113: 113 Socially Dead in Front of My Mother-in-Law…

113: 113 Socially Dead in Front of My Mother-in-Law…

Jiang Xuan hadn’t heard Dong Mao’s reminder.

But as he entered the store and explained his requirements for a piece of clothing to the clerk, he quickly realized through the slightly awkward expressions of the female employees…

This was, indeed, a women’s clothing store.

Fortunately, the highly paid tailor in the store could also make men’s clothes.

Jiang Xuan then claimed he had come because of the tailor’s reputation, which flattered the tailor tremendously…

The female clerk stared at Jiang Xuan’s face for a few seconds, her ears a bit red, “Sir, could you please move to the VIP lounge and let the tailor take your measurements…”

Jiang Xuan’s narrow eyes scanned the hall, but he did not see Xia Ye.

He paused for two seconds, then followed the female clerk to VIP Room No.

2.

In fact, Xu He and Xia Ye were next door in VIP Room No.

1.

Xia Ye held a box of sweets, took out a piece of cake, and put it in her mouth.

So sweet.

Seeing her enjoy the treat, Xu He chuckled softly.

She knew her beloved daughter must have come without eating.

At that moment, even Xia Ye herself had forgotten that she had just eaten ten skewers of chicken gizzards and two skewers of chicken feet.

Xu He turned to the clerk, “Bring out the few outfits I’ve had made for Little Tiangao, let her choose.”

“Yes, Mrs.

Xia,” the female clerk respectfully brought over several sets of unique, stylishly designed casual outfits.

Four female clerks presented the outfits, each holding one set, slightly bowing and lining up in front of Xia Ye.

Xia Ye wasn’t very interested in beautiful clothes.

However, these four sets of spring clothing were quite a departure from the previous princess styles; they were all minimalist and elegant, suitable for everyday wear and didn’t look silly.

After a look, Xia Ye picked out the one she liked best.

Xu He smiled, eyes curved, “I guessed you would like this one the best.

Ask the clerk to take you to the dressing room next door, then come out and show it to me.”

Xia Ye replied, “Oh, no need, I can go by myself.”

She took the last piece of cake in one hand and the outfit in the other, then turned towards the door next door.

Xu He was somewhat worried, “Little Tiangao, do you know where the dressing room is?”

Xia Ye had already stepped out, “I know.”

Little did she know, just as she left the door and turned to the left, a strong arm reached out from next door’s Room No.

2 and pulled her in.

Honestly, there weren’t many who could pull her around.

Pulled into the room, Xia Ye saw there was only one man inside, Jiang Xuan.

“Uncle Jiang?”

Jiang Xuan’s eyes darkened, “I just heard your voice.

What a coincidence, you are here too?”

All prim and proper.

He had taken off his suit jacket; underneath was a light-colored shirt and a neatly tailored vest.

It showed off his broad shoulders and slender waist.

He was in the midst of being measured.

Xia Ye surveyed him from head to toe, scratched a little fuzz on her face, “Does this store…

make men’s clothes too?”

Jiang Xuan slightly raised an eyebrow, “Yes.”

Xia Ye said “Oh” looking at the tape measure and tailor’s iPad on the nearby table, which only had the shoulder width measurement missing.

She asked, “Is it just you in this room?”

As Jiang Xuan answered her question, he stared at her intently, “The tailor stepped out to take a call.”

The tailor was almost done with the measurements when he suddenly received a call from home looking quite anxious.

Jiang Xuan was not in a hurry today, so he let him attend to it first.

Seeing the big CEO left alone in the room, her beautiful, unruffled peach blossom eyes sparkled, “How about I help you take the shoulder width measurement?”

Jiang Xuan nodded readily, “Thank you.”

Xia Ye set aside the clothes she planned to change into and glanced once more at the small pastry in her hands that she had nowhere to place.

She was a bit full and couldn’t eat any more.

A sly sparkle flitted across her eyes as she asked Jiang Xuan, “Uncle Jiang, have you had lunch?

Would you like to eat this?”

Jiang Xuan glanced at the small pastry cupped in her palm, his voice playful, “What’s this?

A Tiangao?”

His words had a double meaning.

Xia Ye didn’t catch on, “Yes, do you like it?”

Jiang Xuan hummed deeply, full of meaning as he took the Tiangao.

“Thank you.”

With her hand now free, Xia Ye stood behind him and began to measure his shoulder width with a tape measure.

He was tall, making it inconvenient for her to measure.

Xia Ye lifted her hand and patted his shoulder, “Sit over here.”

Jiang Xuan sat down, and she began to measure.

She noticed his shoulders were indeed broad, definitely not like those of her male classmates.

Even through his shirt, the contours of his arms were quite tense.

Xia Ye pressed the zero mark of the tape measure on the far left side of his shoulder, pulled the tape taut, and stretched it to the right.

Her fingertips were cool, easily transmitting through the shirt to Jiang Xuan’s shoulder, tickling him slightly.

Xu He flipped through a magazine for a while, her peripheral vision catching sight of the outfit Little Tiangao had taken, and there was a matching decorative belt that she forgot to take.

Though it was just a decorative belt, it was the perfect finishing touch to the outfit, without which the clothes would hang loose and unflattering.

Xu He, who usually enjoyed watching fashion shows, cared a lot about these fine details.

“I have to take this to Little Tiangao,” she said, picking up the belt and leaving the VIP room.

Passing by the next room, the door to Hall 2 was ajar, and she heard voices inside.

“Your shoulders are so broad, did I measure wrong?” Xia Ye pondered, worried about getting the measurement wrong on the first attempt, and having to take responsibility if the clothes made later didn’t fit.

So she specifically looked at the measuring method on the master tailor’s iPad, then circled back around behind Jiang Xuan to measure him again.

Jiang Xuan was very patient, letting her fuss over him, but why did she think she had measured incorrectly?

Jiang Xuan’s voice was low, “Didn’t you hug me that day?

Don’t you know?”

Xia Ye knew he was referring to that day in the underground parking lot at Godear, when she had fallen asleep in the car and somehow, when she woke up, she was in his arms, though she didn’t know for how long.

Now seeing Jiang Xuan clearly teasing her, she felt a bit annoyed.

“I…”

She was about to say I hugged you, not your shoulders, how would I know how wide they are?

But she had only spoken the first word when the door to the VIP room was pushed halfway open.

Xu He, hearing Little Tiangao’s voice and finding it strange, didn’t think much of it and pushed the door open all the way.

Both people inside turned to look at the door at the same time, and the next second, they both froze in place.

At that moment, Xia Ye had a tape measure in hand, pressing it against Jiang Xuan’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Jiang Xuan sat in a chair, still holding the soft paper holder that had contained Little Tiangao’s finished pastry…

The Little Tiangao in his hand was bought by Xu He.

The one behind him was born by Xu He.

Xu He’s mouth, previously wearing a gentle smile, twitched visibly as she clenched her teeth, “Mr.

Jiang, who did you just say hugged you?”