Moreover, after being folded in the box for so long, there wasn't a single crease when it was unfolded.

Instantly, a rare feeling of guilt emerged from the surprise.

"Thank you, senior sister!"

Ji Jue curiously picked it up and looked over it: "When did you buy this?"

"Didn't you say last time you didn't have a formal suit? Since you'd need it sooner or later, I used the data you set for protective clothing and had someone make a set for you," Ye Chun said, lifting the tea served by a junior with a nonchalant wave.

"Unfortunately, the production period was a bit long, and you were too wrapped up in things and missed the time to become a craftsman, so consider it a celebration of you winning the championship.

If you really want to thank me, just speak highly of me to Aunt a few times, and we can say you have a conscience for such things."

"Oh, come on!"

Ji Jue resolutely shook his head, solemnly saying, "I am someone who values gratitude and returns favors the most! How could I do such an unreasonable thing?"

"Heh heh—"

Ye Chun glanced at his mock-serious innocent look, not believing it in the slightest.

Just treat it like listening to a dog bark.

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Ten minutes later, when Ji Jue stepped out of the room after changing, it was as if he was a completely different person.

As he twisted and turned in front of the mirror, he never imagined he could look like a refined scoundrel, even finding it novel himself.

"How is it?" He turned back to solicit opinions.

"Hmm, wait a minute…"

Ye Chun rested her chin for a moment, then pulled out another tie from the box and tossed it to him: "Try this one."

"Burgundy? Does it match?"

Ji Jue was puzzled: "Isn't it a bit flashy?"

"In this kind of occasion, a person giving a speech at an award ceremony should be a bit flashy to be normal. If young people aren't a bit vibrant, they just seem lifeless. Do you expect to dress like Old Deng one day and attend soirees with a champagne in hand?"

Ye Chun waved her hand to urge him on: "Just go with this and hurry up."

After Ji Jue, fumbling around, changed ties again, he was further directed by Ye Chun to adjust his cufflinks and remove his tie clip…

Changing back and forth, tying the tie thrice, and combing his messy hair under her guidance.

"It's a pity I didn't bring hair wax, and it's hard to buy on short notice, so just use Material Interference to fix it yourself."

After busying for quite some time, Ye Chun finally let go, inspecting Ji Jue's appearance in the mirror before nodding slowly: "This is about right."

She sighed softly: "Finally looks a bit like a young person."

Having left Spring City for a while, the hair once mottled pale from the torment and cramming at Jian Yuan had gradually returned to jet black, leaving only traces of gray.

Previously, even though he was handsome, paired with a calm expression, there was always an air of coldness and aloofness keeping others at bay.

But now, when he smiled, there was finally a brightness.

Carrying with it a reassuring calmness.

"You've grown, Ji Jue."

Ye Chun murmured softly as she examined the young man in the mirror.

"Have I?" Ji Jue wondered, a self-deprecating smile: "It all feels like a dream."

"Of course."

Ye Chun nodded definitively, pulling at his face from both sides, unabashedly squeezing and kneading, finding amusement in the hilarious reflection, her smile gentle.

Entirely different from the past of torment or bewilderment, slowly waking from a confused dream…

Isn't this already an accomplishment?

.

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"Things have come to this, there is nothing more to be done."

In the deathly quiet office, the visiting elder sighed lightly: "Central City has already made its conclusion, there's no other option left at home, Awen."

He looked towards Shang Tongwen behind the desk: "You'll just have to bear with it."

"What do you mean bear with it?"

Shang Tongwen asked coldly, after a long time without rest, his eyes filled with blood vessels, like a beast waiting to devour, he squeezed out words: "Please, Fourth Uncle, speak clearly!"

"After making such a big mess these days, someone has to take responsibility," Fourth Uncle shook his head regretfully, advising: "Stop being stubborn, Awen, this is the joint decision of all elders from both the Second and Fourth Households… You must offer an explanation for the trouble your Great Household stirred up, right?"

"An explanation? Me?"

Shang Tongwen could no longer restrain his fury, suddenly standing up: "Who the hell said 'one step back and you keep going back, it's either you die or I die' when flipping the table back then?! What? Now that Shang Jiu, that live-in son-in-law, is dead and Lv Yingyue's knife is at your throat, you realize you're scared? Where the hell were you before!

All these years, I could never understand—why all the good things are taken by you old geezers, and the troubles and shit are dumped on me?!

Didn't you take the money? Didn't you take the position? Aren't the benefits mostly taken by you?!

Your idiot son went out fishing for rich partners, took drugs, and overdosed the daughter of the deputy director of East City Energy Bureau—who the hell went groveling to cover for you!

And you have the face to tell me, Awen, just bear with it?"

Fourth Uncle opened his mouth to speak, but the furious Shang Tongwen directly threw the ashtray from the desk, hitting his face and instantly causing his head to bleed.

The elder, enraged, screamed: "Shang Tongwen, you're mad!"

"Mad? Me? It's you people who are mad!"

Shang Tongwen roared hoarsely: "For God's sake, remember who brought Echo to where it is today, it's me, not you bunch of good-for-nothings who only sit on the younger generation's necks to crap!

For so many years, whenever money was needed, anything needed, I gave my all to please you, and now just for losing a round, you want to use me as your scapegoat?!

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