Is my roommate a caged bird? I'm stealing her away.

Zhou Suisui's cheeks felt slightly warm.

The feeling of being directly ordered to change her underwear in front of a third party was more of a public humiliation than being undressed by him in the villa.

She pursed her lips, took it, and strode into the fitting room separated by heavy curtains.

The fitting room was large, with huge mirrors surrounding it on three sides. Looking at herself in the mirror, wearing old underwear, she suddenly felt incredibly shabby.

That class distinction permeated his entire being. This was followed by a desire to become that kind of person.

She took a deep breath and quickly changed into those expensive new clothes. The size was perfect.

Was Lin Xiao here last Wednesday? She didn't know how Lin Xiao felt at the time, nor did she know if the other person was here to choose clothes, but the thought of crushing this person in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

It felt like you initially thought the other person was only carrying a gold ingot, only to discover in the end that it was an inexhaustible mountain of gold.

Zhou Suisui suppressed the restlessness in her heart.

When she came out again, Chen Boxu had already stood up and was being accompanied by a senior sales associate wearing white gloves, browsing slowly among the clothes racks.

His fingers would occasionally brush against the fabric of a garment, or he would pick up a piece to examine its cut; his movements were casual, yet carried an innate sense of discernment and authority.

"This one." He pointed to a smoky gray silk shirt. The design was minimalist, with a restrained V-neck, but the fabric's luster and drape were unparalleled.

The sales assistant immediately removed it.

"And that skirt." He pointed to a pencil skirt in the same color scheme, knee-length, with a subtle slit on the side.

Next came the coat, shoes, bag... He even chose an extremely thin diamond bracelet and a pair of tiny pearl earrings.

He didn't ask Zhou Suisui's opinion, didn't ask if she liked it, and didn't ask if it was suitable.

He simply selected each accessory for her according to his own taste and standards, like piecing together a work of art.

"Go change." He walked back to the sofa, sat down, and picked up the water glass again.

Zhou Suisui carried the pile of expensive clothes back to the fitting room. This time, the changing process took even longer.

The silk shirt glided smoothly against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. The pencil skirt hugged her waist and hips, and the coat's cut perfectly hugged her shoulders. The shoes were the perfect height, both elegant and powerful.

Finally, she put on the two small pieces of jewelry.

When she pulled back the curtain and came out again, the entire second floor seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The girl in the mirror disappeared, replaced by a young, elegant woman with a touch of aloofness.

The smoky gray color made her skin appear even whiter, and the minimalist style accentuated her figure and the radiance of her face.

The warm luster of the pearl earrings perfectly tempered the slightly untamed wildness between her brows.

She looked...very much like the person in question. Like one of those unpriced mannequins in this store, like the kind of woman who should be around Chen Boxu.

For the first time, she felt the confidence that money could buy. It was a completely new feeling, and she no longer looked like Zhou Suisui, who had just graduated from university.

She subconsciously touched the clothes she was wearing. The material felt like it would break easily, unlike the durable and rough clothes she usually wore.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Zhou Suisui couldn't help but doubt herself: Was my choice right?

This class barrier felt foreign to her, yet a secret excitement lingered in her heart.

Chen Boxu put down his water glass.

He stood up, walked up to her, and slowly circled her, his gaze scrutinizing every detail like that of a demanding quality inspector.

Are the shoulder lines flat? Does the waist fit well? Does the skirt drape smoothly?

Finally, he stopped in front of her, reached out, and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, which was already fastened.

More of his neck and collarbone skin was exposed, and his understated elegance was immediately mixed with a subtle, signature casualness and sexiness.

"That's fine," he said casually, seemingly satisfied.

Then he instructed the sales assistant: "Cut off the tags and wrap up the old clothes."

The sales assistants immediately stepped forward and, with gentle yet highly efficient movements, cut off all the tags from Zhou Suisui's clothes, carefully folded them, and put them into a huge branded paper bag.

Chen Boxu had already picked up his coat and said to Zhou Suisui, "Let's go."

He didn't even glance at the bill. Someone else will take care of it.

Zhou Suisui followed behind him, wearing this brand-new armor that didn't belong to her, with a soft, expensive carpet under her feet.

As she passed by those enormous mirrors, she saw countless carefully crafted versions of herself following behind that man.

She knew that she had transformed from Zhou Suisui, who had dragged her suitcase and hurriedly left the apartment, into the dignified, aloof woman who belonged to Chen Boxu.

She felt ashamed of being valued by another person. She even felt frustrated that her four years of university education had been wasted, and helpless that she had ultimately become this kind of person.

Deep down, there was still a sliver of impulse to hold onto the man in front of her tightly.

She glanced at the man in front of her. She had to be extremely careful when dealing with him. This test had perhaps begun the moment she stepped into the store and he ordered her to change everything "from the inside out".

The places we're going to next will undoubtedly be even more difficult.

As the elevator descended, the metal walls cast blurry shadows of two figures. Chen Boxu suddenly spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the confined space:

"When you meet people later, talk less and listen more."

He paused, turned his head, and his gaze fell on her new pearl earrings.

"You can laugh."

The car drove into a villa area and finally stopped in front of a brightly lit three-story villa.

When Zhou Suisui got out of the car with Chen Boxu, she could faintly hear music and conversation coming from inside.

A waiter took their coats from them in the lobby. She subconsciously straightened the collar of her new shirt, the button that Chen Boxu had unbuttoned was still open.

As Zhou Suisui entered the living room, her breath hitched slightly.

The living room was large and decorated more like a private salon than a formal banquet hall.

Seven or eight people were scattered around the sofa area, the bar, and in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The men were dressed casually but smartly, while the women were dressed elegantly but not deliberately.

The air was filled with a mixture of cigar, whiskey, and some kind of high-end perfume.

Almost the instant she stepped through the door, several pairs of eyes turned to her.

There is scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of subtle amusement.

"Oh, Bo Xu's here." A man in a dark blue velvet bathrobe stood up from behind the bar, swirling a wine glass in his hand. "And he brought a... new friend?"