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The explosive popularity of "Raging Waves" across the internet has not only propelled Wang Ye to the forefront of the top-tier influential figures in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Along with the independent haute couture menswear brand Yunyin Tailor, which he had casually endorsed before, it was also completely snapped up by fans and drama enthusiasts across the internet.

The modified peak lapel suits and black stand-up collar long gowns worn by Wang Ye when he played Gao Qiqiang in the drama became the hottest templates for men across the internet.

The five-figure high-end custom-made items, originally targeting a niche elite circle, were sold out in just three days.

As a result, pre-sale orders for the next quarter have been booked all the way into the fall of next year.

In the top-floor office of Shengjun International.

Wang Ye was slumped in a large leather swivel chair, scrolling through short videos, with a half-empty can of iced cola in his hand.

My phone suddenly started vibrating violently.

The caller ID on the screen read: Song Qingman.

Wang Ye swiped the screen to answer the call and casually pressed the speakerphone button.

Immediately, Song Qingman's charming laughter, full of mature womanly allure, came through the receiver.

His voice was filled with undisguised ecstasy and excitement.

"Chairman Wang, star Wang, my benefactor!"

"Are you available to take this call now?"

Wang Ye took a sip of cola and leaned back lazily in his chair.

"Mr. Song, judging from your tone, has your brand resolved the issue of sourcing goods?"

Song Qingman chuckled on the other end of the phone, her chest heaving so loudly you could feel it through the receiver.

"Thanks to Chairman Wang, three new production lines have been arranged, which can temporarily solve our immediate problem!"

"All the stock in our more than 30 offline showrooms across the country has been sold out, and even the sample garments were snapped up by customers at inflated prices!"

"Shu Yao and I haven't stopped talking on the phone these past few days. It's all A-list celebrities in the industry trying to order clothes through connections!"

Song Qingman paused, her tone becoming exceptionally soft and alluring.

"Chairman Wang has helped us so much, I must personally host a banquet today to properly thank you, such a great benefactor."

"I've already made a reservation. It's a secluded private restaurant on Dongsi 44th Street. The environment is quiet and peaceful, and there will be absolutely no paparazzi around."

"Chairman Wang, you must do me the honor of giving me this opportunity today, no matter what."

Wang Ye sat up straight in the chair.

"Sure, I was just wondering where to have dinner. Since President Song is treating, I'll definitely go and freeload."

Song Qingman cheerfully replied, "Shu Yao and I are waiting for Chairman Wang in the private room!"

……

6:30 p.m.

Deep in Dongsi 44 Hutong.

A traditional courtyard house with blue bricks and gray tiles, exuding a sense of history, stands in front of its gate.

The black Maybach S680 glided smoothly to a stop in its designated parking space.

Wang Ye opened the car door and got out.

He was wearing a very simple gray heavyweight hooded sweatshirt, black cargo pants, and sneakers, exuding the clean and relaxed vibe of a young college student.

Push open the heavy vermilion wooden door, walk past the screen wall facing the entrance, and pass through the corridor.

The waiter smiled and led the way, stopping in front of a private room in a side hall with a bamboo curtain that read "Bamboo Charm".

The curtain was lifted.

Inside the private room, two extremely eye-catching figures immediately came into view.

Song Qingman, sitting on the left, is dressed extremely formally and provocatively today.

She wore a deep red, V-neck, fitted dress with a very tight waist, showcasing her fair and delicate skin and well-defined collarbones.

Her chestnut-brown, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her bright red lips exuded a mature and alluring charm.

Sitting on the right, Leng Shuyao has a completely opposite style.

She had long, straight, jet-black hair, and her oval face, free of makeup, was delicate and refined.

She was wearing a plain white, modified stand-up collar, diagonal-front cheongsam that she designed herself.

Her high collar was buttoned up tightly, giving her an aloof and otherworldly air.

With excellent bone structure and straight, beautiful shoulder and neck lines, she is a serene sight to behold when she sits there.

Upon seeing Wang Ye stride in, Song Qingman immediately put down her celadon teacup and greeted him with a radiant smile.

"Chairman Wang! Please have a seat!"

Song Qingman, carrying a faint scent of camellia perfume, naturally reached out and took the sweatshirt that Wang Ye had taken off.

As she hung the clothes on the hanger, she turned around, her beautiful eyes lingering on Wang Ye's tall and strong body.

"Wang Dong's figure seems even better now, no wonder all the girls on the internet are saying they want to marry Brother Qiang."

Wang Ye pulled out the large mahogany chair in the main seat and sat down, a smile on his lips.

