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

"Mm," Bai Ci responded softly, obediently following Uncle Chen out of the tea room.

"Young Master, over here."

The long corridor is deep and secluded, with retro wall lamps on both sides casting a warm yellow glow that gently washes over the dark wooden pillars, making the floor shine like a mirror.

The corridor is shaded by flowers and trees, and the evening breeze carries a faint fragrance of flowers in. The whole manor is quiet and elegant, exuding a noble and composed air that has been mellowed by the passage of time.

As if afraid that Bai Ci would feel awkward, Uncle Chen patiently explained as they walked: "Young Master, the clothes of the young masters in the family are all stored separately. The eldest young master is broad-shouldered and his clothing style tends to be tough and formal; the second young master is tall and his clothing emphasizes a neat and aloof look. Their clothes don't suit you and will make you look sloppy and listless."

At this point, his tone became more certain: "Only the Third Young Master's clothes have a slender and gentle cut, which suits you best. Tonight's situation is urgent, so wearing his clothes first is the safest option."

Bai Ci listened silently and nodded obediently.

"You won't have to make do for too long." Uncle Chen spoke with sympathy, softening his tone. "The young master has already given the order. A personal designer will come to your door tomorrow to make custom-made clothes for you. Everything from everyday wear and banquet attire to school uniforms will be provided for you."

Finally, he slowed his speech and solemnly conveyed, word by word: "The young master specifically instructed that everything you want and need from now on will be prepared for you."

"Wow! Bai Yanzhi is so thoughtful! I won't have to worry about clothes anymore!" Xiao Qi said excitedly.

Then, it changed its tone, its voice carrying a touch of the system's characteristic professionalism: "Bai Bai, this means your comeback mission is progressing steadily! Being seen and remembered—that's the first step in changing the original owner's fate! Our life-extending KPIs are starting to change, aren't they?"

Bai Ci lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow on her cheek.

He remembered the bag of biscuits that had expired eight months ago that he had found while rummaging through drawers in the villa yesterday; he remembered Shen Tinglan saying, "The things in the refrigerator are for public use," as he was squatting on the kitchen floor wiping up water stains; he remembered the embarrassment he felt this morning at the market, repeatedly deliberating over a few dozen dollars' difference in price at the children's clothing stall.

Those events happened only a few hours apart, but it felt like a long time ago.

He pursed his lips, suppressing the bitterness welling up inside him, and called out in his heart, "Xiao Qi."

"Um?"

"My KPIs are improving, so maybe my lifespan can be extended by a few more days?" He asked seriously, with a hint of cautious expectation.

Xiao Qi immediately retrieved the backend data, her tone even more excited than before: "It's moving! It's moving! Although the reward hasn't arrived yet, at this rate, the first Nine-Turn Life-Extending Pill fragment is already beckoning to you! Bai Bai, the system judges that your older brother arranging a designer for you is a valid indicator of 'being valued,' so it completely counts!"

Bai Ci slightly curved the corners of her mouth.

"Alright," he thought to himself, "the longer I live, the longer you'll stay with me."

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Xiao Qi was silent for a moment, then let out a muffled groan of being hit where it hurt: "Bai Bai, could you please give me a heads-up before saying something like that next time? My system almost crashed."

Bai Ci didn't reply. The unease and embarrassment that had been lingering in her heart since she transmigrated here had been mostly soothed.

"Young Master, we've arrived."

Uncle Chen's voice pulled Bai Ci back from her thoughts.

Bai Ci looked up and saw a silver double metal door in front of him. A brass plaque was embedded in the doorknob, and the white falcon totem on it gleamed under the light.

Uncle Chen swiped his card and entered his password with practiced ease.

With a "beep", the door lock popped open.

"This is the Third Young Master's dressing room."

Uncle Chen opened the wardrobe on the left, about to help Bai Ci choose clothes, when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He raised his hand to take it, gave a few brief replies, and then his expression turned slightly serious.

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Bai Ci and said apologetically, "Young Master, I'm so sorry, red wine was spilled in the front hall's food preparation area, staining the antique tapestry. The servants below dared not handle it themselves, so I had to go over there immediately to clean up the mess. The eldest young master just set the rules, and tonight's banquet cannot afford to have any mistakes."

At this point, Uncle Chen paused briefly, his gaze softening as it fell on the tiger-themed hoodie Bai Ci was wearing, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness as he conveyed the message:

"In addition, the young master specifically instructed that after you change out of this dress, it should be carefully taken care of by the servants and stored properly for you."

"Please feel free to choose whatever you like. Take any of the clothes that catch your eye, Third Young Master. Don't worry about anything. I'll be right back."

"Okay, Uncle Chen, you go ahead with your work."

Bai Ci felt a gentle warmth in his heart.

It turns out that Bai Yanzhi had even remembered this inconspicuous piece of clothing.

After speaking, Uncle Chen bowed again, stepped out of the door, and left the door slightly ajar.

The spacious dressing room was bathed in warm light, with clothes neatly arranged in the closets.

Bai Ci breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the various clothes with some difficulty, and whispered in her heart, "Xiao Qi..."

"Coming, coming!" Xiaoqi responded immediately, her voice soft and full of excitement. "Baibai, look! The styles here are all clean and refreshing, and they suit you perfectly."

Bai Ci lightly tapped the light gray knit sweater beside her with her fingertips, then touched the white shirt next to it, struggling to choose: "Pick one... something that won't stand out."

Xiaoqi quickly analyzed: "This misty white knit sweater paired with dark smoky gray pants makes her look demure, but when she puts on a serious face, she appears both soft and cold. Oh my god, the contrast is so striking, I'm instantly smitten!"

Bai Ci looked it over for a moment, and finding it indeed simple and understated, she nodded slightly: "Then this one will do."

"Hehe, if Bai Bai wore that, he'd definitely be the most eye-catching young master in the whole place!"

Bai Ci, holding the new clothes she had chosen, was about to head to the changing area.

Two footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, their gait casual and lazy, like those of pampered scions of wealthy families.

The conversation that followed was clearly audible through the door. The two men had a certain arrogance about them, but their words also clearly showed their fear and deference to the owner of the house.

"This is such a hassle. He was fooling around in the front hall and spilled wine all over himself. Now I have to make a special trip to the Third Young Master's dressing room."

"Stop complaining. If it weren't for the Third Young Master's request, how could we be here picking whatever we want? Not many people in this industry have that kind of influence. Hurry up and grab one, let's go!"

The voice just fell,

"Ding! Danger warning! Enemy locked!"

Xiao Qi's sharp and excited alarm suddenly rang in Bai Ci's mind:

"It's them! Those two from the mountain path! Bai Bai, they're right outside the gate!"

Bai Ci's movements as she changed clothes suddenly froze, her knuckles clenching the fabric tightly.

A look of alertness instantly flashed in his eyes.

It really was them.

The next second, the doorknob clicked softly.

The door is about to open!