Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

After driving for a while, Lu Jinnan could tell from his daughter's emotions that both his son and daughter were very happy about the trip.

Apart from Su Xue, Lu Yiyue sat in the passenger seat. Lu Qingchen never had the chance to sit in the passenger seat; he was always destined to sit in the back.

Lu Jinnan first glanced at his son in the rearview mirror, then looked at his daughter beside him, and asked with concern, "Yueyue, did you have fun this time?"

Lu Yiyue nodded, her mind filled with happy images. "It was fun! The place Aunt Feifei found was really fun. She said she'll call us again next time there's something fun to do."

"Solo pilots are professionals in this area; they've been doing it for many years..."

Lu Yiyue stared intently at Lu Jinnan in the driver's seat and reminded him, "Dad, that's impolite."

How could you say that about Aunt Feifei?

Receiving a warning look from his daughter, Lu Jinnan stopped teasing her, took the initiative to admit his mistake, and changed the subject, "Dad was wrong. I'll watch my words. It's fine as long as it's funny. Shall we go home or to your studio?"

"Let's go to the studio. Wenwen has been minding the shop alone these past few days, so I brought her a gift."

Lu Jinnan's gaze was fixed ahead, but his mouth kept moving, as if he had endless things to say to his daughter. "Aren't you planning to hire a few more people? Two people are working too hard. If orders increase, we won't be able to handle it. How about Dad helps you find a few more capable assistants?"

Lu Yiyue shook her head, "I've already posted the job ad online, and someone should come for an interview in a few days. I can handle it."

"Alright, I trust my daughter to handle things. Should we go back to school tomorrow or the day after?"

The next question was directed at Lu Qingchen, who was sitting in the back seat playing on his phone.

Lu Qingchen, who was lounging lazily in the back seat, sat up straight upon hearing this, shrugged indifferently, twirled his phone in his hand, and replied, "It depends on your needs. If you need anything, I'll go to school later. If not, I'll go back tomorrow and won't be in your way."

Lu Jinnan didn't really need a son; they even bickered at home. "I'll ask the Empress when I get home tonight if she needs you."

The Empress is referring to Su Xue. In the Lu family, Lu's mother is the Empress Dowager, Lu Qingchen is the Crown Prince who has been banished to the Cold Palace, and Lu Yiyue is the favored princess.

On another car.

Ji Hancheng also asked his daughter the same question. No matter what kind of personality parents have, whenever their child goes on a long trip, they will ask how the trip was when the child comes back.

However, compared to Lu Jinnan, Ji Hancheng's question was more profound. He glanced at his son in the passenger seat and noticed that his son's phone had a privacy screen protector, so he couldn't see what was on the screen. A smile appeared on his lips, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel.

Ji Xinyu was playing on her phone in the back, planning to turn the photos she took today into a short video and copy it to a USB drive.

Ji Jiale felt a gaze occasionally falling on him. He parted his thin lips, put away his phone (he was also looking at the photos), and asked, "What's up?"

Ji Hancheng kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, appearing to be focused on driving and only asking casually. His tone was normal, like a father concerned for his son: "What did you gain from this trip?"

To Ji Xinyu, it sounded like her father was concerned about them, but to Ji Jiale, it wasn't. He didn't think his father's question was just literal, and he answered succinctly, "It's alright."

"Not bad means you've made some progress," Ji Hancheng automatically translated his son's words, smiling slightly, "You've made quite a bit of progress."

Sitting in the back, Ji Xinyu didn't understand what he meant. Gain and progress weren't the same thing; besides, it was a trip for leisure, not a study tour. "Dad, what do you mean? What progress has my brother made?"

Seeing that his son wasn't going to talk to him after answering and was playing on his phone with his head down again, Ji Hancheng glanced at the rearview mirror and said to his daughter, "Tell your brother that his work has been making progress lately."

"Oh, I see. I thought you were talking about something else."

Ji Xinyu continued to share about her trip, "Dad, let me tell you, this trip was so much fun! The night market was full of food, so many delicious dishes. We ate our way through the whole trip."

Ji Hancheng picked out a key point from his daughter's sentence and asked his son beside him again, "You went shopping too? ate?"

