Fu Jichen walked ahead, the curve of his smile unseen by the person behind him. Shen Jianian gazed at the man's tall back, thinking she had spoken too softly for him to hear.
"I said I want to go out," Shen Jianian raised her voice.
The figure in front paused for a moment, without turning back, with a slight smile in his voice: "I heard you. Are you planning to go out in your loungewear?"
Shen Jianian looked slightly embarrassed, lowered her eyes to glance at her clothes, a small V-necked T-shirt paired with long pajama pants, indeed not suitable for going out, so she followed Fu Jichen into the house and went upstairs to change clothes.
The day before, salespeople from major luxury brands delivered the season's latest ready-to-wear, shoes, bags, and jewelry for her to choose from, which she declined. Fu Jichen simply signed for everything, had someone categorize it, and put it all into the wardrobe.
