Xiaoxi placed her hands on her hips, grinning at the large mirror on the side wall.
"Hahaha! Who says I can't look sexy? Look at this, even wearing this oversized bathrobe, I still look like a perfume ad model!"
She struck several strange poses: once raising her chin in an arrogant style, then suddenly grimacing while playing with the edge of her robe.
"But... hey, why is this so loose? What if I accidentally pull it the wrong way and oops... wow, that could be a new headline: 'Mysterious woman strips herself at Wei Yu Chen's house.'"
She laughed to herself at the thought, then threw herself onto Yu Chen's massive bed without a care. The loose white bathrobe became even more dishevelled, exposing one side of her shoulder so naturally.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open. Wei Yu Chen walked in with calm steps. His eyes immediately focused on the figure on the bed—Xiaoxi with wet hair, a fresh face, and the white bathrobe that looked too sensual precisely because it was oversized.
For a fleeting moment, the cold gaze in Yu Chen's eyes wavered. There was something he struggled to control.
Xiaoxi, noticing the stare, just offered a mischievous smirk.
"Hey, Top-Tier Gege, don't look at me like you want to eat me whole. I'm still wet, you know... wet hair, I mean!"
Yu Chen held his breath for a split second before slowly exhaling. He closed his eyes briefly, then sat on a chair near the bed with a poker face, as if nothing had happened. However, his fingers tapping the armrest betrayed the turmoil within him.
Xiaoxi only became more provocative. She approached him with a mock-seductive pose, then whispered dramatically:
"Is the rumour true? That Wei Yu Chen is actually... not normal? If he were normal, why wouldn't he get all hot and cold seeing me in a bathrobe?"
This time Yu Chen turned quickly, his sharp gaze making the air in the room tremble slightly.
"Xiao Hanis," he said coldly, "don't test my patience."
Instead of being scared, Xiaoxi chuckled.
"Hahaha! Oh my god, your expression is priceless. If I recorded it, it would definitely trend: 'Wei Yu Chen loses cool face because of a bathrobe!'"
Xiaoxi had just finished bathing, her body still wrapped in a white cotton Frette bathrobe that hung loosely over her shoulders. Her curly hair was wet, a few strands clinging to her temples, adding a fresh and natural impression. She stood in front of the mirror, chattering to herself while patting her cheeks.
"Hey... Xiaoxi, you look like a soap commercial star, you know? Just minus the dramatic soundtrack. Hahaha..." she mumbled, giggling.
The bedroom door creaked open. Wei Yu Chen walked in without much talk, his tall, sturdy body seeming to cut through the air. In his hand was a luxurious black leather tote bag with elegant details. He placed it casually on the vanity table, his voice flat.
"This is for you."
Xiaoxi turned with a startled expression. "Huh? What is it? Don't tell me it contains... stock documents? Or—oh! Don't say it's an employment contract to be your personal assistant, Ge! I'm not ready!"
Yu Chen only gave her a brief glance. "See for yourself."
With full drama, Xiaoxi dragged her feet to the table. Her hand slowly opened the tote bag's zipper. As soon as she saw the contents, she let out a small shriek.
"Aaaa, seriously?! Underwear?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide, her face a mix of shock and delight. Her fingers lifted a sheer, champagne-colored piece of lingerie from La Perla, its delicate lace falling with her movement, glittering faintly in the light. "Oh my God... this is so luxurious! And wait a minute, there's a Calvin Klein bra, there's a Victoria's Secret satin slip dress too! Wei Yu Chen... did you shop at the mall or just teleport to Paris, huh?!"
She spun briefly in place, her white bathrobe swaying playfully, like a child who had just received a birthday gift. However, a moment later, her expression turned suspicious. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pouted.
"Eh, wait a minute. How can the sizes fit me perfectly? Don't tell me you measured me with those eagle eyes of yours, did you? Or oh no! You put a surveillance device in the bathroom, didn't you?! Hey, Wei Yu Chen, if that's true, you're a big-time criminal!"
Her silly voice filled the room, making the atmosphere both absurd and warm.
Yu Chen, usually so cold, was caught off guard this time. He scratched his temple even though it wasn't itching, his face looking slightly stiff. He merely lowered his head slightly, without answering, then turned to leave the room.
"Hey! Don't run away yet!" Xiaoxi lifted the satin slip dress, waving it in the air. "If the size doesn't fit, you have to try it on first! Hahaha—imagine, Wei Yu Chen wearing lingerie, tomorrow's headline would be: "'Top-tier actor becomes international bra ambassador!'"
Xiaoxi burst into laughter at her own imagination, while Yu Chen hastened his steps out of the room, his shoulders tense but his ears seemingly red.
