The atmosphere was great at night, filled with laughter and joy.
Ye Qingci was genuinely happy for Feng Qing.
And the twists and turns of the relationships among them made her sigh at how fate works—completely unreasonable yet wonderfully inexplicable.
After the party ended, leaving the club, Jian Shichu took Ye Qingci to buy clothes.
Ye Qingci refused, "No need, I already have a lot of clothes."
"Not enough!" Jian Shichu said, "I've searched for a long time before finding one for you."
Ye Qingci was speechless.
That's because your standards are too high, right, Seventh Master Jian?
Seventh Master Jian ignored all of that, forcefully taking his wife to the best boutique: "Pick a few to make do for now; tomorrow I'll order custom-made ones for you from some private designers."
Ye Qingci had no choice but to comply.
Once inside the store, Seventh Master Jian chose a few of the most conservative pieces and handed them to Ye Qingci, asking her to try them on.
