of them are so handsome.】

【Gentleman’s dressing template!】

【I’ll always love formalwear!】

【So “tailor-made” refers to today’s outfit?】

【The emperor actor is secretly matching couple outfits for Xingxing.】

【Come to think of it, we haven’t seen Xingxing in formalwear before.】

The car stopped in front of a European-style building. When Xie Jixing got out, he noticed that the row of shops was full of character.

There were no overly luxurious displays or decorations, but it looked elegant.

The store they entered had only a wooden sign with the characters “Lao Qian,” clashing with the European décor yet harmoniously so.

Warm light shone through the tall arched wooden windows, creating a cozy atmosphere.

“This is where we’re going today?” Xie Jixing asked, slightly puzzled, unable to guess the purpose.

“Yes,” Qian Shuyun said, holding his hand as she pushed open the door, “I brought you to…”

“Tailor-made.”

The shop was nearly empty, only an elderly gentleman with gray hair was busy with his work.

Seeing them enter, he naturally greeted Qian Shuyun, “Shuyun, you’re here.”

Seeing Xie Jixing beside Qian Shuyun, his expression immediately brightened, and he hurried a few steps forward to greet him.

“So this must be Xingxing,” the elderly gentleman said, leading Xie Jixing to a small tea table by the window. “Sit down. I heard you like small pastries—these are all prepared for you.”

On the small table was a five-tier English afternoon tea stand, each layer holding different delicacies, all arranged meticulously.

Xie Jixing was utterly confused as the elderly gentleman seated him, looking helplessly at Qian Shuyun for help.

“This is my uncle,” Qian Shuyun introduced.

“Hello, Uncle,” Xie Jixing greeted politely.

“Good, good, good,” the elderly gentleman chuckled warmly, then looked at Qian Shuyun. “I’ll leave him in your hands.”

Then he left with a graceful wave.

After he exited, Qian Shuyun whispered behind him, “That was my father’s youngest brother. He never cared much for business, always loved making clothes, so he started this haute couture brand.”

“Let’s go.”

Xie Jixing was still studying the small pastries, giving Qian Shuyun a puzzled look. What’s this about?

“Measurements,” Qian Shuyun said slowly, enunciating the words.

He hung up his coat and scarf, pulled Xie Jixing to his feet, and added, “Then tailoring.”

“I was a bit negligent before,” he said, leading Xie Jixing through the studio. “From now on, you’ll need to attend many important events in life.”

“New film premieres, major business functions, high-end cocktail parties, and possibly various award ceremonies.”

“You’ll walk the red carpet, and in the near future, even stand on the podium to receive awards.”

“Your life will climb higher and higher.”

“So, you need clothes that match the occasion.”

“All my suits are custom-made here by my uncle. Today, I asked him to close the store just for you, making you his only customer.”

“Come on, Teacher Xie, pick the fabrics you like first.”

Qian Shuyun brought over the sample book from the display case. “Have a look first.”

Xie Jixing stared at the tiny swatches, flipping through a couple of books. He didn’t manage to pick anything and even felt a little tempted to go back to the window and eat the small cakes.

“They all look the same to me,” he muttered to Qian Shuyun with a bitter face.

“Shall I help you choose?” Qian Shuyun asked with a raised brow and a smile.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Xie Jixing nodded quickly, relieved.

Qian Shuyun’s fingers glided slowly across the fabrics, examining each piece carefully.

Nothing was more enjoyable than personally dressing the person you cared about.

“Peacock blue… this color is hard for most people to pull off,” Qian Shuyun held up the fabric next to Xie Jixing’s hand. “But Teacher Xie, your fair skin will make it truly striking.”

“Dark gray… no, this gray is too deep. Your features are bright and charming; this color won’t highlight them.”

“Pomegranate red… too flashy in large areas, but can be made into a pocket square. It will match the mole under your eye.”

Having undergone professional vocal training, Qian Shuyun spoke in a way that was far from oily or pretentious, instead carrying a certain charm.

As he described the fabrics, it was as if he could already picture Xie Jixing wearing them in his mind.

He spoke slowly, and unconsciously, Xie Jixing’s ears began to blush.

Even though they were just talking about fabric suitability, it sounded like whispered words between lovers.

