After leaving the stadium, Su Bai sat in his big G, hands resting on the steering wheel, still mulling over the matter of custom sports gear.
Wang Kaiping’s words were true, but for Su Bai, they weren’t much of a challenge.
Ordinary people couldn’t access the custom channels for top-tier athletes due to a lack of money and connections. But now, he held control of Bai Ye Holdings and had a dedicated high-end luxury clothing line under his command—plenty of money, plenty of people.
On top of that, he had an S-class fashion designer at his disposal.
Lu Yuning.
Though Ningning was a bit socially anxious, her talent in fashion design and ergonomic tailoring was S-class, certified by the system.
Thinking this, Su Bai started the engine, turned the car around, and headed toward East Lake Private Club.
Night had fallen. The East Lake Club was nestled among shimmering lake waters and greenery, exuding an air of quiet luxury.
Su Bai parked the big G in his designated spot and strode into the main building.
“Hello, President Su!”
“Good evening, Boss!”
Along the way, the managers, waitstaff, and security guards on duty stopped and bowed respectfully.
Su Bai nodded slightly in acknowledgment, took the private elevator straight up, and arrived at Lu Yuning’s office-cum-bedroom.
To make it convenient for Lu Yuning to work on designs, Su Bai had specifically arranged a large suite for her on the top floor. It included not only a bedroom for daily living but also a professional studio filled with fabrics, design drawings, and mannequins, all connected.
“Knock, knock.”
Su Bai raised his hand and tapped on the door.
“Come in.”
A soft, whisper-like voice came from inside.
Su Bai pushed the door open. The faint scent of gardenia mixed with the fresh smell of new fabrics wafted toward him.
The room was bathed in soft lighting. Lu Yuning was standing before a half-finished mannequin, holding a tape measure and scissors, focused on adjusting the folds of fabric.
She was dressed casually today—an oversized beige knit sweater with a loose neckline that slanted to one side, revealing a delicate collarbone and a smooth, rounded shoulder. Below, she wore simple black yoga pants that accentuated her shapely, lifted hips and long legs.
Hearing the door open, she turned her head instinctively.
When she saw it was Su Bai, her clear, bright eyes lit up with surprise, and she nearly dropped the scissors.
“Boss? Why… why are you here at this hour?”
Lu Yuning put down her tools nervously and trotted over to greet him.
As she hurried, her movements were slightly rushed, radiating a youthful, alluring energy.
Su Bai walked to the sofa and sat down, watching her fluster as she poured him water. He couldn’t help but smile. “What, not happy to see me?”
“No, no!”
Lu Yuning quickly handed him the warm water, her pretty face flushing faintly.
She lowered her head, her hands twisting together nervously, and murmured quietly, “I just think… haven’t you been coming to see me a bit too often lately?”
She glanced up at Su Bai shyly, then quickly looked down, her voice growing softer. “Will the other sisters get jealous if they find out? Especially Sister Jialu and Sister Yusheng…”
Although she had fully devoted herself to Su Bai, even engraving his name in her heart after that tender night, her innate shyness and gentle nature still left her feeling like a timid, bashful little wife in his presence.
Seeing her overwhelmed and cautious demeanor, Su Bai couldn’t resist. He reached out, took her wrist, and gently pulled her down to sit beside him.
Lu Yuning let out a soft gasp, her body relaxing as she leaned against him.
Inhaling the faint fragrance from her hair, Su Bai patted her shoulder with a righteous air and said seriously, “What are you imagining? I’m here for business today.”
“Business?”
Lu Yuning looked up at him from his warm, broad chest, blinking in confusion.
“Yes, business.” Su Bai kept a straight face, his tone as serious as if he were chairing a board meeting. “I’m planning to have our clothing line under Bai Ye Holdings develop a new business segment—high-end custom sports gear.”
“From now on, our outdoor sports equipment, fitness wear, shoes, hats, and so on can all be custom-made. So, my first stop is naturally to come to you, our lead designer, to discuss the plan.”
At the words “custom sports gear,” Lu Yuning’s body stiffened slightly.
Her mind immediately jumped to something from a few days ago.
Just days earlier, Su Bai had taken care of the head housekeeper, Zhou Jialu…
Back then, Su Bai had ordered over thirty sets of various quirky clothes online.
Thinking of this, Lu Yuning’s thoughts quickly derailed.
She assumed the “sports gear” Su Bai mentioned was the kind of special gear used in specific scenarios.
After all, she had firsthand experience with her boss’s creativity and stamina in certain areas.
Lu Yuning’s face turned crimson, even her earlobes blushing pink.
She bit her lower lip slightly, shifted her body shyly, and extended her slender fingers to trace gentle circles on Su Bai’s chest. Her voice was sweet and soft. “Boss… if you want that kind of clothes, just say so directly. No need to use business as an excuse…”
“Designing that kind of clothing isn’t hard. I could use high-elasticity microfiber fabric, combined with ergonomic cutting, to ensure it’s both form-fitting and convenient… convenient for you…”
Her voice trailed off to almost nothing on the last two words, and she seemed ready to burrow into Su Bai’s arms.
She was already starting to mentally sketch out what color lace and sheer mesh to use for his preferred “activewear.”
Listening, Su Bai was completely stunned.
Looking at the blushing, wildly imaginative S-class designer in his arms, he felt both amused and exasperated.
This girl—usually so shy and innocent—where was all this imagination coming from?
“Hold on, hold on!”
Su Bai pinched her slightly flushed cheek, cutting off her runaway thoughts with a helpless smile.
“Ningning, what’s going on in that little head of yours?”
He shook his head, still smiling sheepishly, as he clarified, “When I say sports gear, I mean proper sports gear! The kind for hiking outdoors, climbing mountains, or running—professional windbreakers, quick-dry clothes, running shoes, and knee pads!”
“Ah?”
Lu Yuning froze completely.
She looked up, her big, watery eyes full of shock and confusion.
“Proper… sports gear?” she repeated, almost unconsciously.
“What else did you think?” Su Bai said, lightly flicking her forehead in exasperation. “I took Yunsheng for a physical fitness test today, and her stats across the board are excellent. But the mass-market sportswear and shoes out there just can’t match her movement habits and joint structure.”
“So I thought, I’d have you design the most suitable professional outdoor gear for each of them, based on their individual body data and muscle activation patterns. Things like high-support sports bras, windproof and breathable hiking jackets, and custom running shoes that protect the knee joints.”
Su Bai laid it out point by point, his tone utterly sincere.
As the series of professional terms—like “cardiorespiratory endurance,” “joint protection,” and “fabric breathability”—rolled off Su Bai’s tongue, Lu Yuning finally came to her senses.
So... her boss was talking about real, legitimate sports equipment.
It was she who had gotten the wrong idea!
The moment she recalled how she had just blurted out things like “convenient for...” and “high-elasticity fibers” in front of Su Bai, a wave of heat rushed straight to her head.
A deep flush spread from her cheeks all the way to her neck, her face turning so red it looked like it was about to drip water. Humiliated, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl right into it.

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