"President Song, please don't flatter me too much. I'm someone who can't handle praise. If I'm praised too much, I'll get cocky."

Leng Shuyao, who was standing next to her, also stood up and bowed slightly in greeting.

The usually aloof and arrogant chief designer now had a faint pink tinge around his ears, and his voice was as clear as spring water.

"Chairman Wang."

Wang Ye turned to look at her.

"Designer Leng looks great today; looks like sales are booming and he's in a good mood."

Leng Shuyao lowered her eyes.

"Thanks to Chairman Wang, my design has finally been seen by the public."

"The effect of Mr. Wang wearing it is even more perfect than my original design."

Song Qingman poured a cup of warm rice wine and handed it to Wang Ye, then pulled out a chair and sat down next to him.

"Chairman Wang, this first toast is for you."

"After deducting the charitable education fund we previously agreed upon, the sales revenue of this collaboration series resulted in a net profit of over 80 million yuan in a single month."

"It not only saved our independent brand, but also directly elevated Yunyin Tailor House into the ranks of top-tier high-end brands."

"I'll drink first as a sign of respect, please feel free to drink as you like."

Song Qingman tilted her snow-white neck back and drank the mellow, sweet yellow wine down her red lips in one gulp.

Her throat bobbed up and down, exuding charm.

Wang Ye picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

"You have a solid foundation for a mutually beneficial partnership; I was just going with the flow and acting as a figurehead."

"As for the charity foundation, Director Pei is already overseeing the implementation of the special project."

Upon hearing this, Leng Shuyao, who was sitting opposite her, raised her eyes, her eyes filled with undisguised emotion and admiration.

In the fickle and profit-driven fashion world, a man who commands a huge following yet dedicates himself to genuine philanthropy is extremely rare.

Steaming hot dishes were quickly laid out on the table.

Steamed wild yellow croaker, braised abalone using traditional methods, chicken with fish maw in golden broth, and several plates of exquisite Jiangnan snacks.

Wang Ye picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

"The taste is really authentic, much better than eating street food every day on set."

Song Qingman rested her chin on her hand, turned to the side and gazed at Wang Ye as he devoured the meat, her eyes sparkling as she whispered coquettishly.

"If Chairman Wang likes it, I'll bring you here to eat every day from now on."

"I'll pay for your meals for the rest of your life."

Wang Ye swallowed the fish in his mouth and raised his eyebrows.

"President Song, this is a bit too ambitious. I have a big appetite and could easily bankrupt your brand."

Leng Shuyao watched the two joking around and couldn't help but chuckle softly, her icy demeanor melting away.

We ate until the second half of the meal.

Leng Shuyao gently put down the jade chopsticks in her hand.

She took out an exquisite black wooden box from her handbag, held it with both hands, and placed it on the turntable in front of Wang Ye.

Leng Shuyao's expression turned serious, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Chairman Wang."

Wang Ye stopped what he was doing and looked at the wooden box.

"What kind of new trick is this?"

Leng Shuyao took a deep breath, placed her hands on her knees, and looked directly at Wang Ye.

"This is the original design sketch of my brand new haute couture menswear, which I drew exclusively for you over two whole weeks."

"There is only one set in the world. It will never be sold to the public, nor will it be produced in any commercial mass production."

"This is my purest gratitude to you as a designer."

Although Leng Shuyao's voice was gentle, it revealed the extreme stubbornness of a genius artist.

"I'd like to have a unique outfit custom-made just for you."

"I have asked people to find the top-quality heavy silk and black cashmere from Italy and Suzhou and Hangzhou. All of them are hand-cut and sewn by me."

Song Qingman laughed and chimed in.

"Chairman Wang, Shu Yao is a real design fanatic. Usually, when billionaires with assets of tens of billions come to her for a custom-made set, she won't even give them a second glance."

"She's been staying up all night for several nights in a row to make this outfit for you."

Wang Ye opened the wooden box and looked through the hand-drawn sketches inside, which were so detailed that they covered every single buttonhole.

The lines on the drawing are clean and bold, perfectly matching his body proportions.

"Very classy."

Wang Ye closed the box and nodded readily.

"Since Chief Leng is so kind, then I shall humbly accept your offer."

A look of surprise instantly flashed in Leng Shuyao's eyes, and she gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.

"So... is Chairman Wang free tomorrow morning?"

"Custom-made clothes require the most accurate body measurements to be taken again, so you need to come to my private studio in person."

Wang Ye smiled and agreed.

