"How is it?"
He asked Meng Jingwei.
Meng Jingwei stood before him with her arms crossed, looking him up and down. She nodded with great satisfaction, "Not bad, my taste is really good."
"Are you sure it's not because I look good, hmm?"
The man looked at her, a faint smile curving his lips, his black and white eyes full of indulgence.
"Self-absorbed."
Although Qing Muye was indeed a walking clothes hanger, his self-absorption was truly exasperating.
"Hello, do you have any high-end men's professional wear here?"
Just then, a customer walked into the clothing store and told the sales assistant her needs.
The voice was quite familiar.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye subconsciously turned their heads towards the sound and saw Chu Xue standing in the store's lobby.
The two of them saw her, and she saw them both.
"Brother Muye?"
Chu Xue saw Qing Muye and walked towards him, asking in confusion, "Why are you here?"
"Don't be ridiculous. What else would I be doing here besides buying clothes?"
Thinking of the ambiguous relationship between Chu Xue and Qing Muye before, Meng Jingwei couldn't like her and couldn't help but retort.
Fortunately, Meng Jingwei always covered her tracks and specifically wore a miniature voice changer. Otherwise, her identity would likely be exposed at this moment.
"You..."
Chu Xue frowned, looking at the devilishly handsome and unrestrained man before her. He looked completely unfamiliar.
She had lived in Lancheng for many years but had never seen this person, nor did she know that Qing Muye had such a friend.
Chu Xue looked at Qing Muye and asked, "Brother Muye, is this... your friend?"
"If he wasn't a friend, would I bring him to buy clothes?"
Isn't that obvious?
Her questions were all pointless.
Qing Muye saw all of her displeasure.
Seeing his "little woman's" reaction, the man didn't think she was rash; instead, he felt a hint of jealousy, which inexplicably made him quite happy.
"Heh."
Feeling provoked by the dandyish man before her, Chu Xue chuckled and said politely, "Although I don't know your relationship with Brother Muye, you might not know that Brother Muye never buys clothes in such cheap clothing stores. All his clothes are personally designed by C Nation's top designer, Miler, and each piece is unique."
Although Armani followed a high-end route, it was far from Qing Muye's standards.
The sales assistant nearby finally understood after hearing Chu Xue's words.
No wonder they had seen that distinguished gentleman wearing expensive clothes earlier but saw no logos; it turned out they were all custom-made.
And they were even designed by Master Miler, C Nation's top designer.
Of course, this statement also made Meng Jingwei a little embarrassed.
She had just happened to come shopping today, dragging Qing Muye along because she had nothing to do. They had already chosen the high-end section of the mall, and she didn't expect Qing Muye's clothes to be all high-end, requiring personal design and creation by a designer.
For a moment, she didn't know how to retort.
"Don't listen to her. The clothes you picked are very comfortable and fit well. I like them very much."
How could Qing Muye let Meng Jingwei be at a disadvantage?
He immediately beckoned to the sales assistant and said, "I'll take this outfit. Get me a new set."
"This... Sir, I'm very sorry. This is the last piece of this outfit, and there's no stock left." The sales assistant stepped forward and said apologetically.
This time, Meng Jingwei was even more speechless.
Her small face drooped, and she said helplessly, "Forget it, since there's no new one, let's not take it."
"Exactly. How could the clothes Brother Muye buys be tried on by others?"
Chu Xue said coldly, her gaze occasionally scanning the silver-haired man. She felt like she had never seen him before, yet he felt inexplicably familiar.
Qing Muye indeed had a germophobia. For him to be willing to try on clothes that others had tried on was already a personal change.
But this outfit actually had no new stock.
Although he felt some resistance in his heart, seeing Meng Jingwei's disappointed expression, he couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
He immediately said, "It doesn't matter, we can just wash it when we get it back."
Meng Jingwei sighed, "Let's forget it. If there's no new one, we won't take it."
"It's okay. Whatever you pick for me, I like it, no matter what." He smiled gently, his eyes full of sunshine.
Chu Xue, who had been calm, widened her eyes in disbelief when she heard Qing Muye say this, her pupils practically shaking.
Looking at Qing Muye in utter surprise, then at the silver-haired young man, she clenched her bag tightly, her gaze darting back and forth between the two of them.
"Mu... Brother Muye, you, you guys..."
The amount of information was too much.
She clearly felt the specialness of Qing Muye towards this man.
Especially the look in his eyes, which was clearly the tender affection of someone deeply in love.
"What is your relationship?" Chu Xue stammered for a long time before finally asking.
This time, before Qing Muye could speak, Meng Jingwei raised her hand, stood on tiptoe, hugged Qing Muye's neck, lifted her chin proudly, and said to Chu Xue, "Miss, is your eyesight bad? You can't even tell my relationship with him, and you think you know him so well?"
Her proud and smug demeanor was captured by Qing Muye. His handsome face couldn't help but beam with smiles, and his entire being shed its coldness, becoming as warm and gentle as the March sun, approachable and tender.
This was the Qing Muye that Chu Xue had never seen before.
Her mind was in a mess, and she gritted her teeth in anger. "Brother Muye, you... you like Meng Jingwei, don't you? How can you... be with a man? No, it's impossible. How could you like a man? Absolutely impossible."
Chu Xue shook her head repeatedly, her beautiful eyes full of loss and despair.
If Qing Muye liked Meng Jingwei, she, as a woman, could still fight for it. But if Qing Muye had orientation issues and liked a man.
Then...
She had no chance at all!
As if by chance, Meng Jingwei also thought of this. He suddenly wondered if Chu Xue would give up and stay away from Qing Muye in the future if she mistakenly believed that Qing Muye liked men.
With this thought, he didn't care what Qing Muye thought.
He put one arm around his shoulders, raised the other slightly, pinched Qing Muye's cheeks, and pulled him towards her, forcing him to face her.
Then, the little woman didn't even look at Qing Muye's eyes. She leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips.
The kiss was like a dragonfly skimming the water.
After finishing, she looked at Chu Xue, "Is this not clear enough?"
"Holy crap!"
"OMG, am I seeing things? I just saw that man kiss this man."
"Handsome, so handsome. This is like a double male lead in a BL novel."
"So handsome I'm bleeding."
"Truly perverse, men being together like this is an insult to decency."
...
The few sales assistants standing there saw the devilishly handsome man with silver-gray hair dominantly kiss the cold CEO in his arms, and there was another commotion.