Once the door closed, Xiaoxi looked at the tote bag again, hugged it tightly, then smiled softly. Her voice dropped, quiet but pampered.
"Thank you, Yu Chen..."
After leaving the penthouse, Wei Yu Chen descended to the lobby with quick strides. That night he wore a slim-fit black shirt paired with a charcoal-gray long coat. His face was covered by a thin dark mask and a simple baseball cap, but the aura of a top-tier actor still couldn't be disguised.
Behind him, Jiang Fan scrambled to keep up. "Ge, we're going straight to the studio, right? The director is waiting..."
Yu Chen did not reply. He merely gave a brief nod, then turned in another direction, exiting the penthouse's large glass door. Directly across the street stood a magnificent building: Gloré Mall, the city's grandest shopping center, home to dozens of international brands. Neon lights reflected an elegant glow on the glass surface, creating a classy metropolitan atmosphere.
"We're... going to the mall?" Jiang Fan paused for a moment, his eyes widening. "That's unusual. Don't tell me Ge is looking for a limited-edition pair of sneakers? Or—wow! Maybe a new watch. Rolex? Patek Philippe?" His mind immediately drifted to the expensive items that usually attracted established men.
But Yu Chen still didn't speak, just stepping inside through the automatic doors. The distinctive scent of air conditioning mixed with high-end boutique perfumes immediately assailed them. The shiny white marble floor reflected the shadow of his tall, sturdy figure.
Jiang Fan snorted slightly as he walked behind. Strange. Usually, the manager handles the shopping. Why is he taking matters into his own hands now? Something must be up. Don't tell me Ge... secretly has a girlfriend?
Yu Chen's eyes swept over the rows of boutiques with a serious gaze. Chanel, Dior, Louis Vuitton, Balenciaga... his steps remained steady, but his gaze seemed to be searching for something. He walked straight toward the mall's right wing, past the luxury watch stores, until he finally stopped in front of an elegant boutique with large clear glass: La Perla.
Jiang Fan nearly choked on his own spit. He stared at the boutique sign, then at Yu Chen's back. His eyes blinked rapidly, his brain full of questions.
Huh?! La Perla? That's a premium women's underwear boutique! Ge... seriously? Don't tell me he's buying lingerie for himself? No, no, no... impossible. Or—could it be for... Xiao?
Jiang Fan slapped his own forehead. His face was flushed crimson, half wanting to laugh, half wanting to run away from the absurd reality.
Meanwhile, Yu Chen walked inside calmly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. The soft lamp light and ivory-hued boutique interior welcomed him. A boutique assistant greeted him with a polite smile, then guided him further inside.
Outside, Jiang Fan leaned his back against the wall, covering his face with his hoodie. Oh my God... if a paparazzi photographed this, tomorrow's headline would definitely be: "CEO X Dragon spotted going in and out of a lingerie boutique." The country's entertainment career would be in an uproar!
But curiosity was stronger than his logic. Cautiously, he peeked through the glass, trying to see what the man known as the cold "alpha" was doing.
And there, for the first time, Jiang Fan witnessed Wei Yu Chen. His gaze was focused, calm, and... without a doubt.
Inside the boutique, the crystal chandelier light reflected softly toward the display case. Hundreds of premium underwear pieces were neatly arranged—from basic styles to exclusive collections.
A boutique assistant approached with a friendly smile.
"Good evening, Sir. How may I help you?"
Yu Chen nodded briefly, his gaze sweeping the shelves with a serious look, as if judging the quality of a gemstone, not a piece of sheer fabric.
"I'm looking for a set of simple underwear... nothing too flashy. The material must be comfortable, soft, and... the size must fit well."
The assistant turned, awaiting more detailed instructions. Unconsciously, Yu Chen folded his arms across his chest, his face still expressionless, but in his mind, the image of Xiaoxi's slender body was revolving.
Hip circumference around 74... chest... more or less 38. Height 178 cm, weight only 55 kilos. Her proportions are slim, so size M should be the most appropriate. But she moves frantically all the time, so the material must be elastic and breathable.
The boutique assistant was nearly agape hearing those size details. It was rare for a man to mention a woman's or someone's body data so precisely, without looking at any notes.
Yu Chen then pointed to several options: premium cotton underwear with minimalist cuts, a neat set of slim-fit boxer-briefs, and several pieces of basic innerwear with elegant accents. All neutral colors: white, black, gray, and one dark blue.
"Get me all of these, size M." His voice was firm, without hesitation.
Outside, Jiang Fan, who was still peeking through the glass, almost burst out laughing, struggling to hold it in.
Ge is genuinely... his memory is like a human database. He even knows the exact hip circumference details!
Don't tell me... he's been secretly measuring Xiao with his eagle eyes every time they meet?! Oh my God, if that kid knew, she'd probably faint on the spot.