The sickly one in F4 was the group's darling.

Wen Jingyao, standing to the side, kept his head down, pretending to tidy up the fabric samples on the coffee table.

He had been quite shocked to witness the excitement surrounding the three young masters of the Bai family.

Who in the industry doesn't know Bai Jiheng's reputation? He's a man of his word, exuding a powerful aura. Everyone in the industry is extremely cautious when dealing with him, afraid of accidentally crossing his bottom line.

But is this man, who was manipulated and criticized by his own subordinates today, yet remained silent and indulgent, really the same person as the infamous demon in the rumors?

If this gets into high society circles, everyone will be shocked.

But how could one casually watch Bai Sanshao's antics? Even if he seemed easy to talk to at the moment, Wen Jingyao dared not show the slightest hint of a smile. If he misjudged his expression and this ruthless man saw it and held a grudge, the consequences would be unimaginable. His professional ethics and the urge to suppress his laughter were pulling him in opposite directions.

On the other hand, Bai Jiheng, who had been completely outmaneuvered by Bai Ci, completely abandoned his so-called meaningless family status and stopped joking and bickering.

He turned his head to look at Wen Jingyao, who was deliberately trying to keep a low profile, and waved his hand: "Designer Wen, stop pretending, come over and let's talk business."

Wen Jingyao shuddered and immediately looked up, a standard professional smile on his face: "Third Young Master, please give your orders."

Bai Jiheng raised his hand and pointed to the fabrics that had been finalized on the table. He was generous and meticulous, giving detailed instructions: "Make all four main fabrics you just selected into complete sets of clothing, with matching inner and outer garments, and all the thicknesses for all seasons. Make thirty sets each for everyday wear, commuting, and banquets, so you can change into them. Also, make ten pairs of shoes for each occasion."

Wen Jingyao gripped the tablet and took notes rapidly; his fingers, which had been tense for so long, finally became more agile.

He pushed the fabric brochure over: "Make one batch based on this quantity first, and then make the rest later."

Bai Ci's eyes widened when she heard the number: "Wait—how many sets?"

"Thirty sets each for home, commuting, and banquets?" Bai Jiheng repeated unhurriedly, then looked up at him. "What, you think that's not enough?"

"That's too much." Bai Ci pointed to herself. "I can't wear that much by myself."

"Is this a lot? Replace your old clothes that need replacing. Take advantage of this custom order to prepare some extra items, so you won't have to go through all that trouble when you need them."

Before Bai Ci could say anything more, Bai Jiheng turned to Wen Jingyao and added, "By the way, add six more shirts. He needs to change them if he has school events."

Wen Jingyao kept writing.

Bai Ci opened her mouth, wanting to say, "I don't participate in school activities much," but seeing Bai Jiheng's "this is non-negotiable" expression, she silently swallowed her words.

Forget it, Third Brother is currently in a state of "frantically trying to make up for lost time by buying clothes after being taken advantage of," so it's best not to reason with him at this time.

Bai Jiheng picked up the design draft from the coffee table, flipped to the casual style page, and pointed with his pen: "By the way, Designer Wen. Add a separate series to the casual set, and make it with a tiger pattern."

"Tiger stripes?" Wen Jingyao was slightly taken aback, but quickly composed himself. "What style does Third Young Master want?"

"Make it look nice, not like a New Year's painting." Bai Jiheng leaned back on the sofa, glanced at Bai Ci, and said, "Someone likes it."

Before Bai Ci could speak, he slowly added, his tone casual yet with a hint of lingering interest: "Yesterday, Uncle Chen took the storage boxes to the cloakroom, and I happened to see it. I opened one and took a look—that tiger, that dinosaur, that color scheme, I've never seen such eye-catching and vibrant clothes in my life."

"You look good to begin with. You said you look energetic, which means I have good taste," Bai Ci retorted without batting an eye.

"Yes, they do look quite nice." Bai Jiheng's tone softened slightly. "That's why we specially ordered a batch of high-end ones for you. You like tigers, right? You can wear them however you like from now on, without having to go to the children's clothing section to pick out styles anymore."

Bai Ci remembered that her older brother had mentioned to properly store clothes, and they were indeed washed clean, folded neatly, and stored in storage boxes in the same walk-in closet as Bai Jiheng's custom-made clothes.

"What are you thinking about?" Bai Jiheng asked, pulling him back to reality.

Bai Ci gently shook her head and whispered, "Thank you, Third Brother."

