Su Lingzhi returned to her workstation and accepted Katie's public apology, quickly getting into work mode.
Rika's tactic of killing the chicken to warn the monkey had everyone in the studio on high alert, afraid to cause any more trouble.
After work, Su Lingzhi carried the suit, preparing to go for the second fitting with Fu Yinli.
But as soon as she stepped out, she saw a familiar license plate parked at the entrance.
Following that, Housekeeper Zhao approached, "Miss Su."
"Uncle Zhao, are you here to pick me up?"
"Yes, please get in the car, Miss Su." Housekeeper Zhao took the garment bag from her hand and opened the rear car door.
After getting in, Su Lingzhi realized that Fu Yinli was sitting inside.
She paused for a moment, then calmly greeted him, "Mr. Fu."
Once she sat down, Fu Yinli gazed at her delicate and beautiful profile, his brow slightly furrowed, "Why are you still calling me Mister?"
As soon as Su Lingzhi met his eyes, she immediately looked away, choosing silence. At that moment, fastening her seatbelt seemed to become an urgent task.
But she ultimately couldn't resist his burning gaze and explained, "I'm used to calling you Mister, haven't adjusted yet."
"Say it once, let me hear."
These words seemed to corner her instantly, leaving her nowhere to escape.
"Yinli." She called out, her scalp tingling, her tone unfamiliar, sounding like she was reciting the two words.
She couldn't quite put her finger on what felt wrong, but it just felt off.
It was as if they had veered off the original track, drifting further away.
After a moment of silence, in the enclosed space, Su Lingzhi coughed a few times intermittently.
Fu Yinli turned his head to look at her, reaching out to test her temperature.
Su Lingzhi dodged slightly, "Why not open the window."
"It's just heatiness, not the flu, what are you afraid of."
"The car feels a bit stuffy."
With his consent, Su Lingzhi rolled down the window, and the wind immediately flowed into the car.
Su Lingzhi felt inexplicably refreshed in her lungs.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered something.
She wanted to ask him about spending two million British pounds on a suit, but didn't know how to bring it up. After much hesitation, she didn't ask.
As the city lights came on, they didn't go straight home but went to a club.
After getting out of the car and looking at the familiar streets, Su Lingzhi realized that this was the club behind Boss Gao's restaurant.
Fu Yinli walked up to her, naturally holding her wrist and leading her inside.
"Fu... ..." Su Lingzhi realized they were already inside.
Inside, it was magnificently adorned, with uniformed bodyguards everywhere. She came to fit clothes tonight, how did she inexplicably end up following him here?
They were led into a private VIP room.
Inside, there were already several people seated, all dressed very formally. No need to think further, they were surely distinguished figures of elite circles.
After a brief greeting, Fu Yinli had her sit down with him.
Someone opened their mouth and asked, "Who is this?"
Fu Yinli glanced at Su Lingzhi and replied, "A friend."
Everyone gave them a few meaningful glances, tacitly understanding.
Fu Yinli asked the waiter for a glass of water and personally cut steak for her, placing it in front of Su Lingzhi.
For the rest of the time, they discussed current events, while Su Lingzhi quietly ate beside them.
She couldn't understand why Fu Yinli brought her here. In any case, she was consciously blocking their conversation, and even if she heard it, she pretended not to.
Fu Yinli didn't talk much, but his English was authentic and fluent, sounding especially pleasant to the ears.
However, after she finished eating, Fu Yinli took her away without lingering a second longer.
Later, she realized that Fu Yinli was just attending a necessary event, and brought her along for a meal.
Back in the car, Housekeeper Zhao asked, "Sir, home?"
"Take Lingzhi home first."
This time, Su Lingzhi said, "But the clothes haven't been fitted yet."
Fu Yinli looked at her, "We'll talk next time."
...
Downstairs of the apartment building, the three of them got out of the car.
Su Lingzhi hesitated for a moment, holding the clothes, and said to Fu Yinli: "Are you in a hurry to go back? If you don't mind, you can try the clothes at my place."
Then, Su Lingzhi quickly added, "Our pattern group has been quite busy lately, in case the delivery…..."
"I don't mind."
Under the night sky, Fu Yinli's deep eyes sparkled slightly.
After taking the elevator upstairs, Su Lingzhi opened the door and turned on the living room lights.
Fu Yinli glanced around her living environment.
The room's space wasn't small, and the decor was simply elegant, with a touch of playfulness amidst the fashion. The only downside was that it was a bit messy.
She had a dedicated space for her sewing machine and various pattern-making tools, with fabrics messily tucked into boxes.
"Do you always clean the room yourself?" Fu Yinli asked.
Su Lingzhi nodded, giving him the clothes, and took him to her bedroom.
Then she poured herself a glass of plain cold water, sipping bit by bit, trying to suppress the agitation in her heart.
After not seeing him for a long time, Su Lingzhi stood up from the sofa, just about to knock on the door when he opened it already dressed.
Su Lingzhi's eyes flickered, she inquired, "Is the clothing still fitting well?"
Fu Yinli walked out, "You can have a look."
The top button of his shirt was undone, so Su Lingzhi stepped closer to button it up for him, "Would the collar feel tight if buttoned?"
"No."
Su Lingzhi stepped back a bit, her eyes slowly moved down from his shoulder, and then she stepped forward to check the waistband's tightness.
As her hands rested on him, Fu Yinli's expression tightened slightly, looking down at her, silently.
Next, Su Lingzhi helped him put on the suit jacket, focusing on looking at the clothes on him as if he were a human model, circling him twice.
"The size is right, but some threads haven't been dealt with." Su Lingzhi brought him to stand in front of a wardrobe mirror, "See if there's anything else that needs to be altered."
Fu Yinli looked in the mirror, raising his hand to touch the embroidery on the cuff, admiring it for a few seconds.
The signature embroidered was about the size of a thumb, delicate and intricate, matching the gold round cufflinks, which was unique.
Noticing a gaze, he looked at the person in the mirror, meeting her eyes.
Su Lingzhi realized, quickly reining in her infatuated gaze, "I'll get you a glass of water."
As she spoke, she was already fleeing, like a secret was discovered, with a sense of panicked helplessness.
Fu Yinli watched her from afar, then walked over to her, "Why so flustered?"
Su Lingzhi handed over the water, explaining, "I was just worried you wouldn't like it."
"I like it."
The voice was gentle and sincere.
Originally, hearing a client liking her design was supposed to be a gratifying moment, but now, she wasn't as delighted as she imagined.
Because she understood that her design probably wasn't worth that price.
Two million British pounds is no small amount. Even if the client had money, how could they trust an intern to design a suit for them?
His intentions were already very clear.
In any case, since he regarded her as a friend, she regarded herself as a friend too.
Fu Yinli took a sip of water and asked, "When does your internship end? Do you plan to stay here or go back to the capital when it's over?"
"The internship ends in a month and a half, I'll return to the capital after attending the graduation ceremony."