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She put the tablet into her bag and looked behind the door.

That windbreaker, priced at 24 yuan during a promotion, was hanging there.

Su Qinghan's nerves, which had just relaxed, were poked again.

You can't wear this to the dinner party the day after tomorrow.

Lu Yuan looked in the direction she was looking.

Why?

Su Qinghan looked at him.

Lu Yuan explained earnestly, "The fabric is quite sturdy, windproof, waterproof, and has many pockets. Besides, isn't everyone talking about retro industrial style these days? This one of mine has signs of actual combat, and it's a limited edition with an aged look."

Su Qinghan gripped the edge of the tablet bag with her hand.

"Lu Yuan, the key investors will be there the day after tomorrow, along with the director and screenwriter of 'The Faceless Ones.' You're going to talk about the villainous male lead, not to go to the market to ask Mr. Liu for a few cents off."

"Master Liu has a great business sense when it comes to rounding down."

"Shut up."

After Su Qinghan finished speaking, she paused for a moment.

In the past few days, she has been working non-stop on the follow-up publicity and distribution of "Black Gold", and has also been pressuring her studio to filter out a bunch of messy business invitations.

She habitually internalizes a high-pressure state, so the backlash comes quickly whenever there's even the slightest uncontrollable variable.

Her breathing became shallow.

She pinched the leather edge of the flat bag until it was deformed.

The weariness in his eyes was pushed up by anxiety.

Lu Yuan originally wanted to fight for the last vestige of dignity for the windbreaker.

Su Qinghan's breathing rate was off.

The inhalation is short, and the exhalation is stuck in the chest. The shoulder and neck muscles begin to compensate, and the subcutaneous pulse on the inside of the wrist becomes irregular.

Early stress.

Then came the familiar cycle of insomnia and anxiety.

Lu Yuan raised his hand and grabbed Su Qinghan's wrist.

Su Qinghan was pulled back to the edge of the sofa by him.

"Lu Yuan—"

"Look at me."

His thumb pressed on the Neiguan acupoint, above the transverse crease of her wrist.

With his other hand, he supported her palm and pressed his fingertips against the Shenmen acupoint.

He suppressed her restless agitation.

"Exhale, three seconds."

Su Qinghan tightened her lip line.

"Inhale, five seconds."

The speech was slow and steady, guiding the listener back to the normal rhythm.

Su Qinghan instinctively followed suit.

The first exhale was very short, and there was a feeling of tightness in my chest.

The second time, my shoulders felt relaxed.

The third time, my fingertips withdrew from the stiffness, and the tablet bag slid onto the sofa.

Lu Yuan changed his angle and continued pressing the acupoint with his thumb.

"Again."

Su Qinghan looked at him.

The person who had just surrendered so readily for a Michelin three-star restaurant is now sitting in front of her, his eyes lowered, and every movement of his hand is done with medical-grade precision.

The contrast is too great!

The hard shell that had been squeezed out of her by projects, capital, and public opinion gradually peeled away.

A few minutes later, her breathing stabilized and her heartbeat returned to normal.

The smells of cat food, goji berry water, and old wood mingled together in the rented room, which made her feel at ease!

Lu Yuan released his grip: "Drink less coffee lately. You're not a machine."

Su Qinghan looked down at her wrist; the spot where he had pressed was still warm.

"You're being nosy."

"It's a hassle for an ambulance to get upstairs if you collapse in my room," Lu Yuan said. "There's no elevator in this building."

Su Qinghan looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly stood up.

Once she recovered, the commanding presence of a director returned to her.

"Walk."

Lu Yuan looked up. "Where are we going?"

"Buy clothes."

"Now?"

"Now."

"The price of the clothes cannot exceed four figures," Lu Yuan immediately declared. "Within four figures, it's best to include discounts for orders over a certain amount."

Su Qinghan picked up her bag. "You just agreed to the dinner."

"Accepting a dinner invitation is not the same as accepting bankruptcy."

"This is called clothing."

"My 24-yuan outfit was also for show."

