It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

Phillips muttered a question.

"It's not us, it's you. I would rather die than wear women's clothes..." Li Cheng thought to himself, then smiled and nodded affirmatively, "It's not us who are wrong, it's the world!"

These words seemed to sway Phillips. In an instant, her eyes gradually changed, and wisps of light emerged from them... one, two, until they became completely bright and dazzling, proof that she had finally established her belief in being a cross-dresser.

Just as the great warrior, Cheshire Warzenger, realized the truth that "it's impossible to work" while in prison, Phillips also seems to have realized the belief that "being a cross-dresser is not my fault, it's the world's fault" from Li Cheng's nonsense.

"Master, I understand now."

A ray of warm, bright sunlight fell on Phillips' face, and a crystal tear rolled down his cheek. It turned out that the brilliance he had just witnessed came from the reflection of light—it was scientifically accurate.

Noticing this, she first wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve. Then, to Li Cheng's surprise, Phillips suddenly stretched out his long arms and looked at him expectantly, as if hoping to get a hug.

This gesture resembles a young girl playfully asking her boyfriend for a hug, but at this moment, she is simply experiencing intense emotional turmoil and wants to hug any acquaintance, such as a friend, parent, or other familiar person.

...?

Li Cheng had mixed feelings. Although this was a sign that he had successfully used the topic of cross-dressing to get closer to the other person, to be honest, he really didn't want to have any physical contact with cross-dressers.

Should I hug him or not?

If I hug it, I always feel like I've lost something important.

But if they don't take that approach, all their previous efforts will be wasted. Not only will they lose the opportunity to leverage the power of the Parisian natives, but they may also face retaliation from an enraged Phillips for revealing their inconsistency between words and actions.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, Li Cheng suppressed his inner resistance, squatted down, gritted his teeth, and leaned over to embrace the soft body. While gently patting the woman's rounded shoulders, which were indistinguishable from a woman's, he whispered in Phillips' ear:

"Don't worry, you're not alone."

"For example, I can help you design women's clothing..."

Chapter 270 Two Sisters Cannot Be Separated by One Mountain

Golden strands of hair lightly brushed against her face, and a faint scent of perfume filled the air around her nose. One of them playfully teased her sense of touch, making her nose itch, while the other diligently stimulated her sense of smell, triggering the release of dopamine in her cerebral cortex.

Life is tough, and pure love is a source of sighs.

After sacrificing his looks to give the cross-dresser a hug, Li Cheng sighed inwardly.

If he were unaware of his girlfriend's presence, and could embrace Phillips—a cross-dresser who looks, smells, and feels like a young girl—perhaps he wouldn't have so many worries. On the contrary, for someone who's been thousands of kilometers away from his girlfriend, it might even be a reward?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." Li Cheng now only feels like he's lost out big time, having been tricked into a hug by a cross-dresser... Speaking of which, why won't he let go? I'm almost at my limit.

Phillips didn't seem to have any intention of letting go. Li Cheng glanced to the right out of the corner of his eye but couldn't see the cross-dresser's expression. However, he didn't want to be able to count how many eyelashes the cross-dresser had at such close range. That was a privilege only a real girl could enjoy.

In conclusion, Li Cheng had no choice but to unilaterally end the embrace.

"Absolutely brilliant, Master."

After the hug, Phillips immediately clapped excitedly at Li Cheng, while giving him a look of admiration and worship, as if the hug was due to Li Cheng's outstanding speech.

At the same time, it seemed that during the brief moment of the hug, Phillips took the opportunity to tidy up his facial expression and return to his previous state.

She continued her praise with an admiring look, "If your words could be published in the newspapers, you might gain a group of admirers—and then I might be your first fan."

"I'd rather not publish in the newspaper, but I can sign an autograph for my first fan." Li Cheng subtly sized up the other person, thinking that although it wasn't obvious now, his earlier sociological remarks about cross-dressing should be somewhat useful.

"Really?" Phillips seemed very expectant.

"It really can."

As Li Cheng spoke, he turned around, pulled a piece of white paper from his desk, and wrote a short line on it with a quill pen.

[Presented to Miss Phillips by Orenki Lee.]

But a large sheet of white paper with only one line of text is rather monotonous, and to be fair, his handwriting isn't particularly good either, not enough to take center stage on the entire sheet of white paper.

After a moment of contemplation, Li Cheng picked up his pen and added a bitten apple to the side... Hehehe, let my fruit company register this classic trademark four centuries ahead of schedule! I'm a shameless trademark squatter!

After finishing this task, Li Chengzhi proudly handed Phillips a piece of white paper with his signature and trademark on it.

"Oh, oh, oh! The master's signature."

Phillips exclaimed in surprise at first, but after carefully examining the signature, she pointed a finger at the bitten apple with a puzzled look: "What is this?"

"My own logo, to prevent others from impersonating me."

Li Cheng casually explained, while secretly adding to himself, 'Sure enough, this way they won't care about my handwriting.'

"I see, I see—no wonder he's a master, even a simple apple can be designed with such beauty."

Phillips showered him with compliments.

"Hehe, it's alright..."

Li Cheng, however, was not really appreciating this flattery, because he was just a shameless trademark squatter, and this half-eaten apple was purely for reference.

After filming this less-than-successful attempt at flattery, Phillips showed a very obvious look of disappointment.

Li Cheng asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's a pity I have to take my leave today," Phillips said regretfully. "Although I would like to have another chat with you, Master, it's almost time for me to meet with my brother. I'll get in trouble if I'm late."

“Miss Phillips has very strict family discipline,” Li Cheng said casually.

Although he had just successfully increased his friendliness by using "The Sociology of Crossdressing" and a hug that involved selling his body, Li Cheng was not in a hurry to find out who Phillips' brother was.

