Volume One, Chapter 107: He Is Easy to Please!

When Luo Ye opened his eyes, he saw the snow-white ceiling above him and the dark navy quilt covering his body.

He remembered exactly how much he had drunk.

He also clearly remembered telling Yang Yan to drive him to the entrance of Sang Wan's home.

He even remembered Sang Wan making him a hangover soup.

But that heartless woman...

At the thought that he had been drunk and she had simply tossed him back home, dumped him in the bedroom, and left him there, Luo Ye was furious enough to explode.

Then, turning his head, he saw Sang Wan's sleeping face in the dim gray morning light.

Looking around, he realized this was the master bedroom on the nineteenth floor.

The dark navy quilt over him was Sang Wan's too.

And when he looked at himself beneath it, Luo Ye froze.

He lifted his arm and sniffed it, catching the faint scent of roses, the same fragrance she wore.

His mind filled with images of Sang Wan wiping his body clean and letting him sleep in her bed.

The anger in Luo Ye vanished in an instant.

Sang Wan had not abandoned him.

This time, at last, she had not pushed him away.

"Sang Wan..."

He turned and called her name, but there was no response.

Luo Ye leaned down and kissed her.

Just a light kiss, and he was already reacting.

"Sang Wan..."

Luo Ye kissed her more deeply.

Sang Wan was awakened by the kiss, and her eyes met Luo Ye's bright gaze.

She suddenly came fully awake.

She wanted to ask why he had drunk so much last night.

She also wanted to ask whether he still felt unwell.

But her mouth would not obey her. "Are you... still angry?"

Luo Ye paused, and the fierce kiss immediately turned tender and lingering.

So she had not noticed that he was no longer angry?

He was actually very easy to appease!

"Just a little..."

Luo Ye leaned over her. "Sister, comfort me a little more..."

As it turned out, soothing a man was hard work.

When the alarm rang, Sang Wan was nestled in Luo Ye's furnace-like embrace, her whole body so limp she did not even have the strength to fish out her phone and turn it off.

Luo Ye stretched out a long arm, took the phone, and silenced it.

He lowered his head to brush her lips. "Come with me to a social engagement on Saturday, okay?"

Saturday?

Sang Wan's misty gaze gradually cleared. "I can't on Saturday. Last night I promised Lu Xiaomu I'd take him to the amusement park."

Luo Ye frowned. "Then spend the day with him, and come accompany me to the engagement at night. That should work, right?"

Sang Wan hesitated slightly.

Luo Ye seized the chance to press closer, disturbing her thoughts and her breathing. "Sister, you can't favor one over the other. That's not fair..."

She wanted to say, how old are you, and how old is he?

Trying to talk fairness with a five-year-old child—wasn't that a little childish?

But soon Sang Wan had no time to think about it.

At nine, she arrived at the company and had only just sat down when both a delivery and a message from WeChat arrived at the same time.

The delivery was breakfast, sent by Luo Ye because she had gotten up late and had no time to eat.

On WeChat, Luo Ye was all confidence: [Sister, you promised. No backing out!]

Had she promised?

The thought surfaced, and the memory that followed was full of flushed faces and tangled breathing.

Had she really agreed?

And if so, to what?

Sang Wan remembered none of it.

She could only reply carelessly with a "Got it," and turn her attention back to work.

Exactly at six, Sang Wan's phone rang on the dot.

[Come down.]

Glancing at the work on hand, she judged that another half hour in the study at night would be enough to finish it.

So Sang Wan quickly cleared her desk and went downstairs.

The Maybach pulled out of the underground garage, but not toward the apartment.

"Where are we going?"

Sang Wan instinctively looked down at her clothes.

A black suit jacket.

Wide-leg trousers.

Fairly formal.

But the white sneakers on her feet dragged the whole outfit into casual territory.

Approachable enough, but not quite formal.

"Once we're there, you'll know."

Luo Ye only smiled, saying nothing.

More than ten minutes later, the Maybach entered a quiet street so beautiful it looked like a painting.