Seeing that she had just recovered, Lu Yuan didn't push her any further. He simply put away Lao Liu's catnip cookies and checked the automatic feeder again.

The sixth dog lay on the sofa armrest, swishing its tail.

It was indifferent to the fact that its owner was taken to be "modified".

As long as dinner is on time, the world is fine no matter what.

Half an hour later, the car was parked in the underground parking garage of a top luxury shopping mall in the city center.

The elevator goes straight up to the high-floor apartment.

When Lu Yuan walked into the store wearing that old windbreaker, the sales assistant at the door paused for a moment with a professional smile.

The guests served at this shop have watches that could buy half a house, and shoes that have walked on red carpets and the steps of private jets.

Those who came wearing 24-yuan down jackets are not included in the training case studies.

The sales assistant glanced at Lu Yuan, then looked at Su Qinghan.

She recognized Su Qinghan.

She forcefully withdrew that hint of scrutiny.

"Director Su, good evening."

Su Qinghan ignored the sales assistant's pause and walked straight into the inner area.

She didn't touch any of the big logos or trendy items outside.

Those clothes are suitable for popular celebrities to take airport photos, but not for Lu Yuan.

She reached into the deepest part of the clothes rack and picked out two outfits, one pure black and one dark gray.

The fabric is non-reflective, the cut is clean, and the shoulder line is extremely stable.

"try."

Lu Yuan was about to flip the price tag.

Su Qinghan slammed the price tag back on and stuffed the clothes into his hands.

The sales assistant almost missed catching the clothes rack next to her.

Before being wheeled into the fitting room, Lu Yuan was still trying to persuade her: "I won't wear anything that costs more than four figures."

Su Qinghan stood outside: "You can talk about it after you've finished dressing."

A few minutes later, the fitting room door opened.

Lu Yuan walked in two rows.

The store fell silent instantly.

The all-black suit suppressed his streetwise laziness; the tailored cut accentuated his broad shoulders, the sleek waistline was neatly defined, and his long legs strode forward.

He transformed from a "frugal expert in the old neighborhood of the south of the city" into a man sitting at the end of the negotiating table, making people afraid to make unreasonable demands.

The sales assistant's pupils dilated, and the words stuck in her throat.

Her professionalism saved her from losing her composure on the spot.

But the eyes don't lie.

Su Qinghan remained silent.

Many top male stars are polished by their teams, whether on camera, on the red carpet, or in blockbuster films.

Lu Yuan is different; he doesn't need to exert himself.

His tie was crooked, and his shirt buttons weren't fastened properly.

It is precisely this untamed, loose feel that gives the clothes a unique character.

Lu Yuan looked down and tugged at his collar. "It's tight."

Su Qinghan walked over. "Don't move."

She reached out and straightened his collar.

The two were very close.

Lu Yuan could smell the faint scent of cedar and orange blossom on her, which was less intense than in the afternoon.

Su Qinghan tightened his tie and brushed his fingers past below his Adam's apple.

The sales assistant stood beside her, even her breathing became softer.

Su Qinghan fastened the top button for him and looked up at him.

This face is so deceptive.

When he's gentle, he can make people forget that he kicked the iron cage door open; he can even get NPCs to line up to deliver keys to him.

A person possesses both divinity and a down-to-earth nature, yet all he cares about is getting discounts on cat food.

Su Qinghan suddenly felt very annoyed.

It wasn't directed at Lu Yuan.

It's about the dinner table the day after tomorrow.

Capital loves to exploit these kinds of people, turning danger into a gimmick, putting a price tag on talent, and treating them as mere components for generating traffic.

She won't let them touch her casually.

"Keep this set."

Lu Yuan snapped out of his daze, "Wait, the price isn't out yet—"

A "beep" sounded from the cashier.

The sales assistant quoted the amount: "Two formal suits, plus a shirt and two ties, totaling 186,000."

Lu Yuan instantly switched from being a high-class male lead to a resident of an old neighborhood in the south of the city!