Chapter 23: Sunlight Sparkling

Chapter 23: Sunlight Sparkling

Sheng Xiyang lowered his head, watching Sheng Ai bend down to measure his waist.

At that moment, the sunlight shone in from the shop window, carrying a honey-colored warmth. It slanted across Sheng Ai's brows and glasses, making his face seem as if it were bathed in a halo of light, like countless glittering diamonds flashing before Sheng Xiyang's eyes.

The tape measure slowly tightened around his waist.

Sheng Xiyang instinctively straightened his posture.

"There's no need to be nervous," Sheng Ai glanced at him, his voice gentle, "and don't hold your breath."

Sheng Xiyang relaxed his body again.

Actually, he wasn't nervous.

It was just that Sheng Ai's touch made him feel somewhat... inexplicably uncomfortable.

After measuring his waist, Sheng Ai looked at the number and wrote it down in Mr. Xu's notebook, slightly frowning, "You're still too thin."

Sheng Xiyang subconsciously touched his own waist.

He said, "I'm not thin..."

Sheng Ai didn't give him much chance to speak further and continued measuring other parts of his body. Since he was only wearing a thin shirt, there was no need to be too concerned about it.

Sheng Xiyang thought Sheng Ai was quite professional.

He watched Sheng Ai write down the measurements on the paper. He had originally wanted to offer to help measure Sheng Ai, but Mr. Xu hadn't finished his work yet, and someone else had entered the shop.

The person who came in was a beautiful young woman.

Sheng Xiyang heard the bell ring, raised his head, and saw the woman walking in gracefully. She wore a dark green cheongsam, with an excellent figure, slender and curvaceous, holding a small folding fan in her hand.

As soon as she entered, she spoke in a slow, unhurried tone, "Mr. Xu—my dress isn't ready yet?"

"Xia'er, you've honored us with your presence," Mr. Xu wiped his sweat, smiling apologetically, "It's almost done. I was just checking it for Xiaoping. I'll write up the receipt for you now."

"You're so slow." Zhou Xia sneered lightly.

She turned her head and saw Sheng Ai standing in the shop.

In that instant, Sheng Xiyang noticed a change in Zhou Xia's expression.

"Oh," Zhou Xia smiled, slowly approaching, "Isn't this Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Xiyang glanced at Sheng Ai but couldn't read his expression.

Sheng Ai maintained his usual warm and friendly demeanor, "Miss Zhou, long heard of your fame." He paused briefly and introduced Sheng Xiyang to Zhou Xia, "My younger brother, Xiyang."

At the same time, he also introduced Zhou Xia to Sheng Xiyang, "You must have heard of her? Miss Zhou Xia, a movie star."

Sheng Xiyang, of course, had never heard of her.

But the woman named Zhou Xia, with her bright features, slightly curled hair, and a touch of allure, did indeed look like a movie star.

Sheng Xiyang nodded at Zhou Xia, "Hello, Miss Zhou."

Zhou Xia covered her mouth with a light laugh, her gaze returning to Sheng Ai, "Mr. Sheng—"

She always spoke in a drawn-out tone, which made Sheng Xiyang feel uncomfortable. Uncertain about the relationship between Zhou Xia and Sheng Ai, he knew that in ancient times, modern times, or even during The Republic of China, wealthy people often kept mistresses or actresses, so he couldn't be sure if Sheng Ai did the same...

Sheng Xiyang walked over to look at some clothes, but his ears were perked up listening.

Zhou Xia softly asked Sheng Ai, "Do you have time for tea this afternoon?"

"I'm busy with work," Sheng Ai replied, "I'm afraid I can't make it."

"Why is it that whenever someone invites you, you're always busy." Zhou Xia took a step forward, her painted nails almost touching Sheng Ai's collar, "Busy with this, busy with that, when will you be busy thinking about me?"

Sheng Xiyang lowered his head, pretending to look at the clothes, but his eyes were wide open.

It seemed he had stumbled upon some juicy gossip.

Could this Miss Zhou Xia really be his brother's...

However, in the next moment, Sheng Xiyang heard Sheng Ai suddenly call out to him, "Xiyang."

Sheng Xiyang paused, looking up, feeling guilty for eavesdropping.

But Sheng Ai merely smiled faintly and asked, "This afternoon, I'll have tea with Miss Zhou. Since you don't have classes anymore, why don't you join us?"

Zhou Xia's expression changed instantly.