After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Lin Yuan picked up his phone and scrambled into the passenger seat. Touching the leather seat, he was as excited as a fool.

The V8 engine roared. Half an hour later, the Panamera smoothly entered the VIP basement of Kyoto's most prestigious shopping mall, Hiroshima Department Store.

The elevator goes directly to the atrium on the first floor.

Zhu Xun Chuan, carrying Lin Yuan whose legs were cramping, headed straight for the Brunello Cucinelli menswear counter.

This brand is known as the king of cashmere. Its clothing features no prominent logos, emphasizing an old-money style and exquisite quality. Even a simple cashmere sweater starts at five figures.

Stepping into the store, a faint, sophisticated woody fragrance wafts through the air.

Store manager Su Man approached, her black stilettos clicking. She wore an extremely fitted dark gray suit skirt, the hem barely covering a third of her thighs. Her legs, encased in sheer black stockings, were long and straight. The white silk blouse she wore underneath was taut, revealing a breathtaking curve to her chest.

Su Man had a sharp eye. At first glance, she thought Zhu Xun Chuan was a student who had wandered into the wrong room because of his white T-shirt. But her gaze swept downwards and landed on the twelve million yuan Patek Philippe Nautilus on Zhu Xun Chuan's wrist. Her pupils suddenly contracted.

Then look at Zhu Xun Chuan's relaxed demeanor, as if even Mount Tai were collapsing before him. Truly a super-rich man. As for Lin Yuan beside him, who can't even walk properly, he's just a pure follower.

"Good morning, sir. Is there a familiar salesperson available to assist you?" Su Man asked with a sweet smile and a charming voice honed through professional training.

"This is my first time here. I'll just pick a couple of outfits for the changing season." Zhu Xun Chuan walked to the rest area and sat down on the leather sofa.

Lin Yuan's buttocks were half-suspended against the edge of the sofa, and he dared not look at the clothes that had no price tags.

Su Man turned to pour tea. She returned with the bone china teacup, bent down to hand it to her. She had done this countless times, and her technique was extremely precise.

Her upper body was lowered, the collar of her silk shirt drooping naturally. Two rounded, snow-white and black lace edges directly entered Zhu Xun Chuan's vision. A hint of Bulgari Darjeeling Tea perfume wafted in the air, mixed with the mature scent of a woman, incredibly alluring.

"Sir, please have some tea." Su Man's eyes sparkled, her eyelashes fluttered gently, and her gaze was so intense it seemed to stretch out silk threads.

Zhu Xun Chuan took the teacup, his index finger inadvertently brushing against her cold fingertips. Su Man's fingers trembled slightly, her legs went weak, and instead of dodging, she took the opportunity to gently rub against the back of Zhu Xun Chuan's hand.

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled up, and without saying a word, he pointed to the display shelf.

"That lambskin jacket, that smoky gray turtleneck cashmere sweater, and those navy blue casual pants next to it. Try them on in my size."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Su Man immediately went to get the clothes and led Zhu Xun Chuan into the spacious VIP fitting room. She didn't leave but followed him in directly.

The fitting room door closed.

Zhu Xun Chuan took off his old T-shirt, revealing well-defined abs and a broad, firm chest. Male hormones instantly filled the enclosed space.

Su Man stood to the side, her eyes suddenly burning with emotion, her breathing completely out of control. She had seen countless wealthy bald old men and obese rich second-generation heirs, but she had never seen a young man like this before, who possessed both incredible wealth and outstanding good looks.

She walked over with the smoky gray cashmere sweater in her hand, stood on tiptoe, and gently helped Zhu Xun Chuan put it on.

They were too close. Su Man's full breasts were almost pressed against Zhu Xun Chuan's chest. She could even feel Zhu Xun Chuan's strong heartbeat.

"Sir, you have a great physique. You must go to the gym often, right?" Su Man straightened his collar, her slender white fingers intentionally or unintentionally tracing Zhu Xun Chuan's Adam's apple.

Zhu Xun Chuan lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the deep cleavage. "Not bad. Do you usually dress your clients this intimately?"

Su Man's cheeks flushed, and she tilted her head back, her breath sweet as orchids: "How could that be? I only provide the highest-level VIP service. This dress is like it was made for you, absolutely stunning."

After changing into his complete outfit, Zhu Xun Chuan pushed open the fitting room door and walked out.

Lin Yuan was holding a glass of water when he looked up and was completely dumbfounded. The glass of water stopped in mid-air.

The deep space gray lambskin jacket has an unparalleled texture, and the smoky gray turtleneck cashmere sweater underneath accentuates his broad shoulders and narrow waist to the extreme. There isn't a single exaggerated logo, yet it exudes an expensive and understated aura that's almost intimidating.

The male college student with the two-hundred-yuan outfit had completely vanished. Standing before him was a cynical and irresponsible young master from Beijing's elite circles, a man who had amassed wealth through three generations.

"Brother Chuan..." Lin Yuan swallowed hard. "If you told me you were the illegitimate son of some multi-billionaire, I'd believe you. Your aura is insane."

Su Man came out. She was holding a specially made calfskin belt in her hand.

She walked directly to Zhu Xun Chuan and knelt on one knee on the carpet. She wrapped her arms around Zhu Xun Chuan's waist and threaded her belt through the buckle of his trousers.

In this position, her face was tilted back, and due to the pulling motion, her neckline was opened even wider. That sliver of snow-white skin was displayed without reservation right under Zhu Xun Chuan's nose.

"Sir, your presence has brought our season's main design to life." Su Man's voice was soft and sweet, and as she fastened her belt buckle, she deliberately pressed lightly twice on Zhu Xun Chuan's taut abdomen.

"Wrap up these three outfits, plus those two pairs of leather shoes," Zhu Xun Chuan said, looking down at her.

"Okay!" Su Man's voice rose eight octaves with excitement.

They arrived at the cashier. Su Man printed out a long receipt.

Lin Yuan leaned closer and glanced at the numbers at the bottom: ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.

786,000.

Lin Yuan's legs went weak, and he clung tightly to the edge of the cashier counter to avoid slipping to the ground. Buying a few seasonal clothes had wiped out a down payment on a house!

Zhu Xun Chuan's expression remained unchanged. He pulled out a plain black bank card from his wallet, which looked unremarkable.

He held the card between his index and middle fingers and casually pushed it over.

"No password, swipe."

Su Man took the black card with both hands, her fingers greedily rubbing the edge of the card.

She swiped her card with her head down, then quietly pulled a business card with a strong fragrance from her suit pocket and handed it back to Zhu Xunchuan along with the POS receipt.

On the back of the business card, a WeChat ID and a sentence were written in bright red lipstick: "Looking forward to providing you with more in-depth personalized in-home measurement services."