A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Su Feng stood in front of the mirror, looking at the person in it.

The man in the mirror was tall and strong, and the clothes made him look even more upright and spirited than usual.

Shoulders are shoulders, waist is waist, and even the contours of the hips and legs are clearly outlined by the fabric.

It's not that it's not beautiful, it's that it's too beautiful.

It's so beautiful it surpasses the conventional aesthetic standards of this era.

The fabric fits snugly, subtly revealing a clear S-curve in the rise and fall of the chest muscles, the tightening of the waist, and even the curve of the hips.

It possesses the robust frame of a soldier, yet the tailored suit imbues it with a distinctive, almost flamboyant, physical charm.

In an era where loose clothing is used to blur individual lines, this is particularly relevant.

This outfit really highlights my personal style.

He used to wear training uniforms or loose military uniforms.

Suddenly being wrapped in such a sharp, fitted outfit, with even the lines of his own body becoming so striking, made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Su Feng felt a tightness in his throat.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Section Chief Su, how is it? Do you need any help?" Ye Wenxi knocked lightly on the door twice and asked.

Su Feng opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. His gaze was somewhat unfocused, not quite settling on anything.

"Hmm...that's good."

The two women's eyes instantly focused on him.

Ding Jiahe suddenly grabbed Ye Wenxi's arm, her eyes wide open.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Ye Wenxi seemed to convey a single message:

Sister, you're so daring!

But Ye Wenxi looked somewhat dazed at this moment.

The door no longer seemed like her bedroom door, but rather like a portal connecting to the 21st century.

The man standing at the door was as tall and imposing as Lu Weidong, with a cold and handsome face.

In this dark gray suit, he looks like a cool and aloof elite who stepped out of a modern urban drama.

Looking at this outfit, all of Ye Wenxi's memories from her past life were suddenly pulled back into her mind.

She stared straight at Su Feng, her gaze piercing through his clothes, as if she were gazing at a distant imprint of time and space.

Su Feng met her gaze and was taken aback by the focused, unusual, and seemingly soul-searching look in her eyes.

She froze instantly, a surge of heat spreading rapidly from her neck to the top of her head, even turning her ears bright red.

Ye Wenxi composed herself, stepped forward, and circled around Su Feng.

When you get to the back, put your hands across your waist and tighten them in front to check the lines and size of your back.

However, this movement made Su Feng's body tense up for a moment.

Ye Wenxi walked up to Su Feng: "Section Chief Su, what do you think?"

"That's good." Su Feng nodded, his words concise.

Ding Jiahe rolled her eyes quietly to herself, thinking to herself: You don't know what's good for you. You're wasting all these nice clothes.

"Then... try on the jacket too." Ye Wenxi handed over the jacket.

Su Feng took off his suit jacket and put on the short jacket.

He definitely felt much more comfortable in this outfit; it was loose-fitting, warm, and had a good cut.

Just as I turned around, everything went black.

Why are these clothes so short?

The waistline, cinched by the cinched design, along with the full silhouette below, appears exceptionally clear under the short jacket.

Su Feng closed his eyes, raised his hand to scratch his eyebrows, and felt a slight burning sensation in his ears.

Ding Jiahe almost wanted to applaud, so she leaned close to Ye Wenxi's ear.

"I thought you were good at cross-dressing, but I didn't expect you to be so good at cross-dressing as well."

Ye Wenxi thought to himself: What a load of rubbish, can't you see how uncomfortable they are?

Su Feng met Ye Wenxi's questioning gaze.

"This one is fine too." His tone remained flat.

"How much is it in total?"

Ye Wenxi didn't give a price directly, but pointed to the dining table: "Section Chief Su, please have a seat."

The two sat down at the table.

"Section Chief Su, could you elaborate on your feelings about these two outfits?" Ye Wenxi looked at him. "I need honest feedback."

Su Feng paused for a moment, the words lingering on his lips.

The clothes were indeed well made, but he wasn't quite used to them.

"It's really good."

"I've never worn such form-fitting clothes before."

He wanted to say "manifest," but he was too embarrassed to open his mouth and swallowed it back.

