I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

Could it be that this auntie likes young, pretty boys?

Chapter 347 Help! It's you?

After hanging up Yang Changshuo's call, Chen Ya immediately contacted Gu Yuqing.

In the days leading up to this, as the development of "Original Demon Project" progressed smoothly, he was so busy that he didn't even have time to think about Lu Ai'ai's affairs.

It wasn't that his heart was as cold as cola; Lu Ai'ai's resolute decision to break off their friendship also touched him.

She still had her house key hanging around her neck; she hadn't returned it yet.

However, before he could properly say goodbye, the pressure from the game development team overwhelmed him like a landslide.

The game development was already a large undertaking with a tight timeline, and his insistence on not working the 996 work schedule made the project extremely demanding and created a lot of scheduling pressure.

Game development is not something that can be formed on a whim; nor is it something that will definitely be developed according to the developer's personal will.

The entire game development process is quite in line with industrial science, and the larger the game, the more it conforms to this rule.

Even the top domestic game companies don't dare to easily get involved in this type of game.

If they heard Chen Ya's plan, they'd probably burst out laughing.

Simply put, game development requires technical accumulation. Without a well-coordinated team and standardized industrial processes, developing such a game would take an unknown amount of time.

Moreover, the company's financial situation isn't very good either.

In the eyes of industry insiders, Chen Ya's ability to do such a thing means he is either a complete novice or a gambler.

After spending several days working tirelessly to finish a phase of work, Chen Ya finally had some free time and started thinking about something else.

It's been a long time since I've been in touch with Yang Changshuo at Peking University, and I wonder how things are going in the lab.

For him, developing games was just a means to accumulate his first pot of gold; the real and arduous task was scientific research.

After receiving Yang Changshuo's call, Chen Ya called Gu Yuqing.

"Hello." A woman's languid voice came from the other end of the phone, as if she had just woken up.

Today isn't a workday, so she must have had a good night's sleep last night.

"I need your help with something," Chen Ya said.

Gu Yuqing's nonchalant voice came from the other end: "How will the payment be calculated?"

"You're asking about payment before even hearing what it's about?"

Even close brothers need to keep clear accounts, let alone us who are husband and wife.

Gu Yuqing's voice was languid, and Chen Ya inexplicably felt like he was being teased by a commoner.

He decided to ignore Gu Yuqing's words and get straight to the point: "Simply put, I want to choose an outfit that I can wear in casual settings, but that will make me look less like a working-class guy."

Gu Yuqing was clearly getting excited: "I've always thought your fashion sense was terrible. Fine, fine, I'll pick something for you. Where are you?"

"..."

Actually, Chen Ya thinks his fashion sense is alright. The main problem is he doesn't have many outfits.

When I first started out, I was working as a composer at an entertainment company. The royal blue suit I wore when I first met Jiang Xinhai was my first suit and the only one of its kind in that company.

It wasn't custom-made, it didn't fit, and it was too hot to wear. He went to meet Jiang Xinhai for the first time with his back dripping with sweat and his trouser legs wrinkled.

Later, as his status rose, he didn't put much effort into his clothing and appearance, leaving everything to his assistant.

Now, he's adrift in the capital, and his wardrobe is inexplicably full; he doesn't have many of his old clothes.

If the assistant were still around, how could she have received a "poor taste in clothes" evaluation from Gu Yuqing?

In fact, as a daughter of a wealthy family, Gu Yuqing's standards are much higher than those of ordinary people.

The elite circles have their own system for evaluating fashion sense, and even superstars are subject to their critique; it's not an area that can be easily accessed.

Chen Ya met Gu Yuqing by car, and Gu Yuqing immediately took over driving, taking him directly to her usual shopping destination.

The clothing store that Gu Yuqing brought Chen Ya to was just like the club she took him to last time; it was hidden away in the mountains, its location unknown to most.

This place was also in the bustling city center. Chen Ya had even passed by here before, but never stopped; it just looked very familiar. These shops seemed to be protected by a magical barrier, visible only to wizards, not Muggles. Chen Ya was a Muggle.

