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A while ago, Wen Boshuang revealed on her blog that she had been invited to a fashion show, which Wen Shumu had used to "scare" him.

I never expected that he would be watching the same show as me.

[Xiao Jin: Madam, when do you and the Marshal have time? We need to try on the clothes we'll be wearing tonight.]

The thought of seeing Wen Boshuang that night made Wen Shumu's heart ache.

I was only physically tired at first, but now I'm feeling a bit mentally tired too.

He paused for a moment, then replied to Xiao Jin's message, saying that he would come after lunch, and as for the marshal, he would have to ask him.

As a result, he had just gotten up and finished washing up, and before he could even ask, Ling Suyu returned.

He was carrying a beautiful pink bag.

Wen Shumu stared at the bag curiously, finding it very familiar.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and his eyes widened: "This is... the cake I wanted to eat yesterday but didn't have time to buy!"

The line at this store was so long that they were in a rush to get to the cinema and couldn't buy anything.

Ling Suyu nodded and took the cake out of the bag and arranged it neatly.

Wen Shumu sat down at the dining table, not in a hurry to eat, and looked at Ling Suyu: "Brother, when did you go out? Did you wait in line for a long time?"

"There weren't many people this morning, so we didn't have to wait long." Ling Suyu pushed the cake towards Wen Shumu. "It's your favorite strawberry flavor."

Wen Shumu continued looking at him, her face flushed, and asked, "Then you don't like it?"

Ling Suyu paused for a moment, then smiled faintly: "I like it."

Wen Shumu decided to have lunch since he was going to find Xiao Jin later. While eating, he told Ling Suyu about his plans for the evening.

Ling Suyu said, "I saw it."

Wen Shumu swallowed the cake: "Xiao Jin told us to find him to try on clothes later, do you have time?"

"I have time; I don't have anything else to do these next couple of days."

The fighting in Ninoto had just subsided, and the First Army was in a period of rest and reorganization.

After finishing lunch, Wen Shumu sent a message to Xiao Jinfa, and not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Similar to when I was packing my luggage at the manor, rows of clothes were pushed into the living room of the suite, even more than last time.

Xiao Jin introduced each row of clothes to the Marshal and his wife, explaining which brand or designer each outfit came from.

Even though Wen Shumu had a good memory, he was still a bit overwhelmed by what he heard. He turned to look at Ling Suyu and found the Alpha sitting on the sofa with a blank expression. His eyes were open, but they were not focused.

It turns out my brother didn't listen either.

Wen Shumu smiled, turned to Xiao Jin and said, "You can choose whatever suits us, preferably... with harmonious colors."

Xiao Jin understood; the lady meant she wanted to wear matching outfits with the marshal.

Wen Shumu recalled the scattered marks he had seen while washing up, and then instructed Xiao Jin in a low voice, "Choose a turtleneck."

Looking at the Omega's slightly reddened ears, Xiao Jin suddenly understood.

It seems last night was a wonderful night.

He deftly picked out several outfits for the two of them to try on.

Since it was a fashion week open to the entire galaxy, Xiao Jin chose a simpler outfit compared to the various formal wear from the Empire.

Ling Suyu quickly decided what to wear tonight.

He was wearing a black haute couture three-piece suit, and the buttons on the dark gray vest underneath were fastened by Wen Shumu at his own request.

Wen Shumu tried for quite a while.

It's not that there aren't any suitable ones, but rather that there are too many suitable ones.

Every time he tried on a piece, Ling Suyu would stare at it for a long time before saying "It looks good," which made Xiao Jin chuckle to herself.

Wen Shumu couldn't help but ask, "Are there any that aren't good-looking?"

Ling Suyu replied decisively, "No, you look good in anything."

Wen Shumu inexplicably thought of the lace-trimmed bodysuit from last night, and her face instantly turned slightly red.

Later on, Xiao Jin even invited Allison to video chat for advice, and it wasn't until much effort that they finally decided what clothes Wen Shumu would wear that night.

Ling Suyu stared intently at the Omega standing in front of the dressing mirror not far away.

A silky black satin shirt draped over his shoulders, its subtle jacquard pattern subtly visible, exuding a慵懒 yet elegant air that further accentuated his noble and aloof demeanor.

Wen Shumu originally wanted to find a coat, but Xiao Jin stopped him.

Xiao Jin said, "That would be perfect."

He looked Wen Shumu up and down, his eyes revealing admiration.

The lady dressed entirely in black exudes an indescribable air of nobility, perfectly embodying the aesthetics of luxury brands.

After deciding on the clothes, Wen Shumu checked the time and found it was already past 3 p.m.

He changed back into his home clothes, and handed his evening clothes to the waiter to be ironed.

The dressing table in the suite finally came in handy, as Wen Shumu was forced into a seat by Xiao Jin to have her hair styled.

His curly hair was rather unruly compared to Ling Suyu's hair.

Ling Suyu quickly finished styling and got up to leave, but Wen Shumu sat there for a long time and still wasn't done.

"...Xiao Jin, is it taking this long today?"

The dress I wore to the banquet the day before yesterday was much more extravagant than this one, and I didn't spend this much time styling it.

Xiao Jin said seriously, "The butler specifically told me that someone from the Wen family is coming tonight."

He had always stayed by Wen Shumu's side and had never heard Wen Shumu mention his family. He could more or less sense that Wen Shumu's relationship with the Wen family was not good.

Wen Shumu was taken aback for a moment, then said, "So that's why you spent so much time helping me pick out clothes and style my hair?"

Xiao Jin scratched his head and gave a sincere smile: "That's all I can do."

Wen Shumu lowered his eyes, and after a long while, smiled gently: "Thank you."

While waiting, Wen Shumu suddenly remembered that he still had three hours of live interaction time left to complete.

He messaged Miz, asking if he could start the live stream now.

Miz: Okay, I'll be right there.

Not long after, the PD, wearing a baseball cap, arrived carrying a spherical camera.

Upon seeing the camera, Wen Shumu immediately sat up straight.

He tugged at his blue loungewear, hesitating whether to change his clothes.

But Xiao Jin seemed to be in a hurry, so he had no choice but to give up and started a live stream while getting his hair and makeup done.

[Look what I caught! The Marshal and his wife's live stream was the first to start!]

【Aaaaaaah, Mumu!】

[Where's the Marshal? Is this a solo livestream?]

[I get it, are you going to interact with us?]

Miz made a few operations on the terminal, and the projection of the barrage immediately appeared in front of Wen Shumu's eyes.

This was the first time Wen Shumu had ever watched a live stream chat in real time; the comments were scrolling so fast that his eyes were starting to blur.

Remembering he wanted to interact with the audience, he greeted them, "Hello everyone."

[Mumu, ahhhhh! Good afternoon!]

[I've started skipping work for Mumu.]

【My wife is wonderful!】

[@MarshalLing, someone's trying to steal your wife.]

[Why is Mumu still wearing pajamas? She looks so young!]

[Are you getting your hair and makeup done at this time because you have an event tonight?]

Wen Shumu answered selectively.

He first put on a serious expression and said, "I can only be one person's wife."

After saying that, as if embarrassed, he turned his head to the side before looking at the camera again: "I have a fashion event to attend tonight, I'm getting my hair done, and I'll change my clothes later."

While he was answering questions, the viewers' attention in the live chat started to wander.

[This refers specifically to Marshal Ling.]

[Hilarious! Mumu's male fans can give up now.]

Holy crap! Look at Mumu's neck!

Oh my god... that strawberry is so heavy!