Ye Wenxi listened and smiled softly.

Without thinking much, she blurted out, "Section Chief Su has such a good foundation, clothes are just icing on the cake. There's no need to hide such a good figure all the time."

Upon hearing this, Su Feng's face flushed bright red.

Ye Wenxi: "........."

Oops, I misspoke.

Su Feng's face burned, and words kept spilling out as he tried to quickly change the subject:

"Um... I saw you and Lu Weidong last night."

These words were spoken.

Ye Wenxi froze instantly.

His entire face turned bright red in an instant.

The little voice inside me started screaming:

What is he looking at?! Could it be... he's peeking through the warehouse window?!

Su Feng frowned, somewhat puzzled, as he watched Ye Wenxi lower her head further and further, as if she wanted to crawl under the table.

But his keen observation and usual analytical skills immediately connected the cause and effect.

That feeling of annoyance welled up inside me again.

He's just asking for trouble.

He quickly added, "At the firing range, I spotted you passing by with my binoculars."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wenxi let out a long, silent sigh of relief, and her shoulders slumped slightly.

"Ah... I went to inspect the site, to a warehouse on the farmland."

Ding Jiahe exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow! You're going to have stores and factories in the future?"

"Not quite, but it's better than staying at home."

Ding Jiahe took over the conversation, which eased the awkward atmosphere considerably.

Ye Wenxi stood up: "I'll go and settle the accounts for you."

Su Feng felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and turned around to go back to his bedroom to change back into his military uniform.

After paying the bill, Su Feng walked out of Ye Wenxi's house, stood in the hallway, and let out a heavy sigh.

He looked down at the bag of clothes in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He would never wear this dress if anyone else had made it; he'd rather go to the ball in his military uniform. But Ye Wenxi made it. She'll be there too.

Not wearing it is inappropriate. But wearing it... I'd probably feel awkward all night.

Su Feng felt a bit overwhelmed.

Inside the room, Ding Jiahe changed into the dress that Wang Hao had custom-made for her, and stood in front of the dressing mirror, turning left and right with a happy expression.

"How is it?" she asked.

"Beautiful!" Ye Wenxi replied with a smile, "Extremely beautiful!"

Ding Jiahe's ball gown is a white shirt-collar dress.

It is made of smooth Dacron fabric, which feels delicate and cool to the touch and has an excellent drape.

The long sleeves feature a slightly puffed design, which makes the arms appear slender and soft.

The waist was specially gathered, and a thin belt was made of three strands of thick brown waxed rope, tied at the side, with the remaining rope ends hanging naturally down the hem of the skirt, swaying gently as you walk.

The skirt hem is above the knee, with neat pleats, and the layers of pleats make the skirt look more fluffy and dynamic.

When you move, it's like a flowing cloud, both tightening the waistline to accentuate the figure and adding a touch of retro yet relaxed and lively charm.

"Are you afraid of the cold? If it's not too cold on the day of the ball, it's best to wear a pair of solid-colored stockings under your cotton trousers and take them off at the venue."

Ye Wenxi's statement is about pairing, and it makes sense.

Wearing stockings in the dead of winter, even indoors with heating, is enough to break out of the mold of this era.

Ding Jiahe let out a drawn-out "Oh—?" and turned around, her eyes wide open.

"You've got some nerve, you really dared to hitch a ride!"

"I already told you," Ye Wenxi said with a smile.

"If you mention it to others, they might not dare to, or they might not be willing."

Ding Jiahe walked over, smiling as she patted her shoulder: "You're the one who understands me best!"

She lowered her voice, her eyes shining: "Seriously, those two outfits were really stylish! Cool!"

"Don't assume the food is bad just because Section Chief Su had a cold face."

"If this were Wang Hao, he'd be jumping for joy and would want to wear it out every day to show it off."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wenxi's uncertainty dissipated.

Usually, the more outgoing customers would react very enthusiastically to the striking clothes.

Su Feng did indeed dampen my spirits today.

"You seem to know Wang Hao quite well."

Ye Wenxi glanced at her with a smile, raised an eyebrow, and spoke with a hint of provocation.

"How far have you two gotten?"