"Yes, we should at least try it."

Ji Xinyu: "Yeah, we ate all the way, we ate a ton, bro, wasn't it delicious?"

"Yeah, it's alright."

"My brother ate all the ice cream, Dad. You can imagine it must have been really good, right, bro? It tasted pretty good, didn't it?"

"Um."

The whole family knows that Ji Jiale doesn't like ice cream.

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng smiled meaningfully. Ji Jiale pretended not to see her father's smile and looked away at the receding scenery outside the window.

For the rest of the drive, Ji Xinyu chatted with her father about the fun things they had done over the past few days. Ji Jiale remained silent the entire time, as if he didn't exist, while Ji Hancheng kept a smile on his lips.

The next day, the private car driver, Mr. Lu, took Lu Qingchen to school, and everyone entered "work mode"—some went to work, and some went to school.

Even the two Chaos Demon Kings have joined the fight.

A week later, at the studio.

Lu Qingchen sat on the sofa, looking nonchalant, flipping through his sister's picture album with a narcissistic air, thinking that none of the people in the pictures were as handsome as him, and that he would be incredibly handsome if he wore those clothes.

Across from him sat a boy in a tracksuit. He loved playing basketball and had met Lu Qingchen while playing basketball. He always wore sportswear when he went out, and his wardrobe was full of sportswear. He didn't own a single pair of jeans. He disliked the feeling of tightness, as it restricted his movements and made him feel uncomfortable.

Lu Qingchen looked at the magazine for a while and found it uninteresting, even less appealing than herself. So she handed the catalog to her senior brother sitting opposite her, saying, "Brother, take a look and see what style you like. My sister is really good at it."

My senior's name is Xie Mufeng. His family owns a garment factory and is quite well-off. They have long-term cooperative relationships with many large companies.

Xie Mufeng had looked at Lu Yiyue no less than five times since he entered the studio, but he was quite polite and didn't stare at her continuously, only stealing glances for a few seconds.

"Okay, let me see. Miss Lu, do I need to take your measurements first?"

Lu Yiyue smiled slightly and sat down next to her younger brother. Her assistant, Wenwen, placed a glass of water in front of Xie Mufeng and then politely stepped back.

"Take a look at our catalog first. The clothes the models are wearing are all designed by our studio. See if there's anything you like, and if it's your style. If you think it suits you, then we'll take your measurements."

Lu Yiyue spoke gently, and every word she said made Xie Mufeng feel very tender, as if her eyes were speaking.

Only then did Xie Mufeng lower his head and seriously flip through the picture book. While his eyes were on the picture book, he had already made up his mind. He had long wanted to come and see Lu Yiyue, whom he had heard so much about.

He met Lu Qingchen through basketball. They both loved playing basketball, and Xie Mufeng was a talkative person who took good care of Lu Qingchen. They kept in touch regularly, and Xie Mufeng often praised his sister.

During basketball games, Xie Mufeng often heard Lu Qingchen talking about his older sister, Lu Yiyue. Once he started talking about her, he couldn't stop. He praised her to the point that she was like a goddess. Xie Mufeng had fantasized about Lu Yiyue, whom he had never met. From Lu Qingchen's words, he could tell that Lu Yiyue was a beautiful and gentle woman.

Over time, he would occasionally mention Lu Yiyue, and Lu Qingchen was also willing to talk about his sister's glorious history. In Lu Qingchen's heart, his sister was very outstanding, and he was very proud to have such a sister.

Xie Mufeng, who was about to graduate, suddenly texted Lu Qingchen saying he wanted to ask his sister to make him a suit. For Lu Qingchen, this was just a matter of showing him the way, so he was naturally willing.

Upon meeting her today, he found that Lu Yiyue's image was just as he had imagined: she was very gentle and beautiful, the kind of person who was very pleasing to the eye.

Lu Qingchen picked up a candy from the coffee table, the candy wrapper making a rustling sound as it was torn. He lowered his head slightly and put it in his mouth. "Sis, my senior brother is going to work at his family's factory next month. He'll be going out to negotiate business in place of his father, so he wants to have a few suits made."

Lu Yiyue nodded, indicating that she understood.