Gu Yuqing's high heels clicked as she led Chen Ya through several shops, stuffing a bunch of clothes into his hands and explaining how to match them and how to dress appropriately.

After Chen Ya had carried three bags, she finally spoke up, saying, "Now you have the most basic items. You can start choosing more items now."

"So it hasn't started yet?" Chen Ya said, then quickly added, "Actually, this time I wanted to pick some clothes that... would cater to the preferences of middle-aged and elderly women, uh, and also show off a bit of masculinity."

Gu Yuqing frowned and said irritably, "What? You've hooked up with a rich woman?"

"no……"

"Isn't this just pointless? Are there rich women with better conditions than me?" Gu Yuqing tossed her hair, "and they're 'middle-aged women' at that."

“Yes, that’s why I would go to such lengths to find a rich woman,” Chen Ya said immediately. “It’s because of work that I need to meet an older woman today and I want to make a good impression on her.”

Gu Yuqing looked at his face, then reached out to his chest and, like a devoted wife and mother, straightened his collar.

"There's no need to make such a big fuss about it. You're naturally very manly."

Her words sounded a bit ambiguous, and her behavior was also ambiguous, making people's hearts itch with desire.

But Chen Ya knew that if he were to fall for the trick and make a move, he would surely suffer a terrible fate.

After tidying up, Gu Yuqing reached out and lightly patted his chest, saying, "Who is the other party? I'll tailor my outfit to suit you based on who you are."

Time seemed to start flowing again, and Chen Ya relaxed a bit and said, "The other party is an academic bigwig, the head of the laboratory, female, and very influential at Peking University."

Gu Yuqing rested her chin on her hand and nodded, saying, "Since you're going down an academic path, you probably need to be more dignified. How about I get you a pair of non-prescription glasses?"

Chen Ya smiled wryly: "I have no objection. But an acquaintance specifically told me that it would be best to show some masculinity."

Gu Yuqing frowned: "Could it be that the other person is a very repressed pervert?"

"It's not impossible."

"Let's tentatively call her a repressed old woman," Gu Yuqing said. "Speaking of which, how old is she exactly? You know, there's a big difference between forty and fifty."

“I don’t know either, my acquaintance didn’t tell me his age,” Chen Ya said. “However, I can say with certainty that someone who can lead a laboratory must be at least 30 years old or older.”

Gu Yuqing thought for a moment and said, "Thank goodness I asked that question. What if the other person was only 30 years old?"

"Isn't 30 years old also considered middle-aged or elderly?"

“…Let’s see what you say when you’re 30.” Gu Yuqing’s brow twitched. “I won’t ask you why you want to meet academic talents, but I must remind you of one thing: when you meet them, call them ‘sister’!”

"why?"

Gu Yuqing looked incredulous: "Do you even need to ask why? A woman's age is as unfathomable as deep space. Just call her younger!"

"Oh, okay, sis."

Gu Yuqing pinched his waist hard: "I didn't tell you to call me 'sister'!"

"Got it, ma'am."

……

Yan Yiting held Lu Aiai's hand tightly, as if afraid she would run away, and wished she could handcuff her.

Her eyes were sharp; she checked every three seconds to see if Lu Aiai was beside her, afraid that she would run away while she was looking at clothes.

It's just taking a pretty girl out to buy clothes. There's no need to make such a fuss. People aren't plants or trees. Pretty girls need to wear clothes too. Going shopping is perfectly normal.

But if this beautiful girl is Lu Ai'ai, then anything can happen. You know, she's capable of anything.

Lu Aiai had already frowned twice, expressing that she felt wearing work clothes was enough. She had no doubt that she would let go of the work uniform.

Although Yan Yiting believed that with Lu Aiai's looks, any man could be easily won over, this was a matter of politeness—

Old Yang already said he told the boy to dress appropriately. If Lu Aiai still went there in a white coat, it would be too impolite.

"Look at how old you are! Only high school students wear these jeans. Why don't you buy a couple of new pairs?"

"After high school, puberty is over, so there's no issue of not being able to fit into them."

"It's not a question of whether it fits or not..."