"Yes, my brother has a habit of making rules."

Phillips initially agreed, but then changed the subject, saying, "I wish the master's views were so enlightened; I wish he were my brother."

No way! If I had a sissy brother like that, I'd probably die on the banks of the Rhine.

Li Cheng was sweating profusely and quickly cut off her strange assumption, saying, "Hehe, actually I already have a younger sister. I can introduce her to you sometime in the future."

As the saying goes, one brother cannot have two sisters, unless one is real and the other is fake... Speaking of which, can Louise really be considered my sister? Forget introducing her to others, she'd probably avoid me like the plague, right?

Unless Anderson is also concerned about his image in front of his daughter and doesn't want Louise to know what happened to him, and deliberately hides it... Haha, that's unlikely, that would be too stupid.

Li Cheng's mind wandered.

"Hey, has someone already beaten them to it?"

Phillips sighed with regret after hearing this, "What a pity, I can't be the master's sister."

Envious? If you are, remember to be kidnapped first, then pay the ransom, and finally have your family's main business destroyed by a bunch of cheaters who appeared out of nowhere... Li Cheng cursed inwardly, then hypocritically agreed, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

......

When Phillips left the courtyard satisfied and met the long-awaited butler West, it had been more than an hour since he had entered.

The butler began, "Young Master, shall we proceed to..."

“West,” Phillips said, pressing a finger to the butler’s lips with a smile as he interrupted, “I’ve reminded you several times that you should call me ‘Miss’ when I’m dressed like this, even if there’s no one else around.”

"Don't forget next time, it will be very troubling if someone hears it."

I'm very sorry.

The old butler quickly corrected the mistake before saying, "Miss, it's time to see your brother again."

Upon hearing the word "brother," Phillips' expression instantly calmed down considerably, but he quickly regained his composure and nodded, saying, "Yes, it's time to go see my brother."

But after saying that, Phillips suddenly noticed something and looked across the street, saying, "Why is that villa over there so lively?"

Opposite to Li Cheng's courtyard, the villa's gate was wide open, with countless helpers and servants coming and going, creating a bustling scene that seemed unlike any other day.

"Forehead."

Although he didn't understand why his young mistress was suddenly so concerned about a villa on the street, the old butler observed it for a while and then replied, "It must be that a new owner has moved in. Many of the servants coming in and out are carrying brand new furniture."

Then, the old butler added, "And judging from the style of the new furniture, the owner of the villa must be British, or someone who likes the English style."

Chapter 271 The attributes of crime have increased again

"It's gone."

The sound of horses' hooves and wheels could be heard outside the courtyard. Li Cheng, who was left in the room, sniffed and found that there was still a faint scent of tulips in the air, the lingering fragrance of Phillips' perfume.

Realizing this, his lips twitched, and he immediately walked to the window and opened it as wide as possible to maximize air circulation, while also quickly leaving the small house that still reeked of effeminate behavior.

I can't stand this male-only room for even a second longer.

Li Cheng was about to go out for a stroll to clear his head when he ran into Mrs. Hudson, who was there to deliver lunch. He then realized that it was already dinner time.

"Mr. Orenki, this is today's lunch."

Mrs. Osel wore an elegant purple dress, her hair tied up with a long ribbon of the same color, and she carried a thick lunchbox in her hand—even though she didn't need to go out much and spent most of her time at home, Hudson still took great care of her appearance, maintaining an almost ritualistic attitude.

Thank you.

Li Cheng simply thanked this ordinary scene.

But just as he reached out his hands to take the lunchbox, Mrs. Hudson suddenly sniffed and asked in surprise, "Strange, why does it smell like women's perfume?"

? !

Li Cheng was startled, then raised his arm and sniffed it, pretending to be nonchalant, saying, "Really? It's probably because the customer who ordered the clothes sprayed too much perfume, and I accidentally got a little on myself."

Because of the excessive physical contact with the cross-dresser, including falling and hugging, Li Cheng inevitably picked up the scent of Phillips' perfume. Although he himself didn't notice it, the observant Mrs. Hudson did.

"is it?"

Mrs. Hudson, being a woman, gave him a meaningful look and chuckled softly, covering her mouth, "Then this person must be a big client."

Damn it, what are you laughing at?! Do you think I want to hug a cross-dresser? I'm just forced into this by life! If you laugh again, believe me, I'll introduce you to a female ketoacid tenant! Double rent, but she has to sleep with me!

Li Cheng was annoyed by Mrs. Hudson's gossipy and knowing expression, so he casually changed the subject, saying, "Mrs. Hudson, the villa across the street seems to be quite lively. Do you know what's going on?"

"Mrs. Osel said that a wealthy man has moved in."

Hudson was swayed by the change of topic, seemingly lost in a fascination with the wealthy: "You mean a villa like this must cost at least a thousand éricu a year to rent? A whole thousand éricu..."

She couldn't help but imagine that scene, and while looking forward to it, she exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "If I had that much income in a year, I could afford to spray perfume in tulip-shaped glass bottles from Grasse, right?"

You managed to steer the conversation back to perfume? You're ruthless...

Li Cheng glanced at her, chuckled, and said, "I have a suggestion. Mrs. Hudson might as well visit you as a neighbor and take the opportunity to show off your excellent qualities—who knows, the wealthy gentleman who rented the villa might fall for you and become in love with you..."

The intention was to mock the older, unmarried woman, but Mrs. Hudson was pleasantly surprised and exclaimed, "Oh, that's a really good idea! Why didn't I think of that before?"

???

Li Cheng paused for two seconds, then said, "Uh... well, I wish you all the best?"

Thank you for your blessings.