The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 863 - 862, can I give it a try?

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The top piece is pure black, while the bottom one is the same gray-black as Father Tang’s outfit, distinctly different from each other.

The fabric of the black one has a clear texture, looks very textured, and is neatly ironed; dark patterns are embroidered on the cuffs, with meticulous stitches, exuding a sense of antiquity and elegance.

This is a suit.

Jing Yu, who deals with suits all year round, quickly confirmed this, and whether it was the fabric, exquisite embroidery, or the tailoring and finishing ironing, it all spoke of its extraordinary nature.

He touched the pattern on the cuff, his deep-black eyes seeming to roil with myriad emotions, becoming even more profound.

Tang Shu’s attention was entirely focused on how to naturally give away the clothes, so much so that she overlooked the shifts in the gentleman’s emotions; she moved aside the top piece, revealing the full extent of the gray-black suit beneath.

"This one is a casual style, suitable for everyday wear...though I suppose you wouldn’t need it most of the time?"

A listed company’s CEO spends most of his time in business negotiations and handling documents, indeed having no spare time to rest.

"I’ll wear it, I need it."

Jing Yu’s deep voice came through, his right hand already touching the gray-black clothing, this piece unlike the formal and rigid suit, instead conveying a sense of casualness, reminiscent of Father Tang’s, the only difference might be the size.

"Xiao Shu, I really like it."

Ah?

Tang Shu finally lifted her gaze from the clothes and looked up at him, meeting a pair of dazzling eyes, shining like stars.

"If you like it, that’s great."

After being momentarily stunned, her rationality gradually returned, and she deeply pondered a very important question:

So, her pursuit was indeed making some progress, right?

The young girl became happy, her uplifted face carrying a bit of brightness, which made Jing Yu, wavering between rationality and breakdown, experience another brain freeze.

Hold on!

The man suppressed the burgeoning palpitations threatening to burst from his chest, his slim fingers picking up the black handmade suit.

"May I try it on?"

"Go ahead, and if the size isn’t right somewhere, I can adjust it."

It hasn’t been officially given away yet, has it?

Tang Shu’s delicate fingers touched another corner of the suit, slowly revealing its full extent. Jing Yu took off the long coat he was wearing and stretched his arm into the sleeve.

"Wait, the collar is turned in."

The height difference between the two was just right, Tang Shu could reach his collar without needing to stand on her tiptoes.

As she looked down, her soft, jet-black hair cascaded down, brushing past Jing Yu’s raised wrist, bringing a slight tingling sensation. He almost reflexively pulled back his hand, stopping midway, as the strand of hair fell into his palm.

Black, the pale palm, and clear lines shining together.

Jing Yu pursed his lips, smelling a unique floral fragrance, distinctive yet somewhat familiar, the fine features close at hand, the proximity enhancing his already acute senses. Her gentle breath covered the side of his neck, warm yet not too intense.

This was a distance that had already invaded each other’s personal territory, yet Tang Shu, being rather oblivious, didn’t realize it... Why was that? Oh right, they had grown familiar to this extent, it was just that someone with lower EQ hadn’t noticed yet.

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