The cheongsam-clad hostess followed Su Chen’s gaze and saw Yan Ruyue standing beside him, as naturally beautiful as a lotus emerging from clear water, unadorned by any artificial decoration, yet wearing coarse, simple clothing.
The hostess immediately understood and subtly assessed Su Chen’s attire and aura, quickly forming a precise idea of his spending capacity in her mind.
This was exactly why professionally trained hostesses stood out. They never asked crude questions like “What’s your budget?”—those only came up in cliché scenes where a Destiny-Fated Supreme Villain protagonist showed up wearing a white tank top and slippers. Instead, they relied on experience and intuition to judge based on appearance and temperament.
Such service made customers feel truly welcomed and at ease.
After all, everyone knew how expensive this place was—ordinary people wouldn’t come here casually.
“Please, come with me.” The hostess smiled lightly and gracefully twisted her waist as she led the two toward the elevator. Soon, they were taken to the fifth floor’s fashion section.
Here, almost all the clothes had price tags in the tens of thousands. High-end brands like Armani, Versace, and Givenchy dazzled the eyes. While riding the elevator, Su Chen reviewed the Outfit Master ability granted by the system.
With this skill, he could easily identify the authenticity and cost-effectiveness of luxury clothing. He also gained advanced knowledge of lipsticks, perfumes, and various cosmetic luxury goods.
But the most important part of the ability—he could match the perfect outfit for anyone based on their body shape, appearance, age, gender, and the occasion. Just having this ability was enough for any ordinary person to rise in the fashion industry.
However, Su Chen’s first thought wasn’t about dominating the industry—it was about buying a few different outfits for Bai Gucheng.
A beauty like her was the perfect walking clothes hanger. She would look stunning in anything. While Su Chen was also thinking about maybe picking a few clothes for Bai Zihang and the patriarch of the Bai family, they had already arrived in front of a boutique on the fifth floor.
After greeting Su Chen, the hostess gracefully left.
Su Chen looked at the boutique’s odd, phonetic-style name and hadn’t even processed it yet when a greasy man came out of the store.
He wore a pink shirt with a green tie and had a slicked-back pompadour.
“Yo, little handsome guy here to buy clothes?”
Su Chen was stunned by this man’s eccentric appearance.
Was it because he hadn’t seen enough of the world, or was this shop owner’s fashion sense just too ahead of its time?
“Ahem… hello, I’m here to pick out some clothes for her.”
Hearing that, the bizarre fashion shop owner immediately became enthusiastic and began chattering away.
“Oh wow, customer, you’ve got an eye for quality! Don’t let the other shops on this floor fool you—their brands might sound impressive, but the quality of their clothes doesn’t match ours!”
Su Chen nodded noncommittally. When it came to big-name brands, he still trusted more widely recognized names.
“Most of our clothes are designed by the world-renowned fashion master Duzhe·Feichang and are handmade by master tailors. You probably didn’t know that, right?”
“Oh?”
Su Chen’s interest was piqued.
In his previous life, he had heard about famous foreign brands that only produced a few hundred pieces a year—clothing, boots, belts, rugs—all handmade by masters. The value of such craftsmanship went without saying. It was said that buyers had to reserve them years in advance. Even with sky-high prices, handmade luxury items were always in short supply.
Seeing Su Chen intrigued, the shop owner grinned and pushed up his pompadour, thinking the gesture was suave, though to Su Chen and Yan Ruyue, it looked comically ridiculous. Su Chen’s inner thoughts made Yan Ruyue chuckle.
“Why is being with this guy so much fun?” Yan Ruyue wondered secretly. Now that she knew the truth and no longer worked for anyone, her heart finally relaxed. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in over a decade.
“You can call me Boss Tony. Please, follow me.” The fashionista, Tony, led the two into the store. Inside were various kinds of clothing that Yan Ruyue didn’t understand, but to Su Chen, it was a completely different story.
[Whoa! This is actually a handmade wool sweater! This material, this design—tch tch tch!]
[Whoa! And this denim mini skirt—what the hell is this price tag? Are they robbing people?!]
[Oh? It even comes with a handmade leather belt? Alright then, fair enough.]
As Su Chen made these sarcastic inner comments while keeping a serious expression on the outside, Yan Ruyue found the contrast even more amusing. This man’s inner thoughts were hilarious. He was just a bit… not very smart. If Su Chen knew that Yan Ruyue was secretly roasting him again, he’d probably throw her into a dark room with a whip combo punishment.
Very soon, after Su Chen picked out a few outfits, he handed one set to Yan Ruyue and pointed to the back of the store.
“There’s a fitting room over there. Go try this on.”
Yan Ruyue blinked, looked at the clothes Su Chen chose, and obediently headed to the fitting room. A few minutes later, she stepped out, fully changed, standing before the mirror.
“Whoa!” Su Chen was stunned when he saw the transformed Yan Ruyue. The girl in the mirror didn’t look like the same person—it was like a national-level pure goddess had stepped out!
Yan Ruyue wore a white blouse with a short, stylish women’s jacket on top. On the bottom was the uniquely designed denim mini skirt, with a handmade leather belt wrapped around her waist. Her long, fair, slender legs were matched with a pair of brown canvas shoes. If not for her slightly unrefined hairstyle, Su Chen would’ve thought he was watching a fashion show.
The saying “clothes make the man” had never felt more true. Without even realizing it, the plain and modest Yan Ruyue had transformed into a sweet and pure beauty no one could resist.