Chapter 284

Hearing this, Li Zhiwei was momentarily stunned, then couldn’t help but find it both funny and exasperating. Was this his roundabout way of asking her for a gift?

“Alright!” However, buying him a set of clothes was something Li Zhiwei felt she could easily accommodate. After all, it wasn’t as if she had to measure and tailor them herself.

Still, she couldn’t help but wonder: wouldn’t Xu Heming disdain the clothes from a ready-to-wear shop?

Based on her understanding of him, his everyday clothes were surely custom-made by dedicated seamstresses, right?

Of course, that kind of work was beyond her capabilities.

Even her own clothes weren’t made by her own hands.

Although she knew basic needlework, Li Zhiwei was far from proficient.

The group stepped into the tailor shop, and a shop assistant immediately greeted them with a bright smile. “What kind of clothes are you looking for, esteemed customers? Our humble shop has a complete range of styles, so please take your time to choose.”

“Please fetch him a set of your most expensive clothes,” Li Zhiwei said, pointing to Xu Heming beside her.

“And me!” Xu Qingshi jumped out without a second thought, shooting a somewhat provocative glare at Xu Heming.

“Alright, one for him too.” Li Zhiwei nodded. Since she was buying one anyway, she might as well buy two.

“Right away!” the assistant replied cheerfully upon hearing this. Before long, he emerged carrying two sets of garments.

Xu Heming frowned as he watched the assistant bring out a crimson robe.

His wardrobe had always consisted mostly of black and dark, inky colors. He had never worn such a flashy shade in his life.

“You are incredibly handsome and elegant, young master. This crimson attire will surely suit you perfectly.” The assistant seemed to notice Xu Heming’s hesitation and quickly offered some sweet words.

“Mhm, I think it will look great on you too.” Li Zhiwei naturally saw Xu Heming’s reluctance, but hadn’t he asked her to buy him clothes?

Then she had the right to pick a bright color she liked, didn’t she?

Rather than those lifeless, dreary colors.

Beside them, Xu Qingshi took the bright red outfit meant for him from the assistant and said happily to Li Zhiwei, “Pretty sister, I love this color! Shop brother, can I go try it on?”

Holding the bright red clothes, Xu Qingshi followed another attendant into a nearby fitting room.

As he went in, Xu Qingshi cast a challenging look at his father before saying obediently to Li Zhiwei, “Thank you, pretty sister. My father has plenty of clothes; you really don’t have to buy him any.”

“Stop stirring up trouble!” Xu Heming’s face darkened. He was finding this son of his more of an eyesore by the second.

Yet, to his dismay, the boy was his own flesh and blood.

However, fearing that Li Zhiwei might actually decide not to buy him the clothes, he could only take the garment with a sense of resignation and head into another fitting room.

Watching the bickering father and son, Li Zhiwei couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.

Still, she was quite looking forward to seeing how Xu Heming would look in crimson.

With this in mind, Li Zhiwei sat down on a nearby chair, her thoughts drifting entirely toward the two fitting rooms, eagerly anticipating their new looks.

Xu Qingshi came out first. The little guy already had fair skin and rosy lips, so he pulled off the bright red outfit flawlessly.

“Pretty sister, does it look good?” Xu Qingshi confidently twirled in front of Li Zhiwei.

His eyes were sparkling as if filled with stars, his joy self-evident.

“It looks absolutely wonderful. This bright red makes you look so energetic and noble!” Li Zhiwei praised generously.

Receiving the compliment, Xu Qingshi’s smile grew even brighter, his eyes curving into little crescents. However, his gaze flicked toward the other fitting room.

In his memory, his father had always worn dark clothes. He was also very curious about how his father would look in crimson.

Just then, the dark curtain was lifted by a hand with distinct, elegant knuckles.

Xu Heming walked out, looking somewhat awkward.

Crimson was actually a very demanding color; if not worn well, it could easily look gaudy and frivolous.

But ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‍on Xu Heming, whose handsome features were as flawless as white snow and fine jade, the bold crimson was miraculously subdued by his calm, cold aura. The color lost seventy percent of its flamboyance, while the remaining thirty percent transformed into an indescribable sense of grace and breathtaking allure.

Xu Heming’s face was expressionless, his brows even furrowing slightly in unfamiliarity. He was clearly still uncomfortable with this color he had never tried before.

But when his gaze met Li Zhiwei’s, a subtle ripple swept through his deep, pool-like eyes, like a pebble tossed into still water, creating endless ripples.

After all, she was the one who picked these clothes.

At this moment, he looked at Li Zhiwei with a hint of awkwardness. He wanted to ask her as brazenly as his son had: did the clothes look good on him?

Looking at Xu Heming, Li Zhiwei momentarily forgot what to say.

She had thought the clothes would look nice on him, but she hadn’t expected the effect to be this stunning.

Xu Heming stopped in front of Li Zhiwei, only to find her still staring at him in a daze, speechless. Realizing that Li Zhiwei was captivated by his appearance, Xu Heming let out a slight, uncomfortable cough, then deliberately lowered his voice to ask, “Does it look good?”

If one looked closely, they could see the irrepressible upward curve of Xu Heming’s lips. Evidently, he was highly satisfied with the realization that he could mesmerize Li Zhiwei.

Brought back to reality by his light cough, Li Zhiwei feigned composure to hide her guilty conscience. She picked up a nearby teacup and took a small sip, finally suppressing the inexplicable flutter in her heart.

Only then did she set down the teacup, stand up, and walk over to Xu Heming, examining him carefully for a moment.

“Your Highness looks exceptionally well-matched in this crimson attire, just as the shop assistant said.” Li Zhiwei was indeed incredibly pleased with how the clothes looked on him.

“It’s all thanks to Madam’s excellent taste,” the assistant flattered with a smile upon hearing this.

He thought to himself that this garment was the most expensive yet hardest to sell item in their shop.

Ordinary people simply couldn’t pull off the color, and the material was made of top-tier cloud brocade.

“Father, in these clothes, you only look slightly less handsome than me.” Xu Qingshi had to admit that Xu Heming looked great in the crimson outfit, but he would never admit that his father looked better than him.

Xu Heming merely rolled his eyes at Xu Qingshi, but he smugly patted his clothes, clearly satisfied as well.

After all, this was the first piece of clothing Li Zhiwei had ever given him.

“Assistant, we’ll pay now.” Since she was happy with the clothes, Li Zhiwei was very prompt in taking out her silver.

“Right away!” the assistant replied cheerfully, making sure to carefully pack up the clothes the two had just changed out of.

“Throw those old clothes away!” Xu Heming said with deep displeasure, recalling how Xu Jin’an had just tugged at his hem earlier.

“This…” The assistant looked at Li Zhiwei in a dilemma.

“Take it back and wash it; it’s perfectly fine to wear!” Li Zhiwei wordlessly shoved the clothes into his arms. She then paid the silver straightforwardly and led the two out of the tailor shop.

“Oh my, who do we have here!”

A surprised voice rang out from the side.

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