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The next morning, at 8:30.

Warm sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the large bed.

Wang Ye leaned against the headboard, full of energy and showing no signs of fatigue.

Song Qingman, who was beside her, was curled up in a thin silk quilt, revealing a large section of her smooth, jade-like back.

Her delicate body was flushed with a crystalline pink, and her long hair was scattered messily on the pillow.

Her eyelids trembled slightly, and she tried to sit up in a daze, but as soon as she exerted any effort, she gasped and slumped back into the covers.

"Wang Ye..."

Song Qingman hummed hoarsely.

"I feel like I'm about to break down..."

Wang Ye lifted the thin blanket and got out of bed, stretching his arms.

He turned his head and looked at Song Qingman, who was lying on the bed, with a wicked smile.

"Mr. Song, who was it last night shouting on the sofa that they wanted to teach the young people a lesson?"

"Your own physical fitness isn't up to par, so you're blaming the client for being too great?"

In shame and anger, Song Qingman grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at him.

"Shut up!"

Wang Ye caught the pillow and stuffed it back into her arms, making a crisp patting sound as he did so.

"Alright, lie in bed a little longer."

"I have to go to Leng Shuyao's studio this morning to take measurements, it wouldn't be good if I were late."

Upon hearing Leng Shuyao's name, Song Qingman forced herself to lift her head, a meaningful smile appearing on her charming face.

"That girl, Shu Yao... has a mind as pure as a blank sheet of paper..."

"You big bad wolf... don't scare my chief designer..."

Wang Ye put on his coat, zipped it up, and turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"President Song, rest assured, I, the chairman, have always won people over with virtue and am a true gentleman."

Under Song Qingman's charming disdain, Wang Ye strode out of the master bedroom.

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9:50 a.m.

Jiuxianqiao Road, deep within the 798 Art Zone.

In front of a detached building converted from an old industrial plant.

A minimalist brass sign hangs on the cement exterior wall – “Elegant Tailoring”.

This is Leng Shuyao's personal, independent, high-end custom-made studio.

Surrounded by green bamboo, the environment is extremely secluded and quiet.

The black Maybach came to a smooth stop in front of the porch.

Wang Ye got out of the car, stepped onto the stone steps, and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

It was accompanied by the clear, tinkling sound of a copper bell.

The entire spacious and empty studio is now in front of you.

The ceiling is a full six meters high, and sunlight shines directly down from the skylight in the roof.

The floor is terrazzo, and the walls are lined with countless fabric rolls and mannequins. The air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and new cotton.

In front of the huge solid wood cutting table in the very center.

A slender and elegant figure stood there.

Leng Shuyao changed into a very casual work outfit today.

She wore a light beige fitted thin knit top, revealing her fair and defined collarbones.

Her lower body was covered by a pair of slim-fitting, light gray, high-waisted, flowing trousers that perfectly accentuated her long, straight legs.

Her long hair was casually tied back with an ebony hairpin, revealing her graceful and slender swan neck.

He wore a pair of extremely thin, non-prescription glasses on the bridge of his nose, and held a soft leather measuring tape used by tailors in his hand, his expression focused and cold.

Hearing the bell at the door, Leng Shuyao suddenly looked up.

Upon seeing Wang Ye stride in, a bright light instantly shone in those clear eyes that had been as cold as ice.

"Chairman Wang, you're right on time."

Leng Shuyao put down her pencil and took a few steps forward.

Her gaze lingered on Wang Ye's handsome face for a moment, and the tips of her ears involuntarily flushed red.

For some reason, looking at Wang Ye today, she felt that this man had an indescribable flamboyance and wildness about him.

Wang Ye looked around at the artistic furnishings and spoke with a smile.

"Designer Leng's territory has a great vibe; it's quiet and suitable for art."

Leng Shuyao pursed her red lips slightly, her voice soft and clear.

"Only in a quiet place can clothes with true soul be made."

She turned around, picked up the custom-made black measuring tape from the cutting table, and gently pulled it with both hands.

"Chairman Wang, shall we... begin measuring the data now?"

Wang Ye stood on the central solid wood circular platform, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

"Come on, you decide how to cooperate."

Leng Shuyao nodded.

She stepped up the stairs and came to Wang Ye.

The distance between the two suddenly closed to less than half a meter.

Leng Shuyao could clearly sense the aura emanating from Wang Ye, as well as the faint scent of camellias.

That was Song Qingman's most frequently used perfume scent.

Leng Shuyao's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the measuring tape.

She calmed herself down and forced herself into a professional state.

"Please stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, take a deep breath, and maintain a natural standing posture."

Leng Shuyao stretched out her hands, pulled out the measuring tape, and began to measure Wang Ye's shoulder width.