【Is this livestream serious?】

【I also want to say, others are still in that awkward stage after a relationship shift, and these two… don’t give me a baby on my phone.】

【Xingxing (angry yellow bean face): Baby? Who said that? Explain clearly! Who said that?】

【Hehehe.】

【What shocked me was something else: the previous mention of the actor having introduced Xingxing to his family—I thought it was casual, but if that person just now was the uncle…】

【Looks like they might meet the parents soon. Maybe just marry on the spot.】

After selecting fabrics for all four seasons, Xie Jixing’s cheeks were flushed pink.

Qian Shuyun took his hand and led him upstairs. “Come on, Teacher Xie. For measurements, your hoodie isn’t suitable; you need to change into a more fitted outfit.”

Their steps quickened noticeably. When the cameras caught up, the dressing room door slammed shut with a ‘pop’ before the viewers’ eyes.

The camera reluctantly circled twice, then the dog-shaped lens pressed itself against the door.

As soon as the door closed, Qian Shuyun turned and trapped Xie Jixing between himself and the door.

He leaned down close to Xie Jixing’s ear. “Teacher Xie, were you satisfied with the fabric selection service just now?”

Xie Jixing felt embarrassed, wanting to push him away but not really wanting to.

He rested his hands lightly on Qian Shuyun’s chest, pushing gently a few times. “Move a bit.”

Hmm, the touch felt springy.

Qian Shuyun raised an eyebrow and held the hand on his chest. “That comes at a separate price.”

He placed the mischievous hand on his shoulder, wrapped an arm around Xie Jixing’s waist, and said, “Let’s settle these two debts first.”

Their lips met, and Xie Jixing’s mind began to blur.

Just a few days apart, yet Qian Shuyun was fierce, as if they hadn’t seen each other in years.

Not leaving even a bit of room, determined to take everything.

The hem of the hoodie was lifted, a burning palm pressed against his lower back, even circling to his front.

Xie Jixing was only wearing a tight T-shirt underneath, and the hand brushed against an extremely sensitive area.

His body shivered lightly, letting out a soft “uh,” pressing Qian Shuyun’s hand away.

“Don’t…” Xie Jixing’s lashes were damp, unsure if it was condensation from their breath or tears.

His lashes were heavy.

He could only lower his eyes and quietly repeat, “Don’t…”

Qian Shuyun’s hand didn’t move, still pressed there. He kissed Xie Jixing’s wet lashes and softly asked, “Dislike it? Or shy?”

Ahhhh, why ask that!?

Xie Jixing buried his face in Qian Shuyun’s chest in defeat, muffled two words after a while: “Shy.”

Hearing that, Qian Shuyun pressed gently, pleased to elicit another small tremor.

“Xingxing, lift your head,” he said, voice full of seduction.

Holding Xie Jixing, he stepped back toward the full-length mirror. “I like the way you look right now.”

Xie Jixing opened his eyes. The person in the mirror was familiar yet strange.

His hair was slightly messy, flushed red from the tips of his ears down to the neck, fading into a soft pink.

Lashes damp, constantly fluttering; eyes unfocused from a muddled mind.

The red mole under his eye was alluring; the tip of his nose lightly pink from rubbing.

His naturally pale lips were kissed into a vibrant red, glistening with moisture, like a ripened cherry about to split.

Xie Jixing hadn’t even processed that the person in the mirror was himself.

Qian Shuyun turned again and kissed him from behind.

Xie Jixing’s head was turned, waist held tightly by an arm, yet his peripheral vision still caught his reflection in the mirror.

This lost-in-kiss look was utterly shameful.

The mole glowed red as if about to bleed, while Qian Shuyun kept nipping and whispering, “This is so beautiful. We need a ruby tie clip to match this mole.”

“Now, I need to pre-charge the measurement fee.”

His still-moist lips were kissed again. This time, Xie Jixing didn’t press Qian Shuyun’s hand away.

Fingers slid down his rolling Adam’s apple. Only when it got too extreme did Xie Jixing resist slightly.

The camera outside was about to run out of battery, tapping lightly on the wooden door.

Two light knocks, seemingly startling the person in front of the mirror.

Xie Jixing shrank slightly, completely melting into Qian Shuyun’s embrace.

Still being nibbled on the ear, Qian Shuyun chuckled softly. “They’re urging us outside.”

“Teacher Xie’s measurements are almost done,” he said.

“The areas we didn’t get this time, we’ll finish next time, okay?”

“Can I change clothes now?”

“Or should I help you, Xingxing?”