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Chimu Jiu muttered to herself as she picked up the formal dress and held it against her body. The dress was perfectly tailored, with its hem cascading in beautiful ripples, and the upper design was exquisite and unique, making her look quite appealing. The elegant gown was simple yet graceful, as if it had been custom-made just for her.
Before long, she had donned the dress and carefully applied a makeup look that suited her well while hurriedly grabbing a pair of high heels that matched the color scheme. She rushed downstairs. It wasn't that Chimu Jiu didn't want to change; it was just that she rarely wore high heels and felt they hindered her speed.
On the first floor, the hall doors were wide open, and Du Hengyan stood at the entrance waiting for her, holding a dark-colored trench coat in his hands. Hearing the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs, he slightly turned his head to look.
Chimu Jiu, in her formal dress and slippers, was flying down the stairs like a gust of wind. The sight made Du Hengyan unable to bear it. He chuckled softly.
Chimu Jiu awkwardly smiled back, saying, "I was afraid you’d wait too long. These high heels slow me down."
She really didn’t care about her appearance at all; she plopped down on the sofa. Although she didn’t understand why he wanted her to sit down, Chimu Jiu obediently complied.
"Give me your shoes," he said, half-squatting in front of her, extending his hand to take the high heels from her.
Chimu Jiu's heart inexplicably raced a little faster as she nervously looked at the man before her. Du Hengyan’s movements were gentle and focused as he lifted her foot carefully, sliding it into one of the shoes. His fingers brushed against her ankle, and the warm touch made Chimu Jiu instinctively pull back her foot slightly.
Du Hengyan glanced up at her, his gaze reassuring as if to say not to be afraid. He slowly adjusted the position of the shoe, ensuring that every angle fit her foot perfectly. His long fingers skillfully maneuvered through the laces with elegant precision. After putting on one shoe, he meticulously repeated the process for her left foot, his demeanor serious and attentive.
Once everything was done, Du Hengyan stood up with a satisfied smile on his face and said, "All set."
Chimu Jiu stared at him in a daze, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Thank you, thank you," she stammered, but in her heart, she thought to herself that this man truly lived up to his background as a male model; he was adept at handling the nuances of female emotions, like a mother pig wearing a bra—always with one act after another.
Du Hengyan seemed to sense what was on her mind and didn’t offer much explanation.
"Let’s go."
He gently took her hand, the warmth of his touch making her heart flutter slightly.
Chimu Jiu obediently followed him out of the hall.
In the courtyard, a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom stood quietly, its body gleaming with a dazzling shine. A uniformed driver was waiting respectfully for them to get in.
Chimu Jiu was stunned.
"Is this our treatment? The Ye family even sent a car to pick us up?"
She was filled with astonishment, her gaze fixed on the luxury vehicle before her. A Rolls-Royce of this caliber was something else entirely.
Hearing this, Du Hengyan's brows furrowed instantly, displeasure evident on his face.
"This woman, why is she so obsessed with the Ye family? It’s infuriating."
Such a luxurious car, and even the license plates were consecutive numbers. How many did the Ye family even have? All those high-end luxury business cars were leftovers that he had picked through.
"Enough with the chatter! Get in the car!"
Du Hengyan said impatiently, his tone laced with suppressed anger.
"Hey? Hey! Du Hengyan, what are you doing?!"
Before Chimu Jiu could finish her sentence, he pulled her into the car.
"What’s with your mood swings?"
Chimu Jiu couldn’t help but complain, feeling both wronged and confused.
"If you mention the Ye family one more time, don’t even think about attending that ridiculous auction."
Du Hengyan's voice was low and dangerous.
He exuded a powerful aura, and only then did she realize that the man holding her tightly in his embrace was genuinely angry.
Chi Mu Jiu immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound. She could only sense that with Du Heng's current volatile temper, it would be no problem for him to blow the Ye family to pieces.
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