A few minutes later, Xie Mufeng stood up. He was about 180 cm tall, spoke very politely, and looked like an older brother. "Miss Lu, please take your measurements."

"Wenwen, take the measurements." Lu Yiyue called over her assistant, Wenwen.

Lu Yiyue noticed the question in Xie Mufeng's eyes and replied softly, "I'm sorry, I don't take measurements. My assistant usually does it. But I made the clothes, so you can rest assured. I won't force you if you can't accept it."

Xie Mufeng wasn't one to force people. He smiled slightly, showing his understanding, and said, "I'm here to have clothes made. As long as the measurements are accurate, it doesn't matter who takes them."

Lu Yiyue nodded, finding the person quite easy to talk to and very polite, making communication relatively straightforward. In this line of work, the worst thing is encountering difficult clients.

Wenwen took a tape measure and carefully helped measure the dimensions. Lu Yiyue did not sit irresponsibly on the sofa, but watched from the side. She would glance at every word Wenwen wrote.

Lu Yiyue's thoughtfulness added to Xie Mufeng's goodwill towards her. She maintained a proper distance between men and women, yet she was considerate and attentive in every way.

After taking the measurements in no time, Xie Mufeng straightened his clothes and glanced at Lu Yiyue, who was already sitting on the sofa, fixing Lu Qingchen's hair. The scene was very warm and cozy. No wonder Lu Qingchen always talked about his sister. "You used too much styling spray on your curls. They're stiff. Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Lu Qingchen touched her curly hair, not feeling anything at all. "It's okay. I can't style it without spraying some."

Xie Mufeng walked over to the sofa and politely asked, "Miss Lu, would you like to pay a deposit first?"

Lu Yiyue always handled matters strictly according to the rules with people outside her family, but since Xiao Chen brought her along, she gave her a slight discount. However, she didn't say anything, "Have you decided on the style? Are there any in the catalog that you think are suitable?"

Xie Mufeng picked up the catalog and pointed to a set of clothes. "I think this one is quite comfortable. Let's make both of these." There were also fabric samples next to him, and he selected two more.

Lu Yiyue stood up, went to the counter to get a receipt, and followed the normal procedure. "Can you accept this price?"

Xie Mufeng glanced at the 200,000 yuan on the receipt, nodded, took out his bank card and swiped 40,000 yuan. The receipt stated that the total price of the two suits was 200,000 yuan, with a 20% deposit and the balance to be settled on the day of delivery.

He put the receipts into his pocket. It was already getting dark outside, so he didn't want to linger. "Okay, Xiao Chen, I'll be going now. Let's play basketball together next week."

Throughout the entire process, Lu Yiyue remained gentle and polite, handing over a business card and saying, "If you have any questions, please call the store. This is your business card."

Xie Mufeng took the business card, glanced down at it and saw that it listed the assistant's mobile phone number and the store's landline, but not Lu Yiyue's personal number. "Okay."

Lu Qingchen stood up. "Goodbye, senior brother. Keep in touch by phone." Then she leaned close to Xie Mufeng's ear and whispered, "How's my sister?"

Xie Mufeng nodded, smiled politely, and said goodbye to the two of them again.

Lu Qingchen watched her senior brother's departing figure. "Sis, aren't you going home? I'm a little hungry."

"I'm logging off now. Wait for me for 10 minutes while I tidy up. That customer from earlier was clearly older than you. How did you two end up hanging out together?"

Lu Yiyue was tidying up the drawings and scraps of cloth on the table when she asked a question with her head down.

Lu Qingchen walked in front of her sister and replied, "He plays basketball. He's really good at basketball and a very nice person. We exchanged contact information. I promise, he was the one who messaged me first saying he wanted to order a custom-made suit. I didn't drag him here. Besides, I already told him the approximate price before we came."

Lu Yiyue listened but did not respond to her brother's words.

"Sis, do you have any discounts?"

"Well, I'm being polite to you, you don't need to tell them," Lu Yiyue reminded her.

"All right."

Assistant Wenwen is a girl who doesn't interrupt or disturb others and just quietly does her work. She always tries to minimize her presence, and even Lu Qingchen rarely gets to say more than a few words to her when he comes.

Working with your head covered is like being invisible.