Chapter Two Hundred Eighty-Three: The Outfit Temptation Sang Zhe Edition
At the Sang residence.
“……This outfit won’t do; it’s too plain, looks like a monk in training.”
“……This one doesn’t work either. It has the vibe of a newly rich, country bumpkin.”
“Ugh, what kind of fashion sense do you have? What on earth did you pick? Just throw it all aside!”
After watching Sang Zhe try on a few outfits, Yan Rouwan finally couldn’t bear it any longer and said, “Senior Sister Shi, let’s split up and find him some suitable fabric and style.”
“Little Ying, Aunt Yu, you’re in charge of taking measurements.”
Looking at the group of women in his house chattering and pointing at him like he was an exhibit in a zoo, Sang Zhe could only scratch his head awkwardly, feeling like a monkey on display.
“Uh, I mean, I know my fashion sense is terrible, but it’s just a visit to the parents, right…?”
“How is it just that?!” Yan Rouwan’s eyes widened in exaggerated disbelief. “This is meeting the parents! What girl doesn’t want her man to look handsome when he meets her family? It’s a big deal for a girl, okay?!”
“But, but we’re just pretending…?”
“Ugh, you wooden block, just stop talking.”
Yan Rouwan directly stripped Sang Zhe of his right to speak, while Si Jingzhu stuffed something in his mouth to shut him up. Little Ying and Aunt Yu grabbed a bunch of measuring tapes, wrapping him up like they were preparing zongzi.
Once the measurements were taken, Yan Rouwan and Shi Qingyan hurried outside, leaving Sang Zhe staring wide-eyed at the busy crowd.
“Sister Gu, have we prepared the meeting gift?”
“Yeah, there’s still plenty of top-quality celestial ginseng in the Sword Flower Palace; I’ve wrapped a box up already.”
“Leader, what about the position certificates for the company?”
“Here, Demon Cultivators’ Punishment Department head. What do you think? Isn’t this certificate super impressive? Plus, per your request, I noted the annual salary on it.”
At that moment, it seemed like everyone in the Sang residence took this matter seriously, preparing for the meeting with utmost seriousness.
Under Little Ying’s command, everyone busied themselves with preparations.
Only Sang Zhe felt like a mere object, waiting for orders.
Need him to try on clothes? Just drag him over and throw outfits on him.
Need him to practice lines? Hand him the prepared cue cards directly.
Especially Little Ying, whose attitude seemed especially serious, she was strict on every little detail, making Sang Zhe a little uncomfortable.
“Little Ying,” Sang Zhe leaned over quietly and asked, “Is it really that necessary? We’re just helping Sister Yubbing handle some business, right?”
“……Husband.”
Little Ying shot him a resentful glance. “We can’t be careless with such matters. If he sees you slacking, it’ll make you look bad in front of Sister Yubbing, and that’ll be embarrassing for her.”
“But don’t worry, husband, leave it all to me.”
Sang Zhe could only nod, somewhat reluctantly.
Little Ying was always reliable in matters like this. She really had the aura of a proper wife.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
Little Ying reminded him, “You also shouldn’t keep saying things like ‘it’s just a facade’ or ‘we’re just handling business’ in front of Sister Yubbing. It might hurt her feelings.”
Sang Zhe: “……Huh? Why?”
Little Ying glanced at him, hesitant to say more, and finally just sighed helplessly.
“WE’RE BACK!”
At that moment, Yan Rouwan kicked open the door, followed closely by Shi Qingyan, both of them loaded down with huge bags stuffed full of clothes.
Seeing the terrifying pile, Sang Zhe felt every hair on his body stand on end.
“Are you ready, Sang Zhe?”
Yan Rouwan’s cheerful smile looked to him like that of a demon.
“Let the fitting begin~”
“Help!”
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An hour later.
“Hmm. This one’s not bad.” Yan Rouwan smiled with satisfaction.
Behind her, everyone in the Sang family nodded in agreement.
The saying that clothes make the man is definitely not empty talk. Sang Zhe’s physique was already quite well-proportioned, or in less flattering terms, just ordinary and inconspicuous.
If you say he’s handsome, sure, but there’s nothing unique about his physique. Not strong, not fat, not skinny, not tall, not short.
But the outfit Yan Rouwan specially picked out for him—the slightly loose, gilded cloud pattern robe—immediately made Sang Zhe’s proportions his biggest asset. The flawlessly designed outfit gave him the lazy yet sophisticated vibe of a young aristocrat.
If he had a folding fan and wore a jade pendant at his waist, he would certainly look like a genuine son of a noble family.
“Sure enough, when husband dresses up seriously, he’s really handsome,” Little Ying said with a satisfied smile.
Gu Yingmian’s beautiful eyes sparkled, her glaring gaze filled with raw intensity, as if she wanted to capture Sang Zhe right then and there.
Si Jingzhu and Hua Jianglian’s eyes widened, and he could even faintly hear them swallow.
Aunt Yu had also long since bowed her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, not daring to look too much.
Even Shi Qingyan, who usually spoke little, coldly remarked, “I can already imagine Sister Yubbing’s reaction when she sees you dressed like this tomorrow.”
Everyone was enjoying the show, while Sang Zhe looked completely worn out, as if he had endured tremendous torture.
“Can… can I be let off now…?” he said pitifully.
“I’ve been a clothes rack for over an hour now. Even models have labor laws, right?”
“Who treats you like that? Boo-hoo.”
“Alright.” Little Ying took his hand, softly whispering in his ear, “You’ve worked hard, husband.”
“Trust me, Sister Yubbing will be shocked by your outfit too.”
Sang Zhe sighed.
Fine.
For Sister Yubbing, he could endure a bit more.
After all, he couldn’t let Sister Yubbing’s parents see him and think their daughter fell for an unremarkable average Joe.
“Let’s not discuss tomorrow just yet.” Gu Yingmian suddenly spoke, her beautiful eyes fixed on Sang Zhe, “But tonight, can you wear this outfit?”
“I-I’ll do my best to keep it clean,” she said, swallowing nervously.
Sang Zhe: “?”
Sister Gu, please come back to reality. Do you even realize what you’re implying?
Unexpectedly, Yan Rouwan leaned in nearby and whispered, loud enough for Sang Zhe to hear clearly:
“Don’t worry, getting it dirty is no big deal.”
“I had the tailor make several identical outfits. They’re specially for this, and you can even tear them if you want.”
Sang Zhe: “???”
No! This is outerwear, not some sexy uniform! Please don’t tear it!
Hua Jianglian timidly leaned in next, asking, “Is that really okay? How many pieces did you make?”
“Seven or eight. Enough for each of you to have your own set to tear.”
What the heck does ‘each of you tearing a set’ even mean?!
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