Seeing his obedient and gentle appearance, Bai Jiheng swallowed the teasing that was on the tip of his tongue and turned to continue finalizing the details of the tiger pattern with Wen Jingyao: the background color should be light gray or off-white, and the pattern should be a subtle jacquard design, understated but recognizable, not too flashy, but so that knowledgeable people can tell at a glance that it is hand embroidery.

"That's all. Let's finalize it first. We'll go through everything to the highest standards. Send me the first draft for review."

"Yes, Third Young Master, I will do as you say." Wen Jingyao quickly took notes on the tablet, silently adding another mark to his overtime hours in his mind.

The third young master put more effort into ordering clothes for his younger brother than he did into his own, even personally reviewing the tiger pattern design. He had been in this business for twenty years and had never seen anything like it before.

"Alright, go back and arrange the construction schedule."

"Okay." Wen Jingyao felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and his movements as he packed up the materials were both efficient and respectful.

A stack of fabrics was neatly stacked, design drafts were tucked into a folder, and several pages of requirements were densely written on the tablet.

"I'll go back and come up with a complete plan first, and then send the design drawings over to the young masters for their review in a few days."

Wen Jingyao, carrying a tablet and a fabric booklet, bowed slightly to the three of them.

Bai Jiheng raised his chin in acknowledgment.

"Thank you for your hard work." Bai Luochen nodded slightly, his demeanor cool yet gentle.

Only Bai Ci politely replied, "Take care, Mr. Wen."

Stepping out of the living room, a draft blew in his face, and Wen Jingyao breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to escape the scene.

Having worked in this industry for twenty years, today's scene is truly unforgettable. I must tell my assistant when I get back that we will add a 50% fee for emotional distress on all future orders from the Bai family. Adding only 20% is not enough.

Bai Ci thought the long measurement process was finally over and was about to get up and go back to her room when she heard Bai Jiheng speak again.

"By the way, about your school dormitory, I'll have Uncle Chen take some people there later."

Bai Ci paused, then asked, "...Where are you going?"

"Let me tidy up your wardrobe. Replace the old clothes that need replacing and throw away the rest to make room for new ones. Winter is coming soon, so we need to prepare thick clothes and blankets in advance. We'll send over a batch of suitable ones as an emergency measure."

As Bai Jiheng spoke, he scrolled through his phone, listing items: "And that wardrobe at your school must be too small. We'll ask Uncle Chen to see if we can get a bigger one, or if not, we'll just add another one."

Bai Ci's face immediately darkened: "Third Brother, I don't live alone in the dorm. You can't just change it like that! Besides, there are other people living there—Shen Tinglan, Ji Huaizhou, and Lu Ciyuan. You're having them move wardrobes in such a big way—"

He really couldn't resist his third brother's extreme favoritism. Such a grand gesture would only make him feel extremely awkward and embarrassed in front of his roommates.

Bai Jiheng didn't care at all: "So what if there are other people? It's not like I'm changing their things. You stay in your room, I'm changing your wardrobe, who does it bother? What's there to worry about? Oh, right, if it's a shared wardrobe, changing it to a bigger one would be more convenient for everyone."

This self-evident statement left Bai Ci speechless.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Bai Jiheng softened his tone slightly: "Alright, Uncle Chen knows what he's doing. He knows what should be replaced and what shouldn't be changed. If you're worried about making a big fuss, then let him do it discreetly. Just replace the items; there's no need to make a big fuss."

Bai Ci still looked troubled.

Seeing this, Bai Jiheng suddenly turned to look at the other side of the sofa: "Right, Second Brother?"

Bai Luochen looked up from the top of the journal, his gaze sweeping lightly between the two of them.

He knew, of course, that Bai Jiheng asked him this question not because he really needed his opinion, but to get him to take sides and shut Bai Ci up.

"You beat me to it."

With his thoughts exposed, Bai Jiheng coughed lightly to cover it up: "What do you mean by 'first come,' my brother originally planned to arrange for Uncle Chen to go, I just finalized it in advance."

Bai Ci glanced at his second brother, then at his third brother, and asked softly, "Second brother, what did we beat them to?"

Bai Luochen slowly exposed his mistake: "I'm afraid my older brother will take the initiative to worry and try to please you."

Bai Jiheng gritted his teeth: "I still think you look better when you're not talking."

Bai Ci blinked, slowly discerning the deeper meaning.

The eldest brother had originally planned to send someone to manage the dormitory, but the third brother brought it up in advance because... he wanted to monopolize this care.

He glanced at Bai Jiheng, who calmly poured himself a cup of tea, but the tips of his ears turned a light red.

Bai Ci didn't expose him, only responding softly with an "Oh."