As the two were struggling, Lu Aiai suddenly snapped to attention, grabbed Yan Yiting's hand, and pulled her to the corner with great force.

"What's wrong?!" Yan Yiting exclaimed in surprise.

Looking at Lu Ai'ai's expression, it was as if she had seen something extraordinary. Countless emotions were intertwined in her eyes, seemingly weaving a thick fog.

“It’s him,” Lu Aiai said, her lips trembling.

"Who?"

"he."

Lu Ai'ai's throat was dry, and she managed to squeeze out a single word.

Yan Yiting immediately understood.

"It's the one you used to like..."

Lu Aiai covered Yan Yiting's mouth, not wanting her to continue speaking.

The two of them were on a bustling commercial street, amidst the noise and bustle, but she still spotted him at a glance.

That was undoubtedly Chen Ya, carrying large and small bags, with the woman in red beside him; they looked perfectly matched.

Lu Ai'ai's heart ached fiercely again, as if it were convulsing.

Being dragged out shopping by Yan Yiting was boring, but it was still better than being alone: ​​at least she thought of Chen Ya much less often than when she was lost in thought by herself.

Even her wounded heart seemed to be gradually healing.

But what she didn't expect was that this unexpected encounter would reopen a wound in her heart, which had just begun to heal, and cause her even more pain than before.

This was simply because she discovered a fact: without her own Chen Ya, it seemed there was nothing extraordinary, and she was just living a happy life.

Strolling freely in the streets, accompanied by beautiful women.

He was naturally unaware of the suffering he was experiencing in some corner of the world, and naturally felt no pain whatsoever. Because he was so happy.

These thoughts made Lu Aiai feel like her mind was being controlled by a demon, and she was so... jealous.

Yan Yiting peeked out and looked in the direction they had come from, then whispered, "Which one is him? Point him out to me."

She didn't necessarily want to cause trouble for Lu Aiai; she was just really curious about who could have made Lu Aiai, who was so engrossed in scientific research, so infatuated.

"40 meters ahead, below the English word 'Jimos,' the person in the dark green overalls." Lu Aiai leaned against the corner of the wall, not looking back at all, and accurately stated Chen Ya's location as if she were reporting a point.

"The one with an amazingly beautiful woman by her side?" Yan Yiting asked in surprise.

“Yes,” Lu Aiai said, “that’s his girlfriend.”

Yan Yiting swallowed hard. The other person actually had a girlfriend. She almost blurted out, "Do you want to be a mistress?"

As expected of Lu Ai'ai, she always manages to do things that far exceed people's imagination.

The man's figure kept moving among the pillars and the crowd, and soon disappeared behind the clothes rack. His appearance was so obscured that Yan Yiting only caught a fleeting glimpse and didn't get a clear look at him.

However, the stunningly beautiful girlfriend stood there with her arms crossed, seemingly surrounded by a barrier. People would disperse whenever they encountered her.

After carefully examining and slowly evaluating the situation, Yan Yiting began to understand why someone with Lu Aiai's level of beauty could lose.

She suddenly turned around and hugged Lu Aiai's shoulders.

"Ai'ai, you need to be more assertive!"

"??"

"Look, her fashion sense and figure are so much better than yours, but your looks are just as good! Fashion sense and figure can be improved through hard work!"

Lu Aiai shrugged: "It doesn't matter. I don't care about my relationship with him anymore. There's no need to compare it."

Yan Yiting looked at him with exasperation: "Don't be so nonchalant! Think about it, what's the root of your suffering?"

"The root of suffering..."

Lu Aiai's gaze suddenly became distant. She had never thought about this question before, but upon closer examination, she suddenly felt that it was a very intriguing topic.

"It's because you're unwilling to accept it!" Yan Yiting's words pulled Lu Aiai back to reality. "That person didn't choose you, which makes you feel that your value has been denied and belittled, and that you feel inferior to others. That's why you feel so bad!"

Is that so?

“That’s it,” Yan Yiting said. “I’m having you dress up not to please others, but to help you develop yourself into an outstanding individual from every angle, so you can accept yourself. That way, your mindset will be different!”