The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

After a day of academic classes, the next day was the precious weekend.

Shen Ci packed her backpack and was about to leave the dormitory to take a taxi home.

Just then, the phone screen lit up, and Shen Xiaoming sent a WeChat message saying that he was going to have dinner out with Aunt Lin's elders that evening.

Shen Ci looked at the words and understood them perfectly.

My father and Aunt Lin have been dating for some time now, and now that they've officially met the elders, it seems like good news is on the horizon.

Aunt Lin, with her decisive and composed demeanor, complements Father's gentle and refined nature perfectly.

Before she could reply, her father's second WeChat message popped up.

Shen Xiaoming: "Your Aunt Lin's younger brother will drive directly to the restaurant in a bit. He's a professor at your school, and he'll give you a ride. I'll send you his phone number so you can contact him."

Seeing the phone number of Professor Lin that her father had sent, Shen Ci lowered her eyes, tapped the screen lightly with her finger, and finally replied with only one word:

"it is good."

She saved the number, tapped the screen, and sent a text message:

"Hello Professor Lin, I am Shen Xiaoming's daughter. My father asked me to contact you so we can go to the hotel together tonight."

The other party replied quickly and concisely.

"5 o'clock, parking lot at the east gate of the school."

Shen Ci glanced at the time; there was still half an hour left, enough time to change her clothes.

She placed her bag on the table and opened the bottom drawer of the wardrobe.

A neatly folded skirt lay there quietly, its moon-white satin surface gleaming with a soft sheen, as if it had captured a handful of moonlight within its fabric.

This is a dress that Aunt Lin bought before she started university. It's a Chinese-style dress with a stand-up collar, Chinese knot buttons, a fitted waist, and a few sparse bamboo branches embroidered on the hem.

She usually wears casual T-shirts and jeans, which is the first time she has worn such formal clothes recently.

Today is different, after all.

A family dinner, a meeting with elders, is of great significance. As her father's daughter, she should dress formally and appropriately, and not be impolite.

She unfolded her skirt, and the satin flowed like water, shimmering with a warm light under the lamp.

When changing clothes, she fastened the buttons one by one, the stand-up collar close to her neck, the waistline accentuated her slender figure, and the skirt hem reached her calves, swaying like flowing water as she walked.

Li Yueran poked her head out of the bed, her voice rising abruptly as if she were being choked: "My God!"

Yu Nuo adjusted his glasses, his gaze fixed on Shen Ci behind the lenses. After a long pause, he slowly uttered a single word: "Beautiful."

Fortunately, Chu Xuanxuan wasn't in the dorm at the moment, otherwise, given her personality, she would definitely have screamed in the dorm.

During military training, Shen Ci always wore camouflage uniforms. After leaving the training ground, she would change into loose T-shirts and casual pants, covering her body completely. Although we knew she was beautiful, it was as if we were looking through a layer of fog, and we couldn't see her clearly.

Now, wearing this fitted Chinese-style dress, she seems to have been completely transformed.

The stand-up collar accentuates the long, fair neck, while the cinched waist creates a slender yet not overly bony silhouette.

The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, revealing the subtle ink bamboo pattern, as if she were wearing a traditional Chinese ink painting.

The moon-white satin fabric reflected her clean face. Without any makeup, her features appeared even more exquisite, and her temperament was as cool and aloof as the moon.

"I always knew you were pretty..." Li Yueran climbed off the bed, circled around Shen Ci, her eyes crinkling with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be this beautiful! That waist, those legs, that aura..."

She clutched her chest, feigning heartbreak: "Oh no, oh no! If I were a man, I'd kneel down and propose right here!"

Shen Ci's ears burned slightly from their teasing. She lowered her head and straightened her skirt, saying, "It's just a piece of clothing, why make such a fuss?"

"Absolutely! Absolutely!" Li Yueran grabbed her wrist. "Are you going on a blind date or attending a banquet tonight? Let me tell you, if you stand at the restaurant entrance looking like that, the waiters will be stunned, and they might even serve the wrong dishes!"

Shen Ci smiled wryly and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"I should go." She picked up her bag and walked towards the dormitory entrance.

Two pairs of eyes followed her retreating figure until the door closed softly, and Li Yueran's dreamlike sigh could still be heard from inside the dormitory—

"Those ordinary mortals... are truly unworthy..."

As Shen Ci walked towards the east gate of the school in the twilight, the moon-white skirt swayed gently with her steps, as if pouring a handful of flowing moonlight onto the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees.

All the way, I felt like I was being stared at.

The boys and even many girls passing by couldn't help but be drawn to her. Those intense and amazed gazes followed her like a shadow, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

She lowered her eyes slightly, secretly making up her mind: next time at school, I definitely can't dress like this.

Parking lot at the east gate of the school.

Lin Ruochen leaned against the car door, holding her phone and making a call. Her voice was clear and gentle, with a hint of lazy casualness: "...Okay, sis, I'll be there as soon as I pick them up."

He looked up, his gaze casually sweeping across the parking lot entrance.

Then, it froze.

The girl not far away was wearing a simple Chinese-style dress, her long hair casually tied up, revealing her fair and slender neck.

A gentle evening breeze blew by, causing her skirt to sway slightly. She looked like a lady who had just stepped out of a traditional Chinese ink painting—cool, gentle, yet possessing an undeniable and stunning beauty.

Lin Ruochen's fingers tightened slightly as she held her phone, forgetting to speak.

Lin Ruojin's voice was still ringing on the other end of the phone: "Ruochen? Ruochen? Are you listening?"

"...Hmm." He responded, but his gaze remained fixed on the figure, unable to look away.

Some people, once they enter your field of vision, can never be entered by anyone else.

……

Shen Ci walked to the car, nodded slightly, and said in a clear and steady voice, "Hello, Professor Lin, I am Shen Xiaoming's daughter, Shen Ci."

Lin Ruochen snapped out of his daze, hung up the phone, but his gaze remained fixed on her, lingering there for a long time.

He recognized the girl in front of him; she was the student in class who was highly skilled in calligraphy.

"Hello, Shen Ci." Lin Ruochen smiled gently and opened the passenger door for her. "Get in, don't keep your father waiting."

Shen Ci nodded, thanked him, and bent down to get into the car.

Lin Ruochen walked around to the driver's seat and started the car.

A surprised voice came from not far away, like a rooster being choked, suddenly rising and then falling again: "Isn't that Little Antique? How come he's in the third son of the Lin family's car? And he's dressed... dressed so nicely?"

"Shut up!" Xie Shuheng suddenly grabbed him, the force so strong that Yin Kuo stumbled.

"What are you doing—"

Xie Shuheng ignored him, but gave him a slight wink and nodded his chin to the side.

Yin Kuo followed his gaze and stopped speaking abruptly.

Jiang Duo had stopped and was watching expressionlessly as the black sedan merged into the traffic and eventually disappeared at the school gate.

His gaze was neither cold nor warm, yet it was like a thin blade tempered with ice, sending a chill down Yin Kuo's spine.