The road was broad, and though the occasional car passed, there was no noise.

On both sides, the ginkgo trees were golden with autumn.

In the darkening sky, the whole scene looked like an oil painting made by a master.

At the end of the road stood a white three-story building that looked, at first glance, as if it had been made of cream.

There was not even a signboard, but in the floor-to-ceiling windows, the mannequins wore elegant Chinese qipaos and graceful Western evening gowns.

At once, Sang Wan knew the purpose of this trip.

Following Luo Ye through the glass door into the custom design center, Sang Wan's gaze lingered over the ready-made formalwear.

A clerk came forward. "Young Master Luo, the dresses you ordered are all finished."

Sang Wan's fingers, resting on a qipao, stilled.

In her mind appeared the photo from the work group chat.

At the thought that she was merely a companion, accompanying Luo Ye here to collect the dress ordered for that girl, Sang Wan's feelings turned complicated and bitter.

Only then did she remember what she had forgotten.

Luo Ye had said that on Saturday he wanted her to go to a social engagement with him.

But wasn't he supposed to bring his matchmaking date instead?

"Come up, why are you standing there in a daze?"

Luo Ye had only taken a few steps when he saw Sang Wan frozen before a row of garments, with no intention of following.

He immediately called to her, "Sang Wan?"

Sang Wan came back to herself.

Perhaps because the place was so stylish, or because business hours were already over, there were no other customers in the building.

Sang Wan followed Luo Ye all the way to the third floor and instantly felt her eyes light up.

The third floor was larger, with even more gowns.

And every gown looked bespoke, with an exceptionally strong sense of design.

"Miss, which one would you like to try first?"

A clerk asked Sang Wan.

Sang Wan looked up at Luo Ye, only to see him wave a hand. "Go ahead and get busy. We can try them on ourselves."

The clerk hurried downstairs.

Luo Ye put an arm around Sang Wan and led her to a black fishtail evening gown. "How about this one for Saturday?"

???

Sang Wan blinked. "You picked this for me?"

Luo Ye was stunned too. "Who else?"

The same second Sang Wan looked away, Luo Ye finally understood what she had been spacing out about on the first floor.

"You don't think I brought you here to be a model, do you?"

His eyes narrowed slightly.

His voice carried a full measure of danger.

"No."

Sang Wan hurried to deny it, though her guilt was obvious.

Luo Ye laughed in exasperation. "I have absolutely nothing to do with that girl. If I had known there were paparazzi nearby, I wouldn't have shown my face at all!"

"Sister, if I put it that way, are you satisfied?"

Behind her was a floor-to-ceiling window.

Even from the corner of her eye, she could see that expanse of gold outside.

Luo Ye stood before her with overwhelming pressure, and anyone passing on the road would be able to see them at a glance.

He had done nothing at all.

And yet Sang Wan could already imagine the scene a passerby would see.

It was as if Luo Ye were pinning her against the window.

"...I already said there was no need to explain."

She pushed Luo Ye away, and as she turned, she could not help glancing out the window again.

Sang Wan walked to the mannequin, took down the black gown, and headed toward the fitting room. "This one is pretty nice. I just hope the size fits..."

She was talking simply to fill the silence.

But behind her, Luo Ye did not miss her little attempt to change the subject.

"It'll fit, definitely!"

Luo Ye's voice drifted from behind her, low and teasing. "I measured it myself. If it doesn't fit... we'll measure again tonight!"

Sang Wan: ...

Luo Ye had not lied.

Once the gown was on, it fit her perfectly from bust to waist to hips.

Sang Wan even suspected that if she had eaten dinner before coming after work, she would not have been able to squeeze into it at all.

And at this moment, in the mirror she looked elegant and bewitching, sultry and alluring.

Like... the wicked stepmother from Snow White!

It was a style she liked.

"Do you want me to help?"

Luo Ye's voice came from outside.

Sang Wan opened the door and stepped out.

For a fleeting moment, the showroom fell silent.

Sang Wan lifted her eyes and saw the beauty in the red dress standing beside Luo Ye.