Lin Xuan, who had been changing outfits nonstop, was experiencing for the first time the dilemma of having too many clothes to choose from.
He finally emerged wearing the last set.
"How about this one, Hua Bao?"
Every detail of this outfit was meticulously designed—surely Su Hua would find it acceptable this time.
"Not great," Su Hua replied.
If Xuan went out dressed like this, he’d be far too tempting.
Wang Dahe’s birthday party was bound to have women in attendance.
She didn’t want their eyes glued to her Xuan all night.
Lin Xuan frowned. "This one still doesn’t work?"
He was starting to doubt his own fashion sense.
"Forget it, I’ll just wear this. It’s just a birthday party—no need to overthink it," Lin Xuan said with a shrug.
"Xuan can’t just ‘go casual.’ My man must wear the most fitting outfit," Su Hua countered, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I’ll have someone arrange a proper styling for you."
She made a call.
Soon, a stylist arrived, followed by a procession of assistants carrying racks upon racks of clothes—fifty sets in total—filling the living room of Night Garden.
Lin Xuan was stunned.
Wasn’t this a bit excessive?
It was just Wang Dahe’s birthday party, and the guest list wasn’t even that long. Why such extravagance?
"President Su, is this gentleman the one we’re styling today?" The stylist’s gaze lingered on Lin Xuan.
Admittedly, the man was strikingly handsome with an impeccable physique—a natural model who’d look good in anything.
"Yes," Su Hua confirmed with a nod.
"President Su, rest assured, I’ll make sure he looks absolutely dashing," the stylist vowed, thumping his chest for emphasis.
He couldn’t wait to get started.
Styling someone this good-looking was a first for him.
He was determined to pour all his expertise into this, ensuring Lin Xuan would turn heads with a 100% success rate.
"Mr. Li, come with me for a moment."
Butler Wang pulled the stylist aside.
"Mr. Li, actually, there’s no need to make Young Master Lin look too flashy. Simple and elegant will do."
The stylist was baffled.
They’d gone to the trouble of hiring him… just to keep things understated?
Wouldn’t any random outfit suffice then?
What was the point of all this?
Though confused, he had no choice but to comply.
"Understood. I’ll follow your instructions."
As the stylist began selecting outfits, Butler Wang shook his head.
It was obvious—Miss Su didn’t want Lin Xuan looking too irresistible, lest he attract unwanted attention.
Yet instead of saying so directly, she’d brought in a professional stylist. So much unnecessary complication.
Sighing inwardly, Butler Wang stepped back.
While the stylist worked, a hairstylist also arrived, though his task was minimal—just a quick touch-up.
After narrowing it down to a dozen options, the stylist turned to Su Hua.
"President Su, which of these would you like him to try?"
"That one," Su Hua pointed to a black ensemble.
Lin Xuan obediently changed into it.
When he reappeared, Su Hua shook her head.
Even in this, he looked far too appealing.
"The olive-green set," she suggested next.
Lin Xuan changed again.
Still not right.
Another swap, another rejection.
"Hua Bao, really, it’s fine. I can just wear anything," Lin Xuan said, exasperated.
Su Hua pressed her lips together. "This isn’t something to take lightly."
She was already regretting agreeing to let Xuan attend Wang Dahe’s party.
The mere thought of women ogling him made her blood boil.
Resigned, Lin Xuan continued the fashion marathon.
By the sixth outfit, his phone rang—Wang Dahe calling.
"Xuanzi, when are you getting here?"
Lin Xuan usually arrived at least half an hour early. Now, with just ten minutes to go, there was still no sign of him.
Lin Xuan glanced at Su Hua and sighed. "Something came up. I’ll need another twenty minutes."
"What could possibly be more important than my birthday?" Wang Dahe grumbled.
"Nothing major. Just my girlfriend being clingy. Can’t leave until she’s satisfied," Lin Xuan replied, feigning helplessness.
"Honestly, having someone this attached is such a hassle."
Wang Dahe’s eye twitched.
Damn it.
Here he was, celebrating his birthday, and this jerk was flaunting his relationship.
Couldn’t he go one day without rubbing it in?
For a moment, Wang Dahe missed the days when Lin Xuan was still hopelessly chasing Qin Ruoyao.
At least back then, there was no lovey-dovey nonsense to endure.
"Whatever," Wang Dahe snapped. "Take your time."
"And Xuanzi? A word of advice—tone down the PDA. You know what they say: the louder the love, the quicker the crash."
With that, he hung up.
Luo Yuan sidled over. "What did Lin Xuan say? When’s he coming?"
Wang Dahe rolled his eyes. "He’s busy with President Su. Might be a while."
"Those two really are inseparable," Luo Yuan mused.
Wang Dahe’s expression darkened.
Oh, they were inseparable alright.
Always shoving their romance in his face.
"Luo Yuan," Wang Dahe sighed dramatically, "since Xuanzi’s taken, it’s just us single guys against the world now."
Luo Yuan gave him a sidelong glance. "Actually…"
Before he could finish, a sweet-faced woman approached. "Luo Yuan!"
Wang Dahe blinked. "And this is…?"
Luo Yuan grinned. "Meet my new girlfriend, Wang Xiaoxiao."
Turning to her, he added, "Xiaoxiao, this is my good friend Wang Dahe."
"Hello, Dahe Ge!" Wang Xiaoxiao greeted cheerfully.
Wang Dahe’s jaw dropped.
"Since when did you have a girlfriend?!"
Luo Yuan scratched his head. "Since yesterday."
Wang Xiaoxiao beamed. "I’ve been pursuing Luo Yuan for months. He finally said yes!"
Wang Dahe: "…"
Seriously?!
First Lin Xuan, now Luo Yuan. Was he the only one left single?
Screw this. No more dog food for him—he was getting himself a girlfriend too!
Back at Night Garden, Lin Xuan had changed two more times.
Both the stylist and the hairstylist were thoroughly perplexed.
Every outfit looked fantastic on him—why was President Su still unsatisfied?
Lin Xuan checked the time.
"Hua Bao, the party’s about to start. I really need to go. Let’s just stick with this one."
Su Hua hesitated.
If she kept making him change, he might think she was deliberately stalling to stop him from leaving.
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