Chapter 7: Velvet Dress
Morning. Inside the elaborately decorated dining room of the Ruan residence, it was perfectly quiet.
Ruan Zhimian wore a rose-patterned dressing gown with a circle of fluff around the collar. His pure, beautiful eyes were downcast as he sat at the dining table, appearing quiet and gentle.
He hadn’t slept; he had gone to the study to find a book and read until dawn.
Today was Ruan Zhimian’s birthday. In the afternoon, a birthday banquet would be held at the Ruan family home, with many people invited to attend.
Qiuqiu told him that it had specifically run back to the main system space to ask, and learned that he had fallen into a deep sleep because of his physical weakness.
Qiuqiu explained to him for a long time. When he first arrived, he was in a dizzy state, and the Ruan family had taken him for a comprehensive physical checkup.
the doctor said he needed more rest and to stick to the medicine to condition his body.
Right now, Qiuqiu was sleeping upstairs; it was still a baby system.
The servants served freshly baked breakfast—steaming red bean buns. The young master, who used to be picky, held them with his two beautiful, slender hands and ate slowly, looking somewhat obedient.
The young master had grown up.
The butler stepped forward, moved with emotion, and told the servants in a low voice to bring in the items that had just been delivered.
Before long, a row of custom-made formal wear was pushed in front of Ruan Zhimian. Each piece was in a different style, but all were equally exquisite and unique.
What was also the same was that they were all formal dresses; there wasn’t a single suit.
Ruan Zhimian closed his eyes and opened them again—nothing had changed.
This time, it wasn’t a dream.
The butler walked over and gave the young master a slight nod. “Young Master, Madam and Monsieur are both busy out of town today and won’t be back until the day after tomorrow. They have already prepared the gifts.”
“These are the formal dresses you had us rush to arrange last month. See which one you want to wear today. At noon, the makeup artist will come to design your look. I will take these clothes to the dressing room upstairs first.”
“Tomorrow afternoon at 2:00 PM, Young Master Han will come to accompany you for your birthday.”
“Please continue your meal.”
Ruan Zhimian was speechless. He suppressed the urge to change his expression, waiting until the butler pushed the dresses away before lowering his dejected small face. He rubbed the flesh of his cheeks with his fingers, looking visibly wilted.
Why is it dresses again?
Wooo, he didn’t want to wear… a dress…
The butler thought Ruan Zhimian was just happy beyond words. After all, this little young master of theirs spent all his time chasing after Young Master Han.
In the past, if the Monsieur and Madam didn’t come back, he would throw a tantrum.
He hadn’t done so for the past two years.
Three minutes later, Ruan Zhimian obediently held the congee bowl, finishing both the bun and the congee. His footsteps were exceptionally heavy as he walked toward the elevator.
At the entrance of the dressing room, Ruan Zhimian poked his head in. He tiptoed inside and looked through the formal dresses one by one. The more he looked, the more pink his ear-tips became.
He couldn’t look anymore. Ruan Zhimian pressed his forehead against the wardrobe to the side and started talking to himself. “Because Han He’an likes Omegas, and Omegas usually wear formal dresses as well as suits, Ruan Zhimian will wear them.”
“I am Ruan Zhimian. I have to wear it.”
Mhm, he was brainwashing himself.
When the sleepy Qiuqiu floated over, Ruan Zhimian was picking out which dress had the most fabric. He held a hanger and gestured in front of a full-length mirror.
[Moved.]
[Mianmian, when the plot is over, I will definitely take you to a good place.]
Ruan Zhimian rubbed Qiuqiu. It wasn’t Qiuqiu’s fault.
This was the setting of the world; neither of them could change it.
Ruan Zhimian chose his clothes and hugged Qiuqiu back to his room to read.
The Ruan family was quite prominent in Huajiang’s circle of the wealthy. Since last night, Ruan Zhimian’s phone had received many birthday wishes, as well as blessings from many numbers he didn’t have saved.
At 12:00 PM, after finishing lunch, Ruan Zhimian returned to the dressing room.
The makeup artist and stylist were waiting solemnly. In the corner, two bodyguards were guarding a velvet box.
The butler was long since used to this and told Ruan Zhimian, “The gemstone necklace that Madam and Monsieur bid for at a Hong Kong auction house last month for the Young Master is also your birthday gift.”
It seemed he hadn’t seriously celebrated a birthday in a very long time.
He didn’t know since how long ago a birthday had just been a string of numbers.
The entire Ruan residence was filled with a busy atmosphere, with preparations being carried out in an orderly fashion.
The butler told the makeup artist warmly, “You may begin.”
At 1:00 PM, a beauty in black attire, wearing a custom-made velvet formal dress, appeared in front of the mirror.
His snowy-white neck was adorned with a dazzling ruby necklace. His finely styled hair was slightly curled. With his movements, the hem of the dress swayed, and his calves hid inside the skirt.
He was already exceptionally good-looking. His beautiful, watery dark eyes were lowered, and his eyelashes trembled while he still tightly pinched his fingertips.
Indeed… he still couldn’t get used to it…
The butler, who was in his forties and about the same age as Ruan Zhimian’s father, had watched Ruan Zhimian grow up. His gaze held maternal affection. He was about to offer praise when he heard a piteous question: “Is there any wine?”
Butler: “Young Master, the doctor said you must abstain from alcohol.”
The young master lowered his head, his eyelashes curled, and he gestured with his finger. “I’ll only drink a little bit.”
Who could refuse such a small request?
The butler went downstairs and brought Ruan Zhimian a glass of white wine with the lowest alcohol content. He called everyone else away, letting the young master rest here for a while; he had to go to the door to welcome the guests.
Inside the dressing room, Ruan Zhimian leaned against a comfortable velvet sofa, holding the tall glass. He took a small sip first. Tasting that it wasn’t the bitter flavor he had two days ago, he immediately gulped it down.
“Qiuqiu, this is the last time I wear a dress.”
His eyes fell on the black avatar on the phone screen. He talked to himself, “I wonder what Shi He is doing. I can’t call him this afternoon.”
Ruan Zhimian lowered his head and set his phone to silent.
He would chat with Shi He tonight.
…
At Huajiang North City Airport, the S-grade Alpha with black hair and black eyes walked out of the airport exit. He wore sunglasses and a simple dark gray tracksuit, his aura exceptionally cold.
The scent of a heavy concentration of pheromone isolation agent drifted around, yet it still couldn’t mask the restless pheromone fluctuations caused by the Easy Period.
We’re about to meet, baby.
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