The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress
Chapter 142 - 141: Want to make him a piece of clothing

Chapter 142: 141: Want to make him a piece of clothing

When Shi Weiqing saw this dress for the first time, the image of a little girl running toward him against the wind while wearing it instantly appeared in his mind.

He walked over to the mannequin, his fingertips lightly grazing the corner of the dress where crystals had yet to be sewn, gently caressing it.

"Does it look good?" The girl hooked her arm around his, tilting her head back to smile at him under the moonlight, her light brown eyes carrying a hint of pride.

"It looks beautiful." The man encircled her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace, resting his chin against the soft strands of hair on her head. "Zhizhi locked the door because of this?"

He had considered many possibilities but had never guessed the girl hid it from him for the sake of this dress.

Yu Zhi responded shyly with a soft "Mm," leaning against the man’s chest as she murmured softly, "I just didn’t think of the right way to tell you."

"Well then, now I’ll give you another chance."

"..."

The girl was carried by the man onto the sofa, where every word she said earned her one kiss from him.

By the time she had explained everything about U·M, her lips were swollen beyond recognition.

"No more kissing." Yu Zhi placed her palm over his lips, adamantly refusing to let him continue.

"I’m still angry." The man took her fingertip into his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly over the pad of her finger, but he couldn’t bring himself to bite down.

A tingling sensation traveled from her fingertips all the way to her heart, and the girl quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes misted with a faint haze.

Her lashes fluttered, casting a sultry shadow beneath her lower eyelid. "So what will it take for you to stop being angry?"

Shi Weiqing curled his lips into a grin, leaning in close to press his cold, thin lips against her delicate earlobe. As his breath brushed against her skin, he uttered two words: "Compensation."

This so-called compensation was something Yu Zhi was all too familiar with.

Without a sound, she reached her right hand around the man’s back, clutching the hem of his shirt. "My hand’s still a little sore."

The trace of clarity in her voice carried a faint hint of grievance—not overt, but still noticed by the man.

"You don’t need to use your hands. Try something else."

The girl froze for a couple of seconds before realizing just what "something else" meant.

"Not tonight..." Her cheeks flushed rosy, like cherry blossoms blooming in March, tempting and inviting.

Shi Weiqing’s dark eyes deepened, and the hand that held her waist had unwittingly slipped beneath the hem of her shirt.

"I meant in a few days," he rasped as he stroked the soft flesh, his voice slightly hoarse. "Will you?"

Yu Zhi pressed her lips together in embarrassment; after locking eyes with the man for a few seconds, she couldn’t withstand the silent pleading in his gaze and relented.

She nodded quickly, then scrambled off of him in a rush. "The dress isn’t finished yet."

Seeing the soft bundle in his arms suddenly break free, Shi Weiqing raised a bemused eyebrow and smiled lazily.

He reclined on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the graceful silhouette darting across the room, not budging even for a second.

Cutting sounds from the bedroom drifted over. The girl busied herself for a while, letting out a dispirited sigh as she set down the scissors.

For some reason, after finishing that starry blue dress, her inspiration seemed to dry up tonight, and no matter how she revised it, it didn’t look the way she envisioned.

Yu Zhi slowly turned around, holding a glass cup in her hand as she leaned against the desk, looking at the man seated not far from her.

After a few moments of silent exchange between them, the girl’s eyes lit up. She straightened her posture and slapped the cup back onto the desk.

"Zhizhi?" Shi Weiqing immediately recognized the peculiar glint in the girl’s expression. He could already tell what she had in mind.

Sure enough, in the next moment, she darted straight toward him.

"Shi Weiqing, be my model, will you?" Yu Zhi looked up at him, her star-like eyes sparkling brilliantly like the gems scattered across the night sky.

Before now, she had never thought of letting U·M sell men’s clothing; her initial goal had always been to break into the women’s market.

But now, the idea of seeing the man wearing clothes crafted by her own hands had changed that.

"Alright." Shi Weiqing never turned down any of the little girl’s requests. He compliantly stood beside the mannequin. "What now?"

"Let me take some measurements first." The girl held a soft measuring tape, tiptoeing to drape it across his shoulders.

Throughout this process, the man dared not move, worried he might disrupt her work.

Only after she finished recording his measurements—shoulder width and all—and seemed to zone out while staring at the fabric on the desk, did Shi Weiqing shuffle cautiously to her side.

"Zhizhi, what’s wrong?" He came up from behind and wrapped his arms around the girl, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

The man’s gentle voice seemed to soothe Yu Zhi’s restless mind, as she picked up a piece of black fabric. "There isn’t anything suitable here."

"What do you need? I’ll have someone send it over."

Yu Zhi turned around, her gaze sweeping over his figure once before clutching the collar of his shirt with her fingertips. "Do you have something like this?"

Shi Weiqing: "..."

How was he supposed to explain that this shirt had been purchased from a designer overseas?

Shi Weiqing paused for a couple of seconds. "Something similar, will that do?"

"That works." After all, she was only planning to make a sample tonight—not something she’d give the man to wear right away.

"Wait for me here." Shi Weiqing gently pinched her nose before strolling off to the master bedroom across the hall.

He picked up the phone resting on the nightstand, walking unhurriedly to the window as he dialed Chen Cai’s number.

The phone rang five or six times before a very official and serious voice answered on the other end. "Boss, what can I do for you?"

Chen Cai was currently out on the street with his brothers, drinking beer and grilling skewers.

When he saw his boss calling, he had quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth, only to nearly choke on it.

"Buy some fabric and deliver it."

Shi Weiqing furrowed his brows, pulling the phone slightly away from his ear to escape the noise in the background.

"Fabric?" Chen Cai wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly and turned the volume all the way up. "Boss, did you say fabric?"

"For clothes."

"You’re making clothes at home?"

"Yes." The man responded with a tinge of impatience, growing more regretful of employing such a dense subordinate.

"What color?" Chen Cai took a swig of beer and slapped the wooden table decisively. "Just tell me, I’ll get whatever you need!"

"Is that so?" Shi Weiqing’s tone carried a subtle, sarcastic smile.

"Of course! Just say the word—whether it’s climbing mountains or diving into—"

"Beep, beep, beep—"

The dial tone cut him off. Chen Cai stared at his phone for a couple of seconds before lifting it up high. "Huh? What’s going on? I’ve got signal, don’t I?"

He tapped the phone twice on the table, and a text message popped up at the top of the screen.

Chen Cai opened it, chuckling as he spoke to the man in black beside him. "Told you we’ve got signal!"

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