"No problem, I'll be there at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

Leng Shuyao nodded and then returned to her seat.

The meal lasted nearly two hours, and both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

It was already 9:30 p.m. when the show ended.

The three walked out of the courtyard gate.

Leng Shuyao's assistant parked the car at the intersection. Leng Shuyao politely said goodbye to Wang Ye, got into the car, and drove away first.

Song Qingman stood under the old locust tree outside the gate, wrapped in a black cashmere coat, watching Leng Shuyao's car drive away.

Wang Ye calmly walked towards the black Maybach S680 parked under the shade of a tree.

He opened the driver's side door and was about to get in.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Qingman standing in the wind.

The night wind lifted the hem of Song Qingman's coat.

Wang Ye rolled down the car window, raised an eyebrow, and spoke.

"Mr. Song, your driver hasn't arrived yet?"

Song Qingman turned around and walked gracefully to the driver's side window in her high heels.

She bent down and braced her hands on the edge of the car window.

The view from her neckline was completely exposed to Wang Ye's gaze.

The mature woman's fragrance, mixed with the slightly intoxicating scent of alcohol, warmly enveloped Wang Ye's cheeks.

Song Qingman bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with a hazy, watery mist.

"I didn't call a driver tonight."

Wang Ye's eyelids twitched.

"So, Mr. Song plans to take a walk at night to digest his food?"

Song Qingman gave a soft snort.

"Mr. Wang drives a luxury car worth over two million, how could he bear to watch a weak woman like me freeze to death on the curb in the middle of the night?"

"My home is nearby, not far from here."

"Mr. Wang...won't you consider coming over to my place for a chat, a cup of hot tea to sober up, and maybe even a ride home?"

If that ball came straight at you, any normal man would have to agree to it.

Wang Ye chuckled softly: "Sure."

"I'm thirsty too."

Wang Ye pressed the unlock button on the car door.

"Get in the car, Mr. Song."

……

Ten minutes later.

The Maybach drove out of the alley and merged into the traffic on the East Second Ring Road.

Soft, deep blues jazz music was playing in the carriage.

Song Qingman sat in the passenger seat, the seatbelt diagonally across her body, its curve making it even more exaggerated.

She turned to the side, one hand supporting her cheek, her beautiful eyes never leaving Wang Ye's profile.

Watching Wang Ye calmly change lanes with one hand on the steering wheel, Song Qingman felt herself becoming somewhat infatuated with this man.

Having navigated the business world for so many years, what kind of talented young people haven't she seen?

But this young man in front of me possesses both the absolute domineering aura of someone in a position of authority and a relaxed and carefree attitude rarely seen in people his age.

Half an hour later.

The car smoothly drove into the underground garage of a top-tier lakeside luxury apartment next to Chaoyang Park.

The two of them took the private elevator to the top floor, the 32nd floor.

A ding sound.

The elevator doors slid open, leading directly into a spacious and luxurious entryway.

The entire penthouse spans over 400 square meters, with huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offering breathtaking views of the lake in Chaoyang Park and the dazzling lights of the CBD.

The room was covered with a soft, thick, pure white wool carpet, and the central air conditioning had already adjusted the temperature to a comfortable 26 degrees Celsius.

Wang Ye stepped into the entryway, preparing to change his shoes.

The door behind me clicked shut, and the electronic lock popped out automatically.

Before Wang Ye could even turn around...

A soft, delicate hand gently rested on his shoulder from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingman pressed herself against him.

"Chairman Wang... welcome."

Song Qingman breathed softly behind him.

Wang Ye turned around, leaned against the shoe cabinet in the entryway, and looked at her with a leisurely air.

"Mr. Song, where's the tea?"

Song Qingman did not answer.

In front of Wang Ye, she casually untied the belt of her coat and tossed it onto the shoe-changing stool.

Song Qingman raised her hands and gathered her loose, wavy hair back, neatly tying it into a gentle ponytail with a hair tie.

Her fair and slender swan neck was revealed.

next moment.

Under Wang Ye's watchful gaze.

This proud female CEO, worth over 100 million and a powerful figure in the fashion world, slowly bent her knees.

My knees sank into the soft wool carpet.

Song Qingman raised her beautiful face, and in her eyes, all the shrewdness of the business world completely vanished, leaving only...

"Chairman Wang..."

Song Qingman's voice trembled slightly.

"You've done Qingman an immense favor..."

"Tonight... Qingman will use the highest level of courtesy... to properly thank you..."

The warm yellow floor lamp in the entryway flows quietly.

As night deepened, the wind and waves rose again.

……

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