Help, I've become a paper man

Before Song Yi could reply, there was a knock on the door. He opened the door and met the housekeeper's eyes. He had an ominous premonition. His hand trembled and the towel fell to the ground. He didn't have time to pick it up before he was dragged away by the housekeeper.

It was indeed a "bad luck" for Song Yi.

He was first taken to be measured to confirm the data of the dress, and then he picked out a more suitable style from the continuous changes of clothes.

What's worse is that this time Song Yi had no choice. Yan Changyue called him via video and monitored his behavior throughout the process, giving him smiles and compliments at the right time.

Yan Changyue's usual sweet words appeared again, but even at this moment, they still worked on Song Yi.

At least he would give up trying to escape and stay here obediently, tolerating Yan Changyue's bossing him around, almost as if they were playing a game with him as the protagonist.

After all, the corresponding...

Song Yi could also see the scene on the opposite side. Yan Changyue over there lowered his eyes, looking down at the paper in his hand. In front of him was a cart-top table that was pulled from the side in front of him. A dozen paper documents were piled on it, blocking one side of Yan Changyue's hand, making it difficult to see the information on the paper.

He had no objection, mainly because besides this, he could also see the background over there. From the backrest behind Yan Changyue and the car window on the side of him, he could see the changing scenery outside. It was obviously a moving car.

All of them reflect Yan Changyue's work efforts.

Song Yi is a simple man. When he saw this scene, he thought more: the boss earns money and buys him clothes, so what does he have to complain about?

What's more, a few seconds later, when Song Yi began to feel a little annoyed and wanted to negotiate with Yan Changyue to change the game mode, the housekeeper passed by him and reached out to help the busy employees to tidy up the clothes on the models.

At the same time, the housekeeper said, "It is indeed a bit troublesome this time. Please bear with it for a while. You have to go to the banquet tomorrow and have a decent set of clothes."

Song Yi replied in a long voice: "My clothes are all quite presentable."

Although he didn't know the price, he could guess with his heels that there would be no bargain.

The housekeeper glanced at him and continued, "Of course, these are her clothes, so how could I be disappointed? However, I bought ready-made clothes before, without detailed sizes, and I never found the right one."

"I have a rare moment of free time now, so let's measure the detailed information first. You should know that Stardust's body will not change much. Even if you choose a different style in the future, the information measured can be used directly."

The principle was simple and easy to understand. Before Song Yi could respond perfunctorily, he heard Yan Changyue's laughter coming from the communicator. He immediately looked over, but could not see the pair of smiling eyes, only half of her profile.

The corners of Yan Changyue's lips curled up, but her hands did not stop moving, as if she was slowly writing something on the paper.

Is he correcting documents? Or taking notes? Song Yi guessed in his heart, and his expression softened.

In his sight, Yan Changyue was still wearing gloves, with the familiar black wrapping around his palms, and his long-sleeved shirt buttoned up. At first glance, only a small section of his white wrist was visible, shaking slightly with the movement of the pen.

"Song Yi? Song Yi?"

The housekeeper's voice rang out, pulling Song Yi back to his senses. He heard Yan Changyue's laughter again. Before he looked away, Yan Changyue raised her head with a smile on her curved brows, obviously because of his reaction.

Song Yi said "hmm" perfunctorily, his eyes still on the screen. Their gazes in this space seemed to be intersecting with each other.

"Will it embarrass you if I don't dress well?" Song Yi asked.

He didn't care that Yan Changyue laughed at him twice in a short period of time. Instead, he thought about whether his words and actions would make others laugh at Yan Changyue if there were people from other families tomorrow.

But these simple words made Yan Changyue's expression pause, maintaining a smile like a frozen mask, which remained still for more than three seconds. Just when he thought there was something wrong with the network, Yan Changyue let out a light breath, and the smile on her face slowly faded. She no longer had the brightness and straightforwardness just now, but instead had a bit more softness.

Yan Changyue said: "No, I took good care of you, in every way."

"You can do what you want to do according to your own preferences and don't pay too much attention to those guys. Like I said, you can leave the rest to me."

Song Yi responded again, his lips opened and closed, but he was unable to respond immediately.

The housekeeper said: "Indeed, he has been well taken care of, and his usual clothes are not bad. Although they are ready-made clothes, they are also knitted home-made."

This remark, which was inserted into the young couple's love, immediately sobered them up. They no longer maintained their sweet attitude and began to collect their thoughts.

Yan Changyue said: "This is what I should do."

The butler sneered.

Song Yi scratched his head and asked, "Is it a famous brand?"

The housekeeper didn't laugh this time, and said directly to Yan Changyue: "Master, my guess is correct. In life, your Xingchen is more focused on experience. He will make friends occasionally, but he will never use it for exploration."

Yan Changyue just smiled and didn't answer.

Song Yi said, "Not really. I still care about the surroundings."

The butler also asked: "Well, I can tentatively guess that you know that Stardust's talents are different. Not all of them are good at fighting. Some of them have better room for development in other fields?"

Song Yi smiled awkwardly and did not answer. He just waved his hand, using gestures to express "no", which was also a way of admitting defeat.

The butler nodded, as if he was satisfied, with a smile on his face, and continued: "The owner of the weaving is this type of stardust. From the name, you should have guessed it, and it is indeed a close answer."

"She is very busy at work and doesn't have much time to process custom orders, especially those that need to be made from scratch."

"It's rare for her to be free today, so we have to hurry up. I hope you can cooperate with us in the coming time."

The housekeeper's words were serious, and Song Yi nodded as well, as if a teacher and a student were giving instructions before a spring outing.

"Okay, butler, don't put too much pressure on him." Yan Changyue said, interrupting the atmosphere on their side, then raised her hand with a smile, as if she was about to say something, but her body shook, and the moving scenery outside the window stopped, as if it had encountered an emergency brake.

Yan Changyue said, "I'm sorry, I have to leave for a while, housekeeper, please take good care of him for me."

The moment the words fell, the screen went dark and the other party hung up, ending the video call.

Song Yi stood up subconsciously, and just as he took two steps forward towards the communication, he heard the butler's voice behind him, saying lightly:

"I'll take good care of you. Now, come back and choose your clothes."