She went around to Wang Ye's back.

Soft, slightly cool fingers gently rested on both sides of Wang Ye's broad shoulders, the fingertips precisely locating the acromion bone through the thin hooded sweatshirt.

"Shoulder width of 51 centimeters, a perfectly inverted triangle frame."

Leng Shuyao read the data aloud while recording it on the smart bracelet on her wrist.

Next is the bust size.

Leng Shuyao turned back to Wang Ye.

She raised her arms and wrapped her body around Wang Ye's tall waist, pulling the measuring tape around his broad, sturdy back.

This action brought the two so close they were almost touching.

Leng Shuyao's tall figure of 1.68 meters

She looked up, and her gaze inevitably met Wang Ye's deep eyes.

The man's gaze was intense and aggressive as he stared down at her.

Leng Shuyao's breath hitched for a moment.

"Bust measurement... 108 centimeters..."

Leng Shuyao's voice trembled slightly, and the temperature on her cheeks was rising rapidly.

Next are waist circumference, hip circumference, and arm length.

After measuring it all once.

Leng Shuyao took a half step back, looked down at the data recorded on her bracelet, and frowned deeply.

She bit her pink lower lip, her expression showing extreme inner turmoil and struggle.

As an extreme perfectionist and aesthetic fanatic, even the slightest error would drive her crazy.

Wang Ye raised an eyebrow as he looked at her conflicted expression.

"What's wrong, CEO? Have I lost my figure?"

Leng Shuyao raised her head, and the blush on her usually aloof and ethereal oval face had now spread all the way to the base of her fair ears.

She gripped the soft measuring tape tightly in her hand, her phoenix eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and determination.

Leng Shuyao bit her lip lightly, her voice as low as a mosquito's hum, yet every word was clear.

"Mr. Wang... your hoodie is made of too thick fabric..."

"The hooded part affected the precise positioning of the seventh cervical vertebra, and the pleats at the hem also caused a visual distortion of at least 1.5 centimeters in waist-to-hip ratio."

Leng Shuyao took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet Wang Ye's teasing gaze.

"To create a truly unique masterpiece that perfectly fits the bone structure..."

"Taking off clothes...makes the measurement more accurate."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Designer Leng, your rules are pretty hardcore."

"To what extent should you strip?"

Leng Shuyao's pretty face flushed completely red in an instant. She lowered her eyes in a panic, her voice barely audible.

"Take off your shirt...and change your pants...into thin, close-fitting shorts...or..."

Wang Ye did not hesitate for a moment.

"Alright, I, the chairman, am duty-bound to dedicate myself to art."

Wang Ye grabbed the hem of the hoodie with his backhand and swiftly and neatly lifted it up!

Wang Ye stood back in the center of the platform, hands on his hips.

A perfect physique, well-proportioned muscles, and eight-pack abs.

Leng Shuyao, standing opposite, froze on the spot.

Her clear eyes, hidden behind her non-prescription glasses, widened instantly.

As a chief fashion designer who has seen countless top international male models, she has never seen such a pure and perfect male physique in her life!

Leng Shuyao's throat tightened, and her fingers, gripping the measuring tape, trembled violently.

Wang Ye looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"Chief Leng, we can begin."

Leng Shuyao took a deep breath and walked shakily onto the platform.

This time, when she pulled out the measuring tape and reattached it to Wang Ye's body, the effect was completely different.

Without the barrier of clothing.

When Leng Shuyao's soft and slender fingers were determining the size, they inevitably touched Wang Ye's muscles directly.

It glides from the slender neck down to the broad shoulder blades.

When the measuring tape wrapped around Wang Ye's waist, Leng Shuyao almost fell into his arms.

boom! boom! boom!

Leng Shuyao's heart raced.

Wang Ye lowered his head, looking at the aloof designer in his arms, whose face was flushed red.

The aloof and unattainable beauty of the past has completely changed.

A fiery glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes.

He did not give Leng Shuyao another chance to record the data.

Wang Ye suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed Leng Shuyao's slender and soft nape!

Leng Shuyao's delicate body trembled violently, and a gasp escaped her lips: "Chairman Wang... ugh!"

Wang Ye lowered his head and kissed her forcefully!

Leng Shuyao's mind went completely blank!

The soft measuring tape in my hand fell to the floor with a thud.

Wang Ye used one arm to lift her up in his arms.

He strode across the platform and gently placed the aloof beauty in his arms onto the large, flat solid wood cutting table.

Scattered blueprints fluttered down.

The bamboo grove outside the studio window swayed in the wind, leaving behind a patchwork of dappled, cool shadows.

And amidst the sunlit canvas, the iceberg completely melted away.

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