I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

Jiang Che felt his ears start to burn.

She looked down and poked at the scallops on the plate. Before she could explain, Chen Fei had already remembered the time he went to Xu Xiaonian's shop to change clothes.

After all, that was the only time she had ever taken off her clothes when she was with Jiang Che.

"It's alright, it's alright, you saw it, so you saw it," Chen Fei said casually, picking up his knife and fork again. "Don't worry, I won't charge you."

It took Jiang Che a few seconds to understand what Chen Fei meant. A wave of embarrassment washed over her, instantly overwhelming her.

"By the way," Jiang Che paused for a moment before quickly changing the subject, "what time do you usually go to bed at night? I'm used to staying up late, often going to bed at two or three in the morning, and I'm afraid it will affect you."

"It's okay, I'm a heavy sleeper, even thunder won't wake me up," Chen Fei said. "Just go at your own pace, don't worry."

"That's good." Jiang Che nodded, then added, "I might have some work to do tonight and need to turn on the lights. If you find it too bright—"

"It's really nothing." Chen Fei interrupted her, his smile gentle. "Look, you've forgotten yourself. The living room and bedroom are separate. Even if you had a party in the living room, I probably wouldn't have heard you."

This exaggerated statement made Jiang Che laugh: "It's not that bad."

The atmosphere finally returned to normal.

They chatted about other trivial matters: tomorrow's itinerary, the distribution of fabric markets, and suppliers they might need to meet.

When Jiang Che talks about work, his tone becomes professional and steady, and his fingers unconsciously trace patterns on the table, as if he is drawing a mind map.

Because of his two clothing-related skills, "skillful tailoring" and "fashion sense," Chen Fei listened attentively and asked questions from time to time.

If I ever open my own clothing company in the future, this knowledge will come in handy.

Dinner ended with a fruitful chat, after which they went directly to the nearby fabric market.

The first two days in Hangzhou can be considered Jiang Che's home turf.

Chen Fei treated this trip as a vacation, a chance to expand his knowledge of clothing, and occasionally squeezed in a couple of shots of Jiang Che to use as vlog material.

By the time Jiang Che finished handling all the work coordination, it was already past 8 p.m.

The hustle and bustle of the market gradually subsided, and many stalls began to pack up.

Chen Fei and Jiang Che walked out of the market side by side, the evening breeze carrying the lingering heat and a hint of coolness.

I called a car, and on the way back to the hotel, the night view of Hangzhou flowed past the car window.

Jiang Che rubbed his temples, shedding the capable facade he wore at work, revealing a hint of fatigue on his face.

"Business is getting harder and harder these days." She leaned back in her chair, gazing at the fleeting lights outside the window, her voice weary. "The price of slightly better fabrics has increased by almost 20% compared to last year. Processing fees are also rising."

She turned to look at Chen Fei, a wry smile on her face: "We can't bring down costs, and the clothing industry is getting increasingly competitive, so we can't raise prices too much. Caught between these two pressures, our profits are as thin as paper. Sometimes I really wonder, what am I working so hard for?"

Chen Fei listened quietly.

He knew that Jiang Che didn't need empty words of comfort, but was stating a reality she had to face, a hurdle that every entrepreneur had to overcome.

If starting a business is so tiring, and the salary is even lower than working for someone else, then besides "dreams," what else can sustain you?

"Ding-dong ding-dong~"

Just as Chen Fei was about to share some theories he had learned from the book, his phone in his pocket started vibrating continuously—it was the notification sound for a WeChat video call.

Jiang Che heard it too, turned his head to look, saw Shen Shaoting's WeChat profile picture, and a teasing smile appeared on his face: "Your little girlfriend is checking up on you? Answer it, put their minds at ease."

Chen Fei touched his nose, took out his phone, and swiped to answer the call.

What came into view was Shen Shaoting's face, which was smiling so broadly that her eyes were almost closed. The background was the living room of 801, where Lin Jingyi was also sitting quietly watching.

"Brother Fei! Good evening!" Shen Shaoting's energetic voice immediately filled the front of the carriage.

"Good evening, Shaoting, Jingyi." Chen Fei smiled as well.

"Brother Fei, let me tell you, hahaha!" Shen Shaoting didn't even look at Chen Fei's surroundings, and couldn't wait to start sharing the day's fun, "We went to play billiards today! Guess what?"

She couldn't suppress the laughter in her voice, and the camera panned to Lin Jingyi beside her:

"Lin Jingyi, that girl, suddenly lost her balance while playing ball and hit the ball onto the next table, hahaha!"

She said it was a good thing they didn't continue last night, otherwise, after three consecutive days, she probably wouldn't even be able to walk, hahaha!

"Shen Shaoting! Why are you saying all this!" Lin Jingyi was both embarrassed and anxious, and rushed over to cover Shen Shaoting's mouth. "Didn't you see that Fei-ge is in a taxi? It would be so bad if others heard us, and Sister Jiang Che might be there too!"

Shen Shaoting's laughter stopped abruptly. She blinked and finally saw Chen Fei's surroundings clearly.

It was indeed inside the car; the lighting was rather dim, and there seemed to be a figure sitting in the passenger seat.

"Ah! Um... I mean..." Shen Shaoting reacted quickly, her face instantly switching to an upright and dignified expression, "Working out for three consecutive days really does make your legs weak, hahaha! Fei-ge, what are you guys doing now? Where's Sister Jiang Che? Is she nearby?"

Her attempt to cover up her misunderstanding made Chen Fei chuckle, but at the same time, he felt a slight embarrassment rising from the soles of his feet.

He glanced at Jiang Che beside him, who was looking at his phone screen with great interest, a smile of amusement playing on his lips.

"I just finished shopping at the fabric market and am on my way back to the hotel now," Chen Fei replied truthfully. "Jiang Che is next to me; do you want to say hello?"

"Good evening, Sister Jiang!" Lin Jingyi reacted the fastest, immediately greeting the camera obediently, while secretly pinching Shen Shaoting's hand below, signaling her not to talk nonsense.

Jiang Che moved closer, appearing in Chen Fei's camera frame, a gentle smile on his face: "Good evening. Thank you for your hard work filming the past few days. Where did you go today? Share with me!"

After a busy day, chatting with two energetic and lovely girls is a way for her to relax.

Shen Shaoting quickly forced a smile: "Hello, Sister Jiang! It's no trouble at all. Working with Sister Jiang will earn you money and you'll learn something new!"

Lin Jingyi continued, "After we dropped Fei Ge off at the airport, we went to the restaurant we'd wanted to visit before, then sang some karaoke, and finally played billiards. We had a lot of fun, and thank you, Sister Jiang, for giving us the opportunity to be models."

Jiang Che smiled and nodded: "You earned these jobs yourselves. Even without me, you would have succeeded."

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed to have eased, Shen Shaoting's gossipy heart began to stir again. Her eyes darted around, and she casually asked, pretending to be nonchalant:

"By the way, how's your hotel? Is it a single room or...?"

"Ahem!" Chen Fei coughed suddenly, anticipating what kind of lewd words this girl was about to utter. "Um, I'm getting a little carsick from looking at my phone in the car, so I'll talk to you guys later when we get to the hotel. Bye-bye!"

"Oh, okay, okay! Fei-ge, be careful!" Lin Jingyi immediately understood and quickly replied, and before Shen Shaoting could speak again, she quickly reached out and pressed the hang-up button.

The screen went black, and the car returned to silence, with only the DJ music playing in the background from the taxi's radio.