On the third day, the suit Yu Qingchuan would wear to his birthday banquet was finished and delivered.
Su Lingyun delivered it herself.
The moment Yu Qingchuan received it, his eyes lit up. The design was beautiful.
Men at high-society banquets mostly wore tuxedos, which resembled suits but had a more romantic, elegant flair. This tuxedo fit Yu Qingchuan's figure perfectly, and the black satin gave it a touch of fluidity.
The most exquisite detail was the white shirt underneath. Its cuffs extended slightly beyond the jacket sleeves and were shaped like flower petals. Once Yu Qingchuan put it on, Su Lingyun stared in a daze for a moment.
As a fashion designer, she had seen countless handsome men and beautiful women. Yet in her entire career, the effect of Yu Qingchuan wearing this outfit easily ranked among her top three.
The young man stood tall and slender. Although he was under six feet, his proportions were excellent, with straight, long legs and a slim waist whose contours were enough to set hearts fluttering. The extended cuffs added an artistic touch that blended perfectly with his natural presence. He looked absolutely stunning!
Su Lingyun desperately wanted to take a picture.
She stole a glance at Lu Shiyi's reaction and read his thoughts with perfect accuracy: My wife is gorgeous. Just wait until tonight!
Lu Shiyi was indeed captivated by Yu Qingchuan's looks and bearing. He gazed at him without blinking, making no attempt to hide the love in his eyes.
Once again, he felt profoundly grateful that Yu Qingchuan was his.
The two gazes held different meanings but were equally scorching, leaving Yu Qingchuan a little embarrassed. He asked Lu Shiyi, "Brother Yi, if you think it fits, there's no need for alterations, right?"
He thought Su Lingyun was truly