Chapter 91.1 : She Has to Make Mine First, So There’s No Time to Help You (Part 1)
"Help me custom-make a full set."
Zhao Xuan & Lu Tianren: !!?
"A-a-a… all of them!?"
Zhao Xuan was so excited that she completely lost control of her composure. Her facial expression went wild, and her long legs wrapped in black stockings wouldn't stop trembling!
Lu Tianren, standing behind her, was also stunned.
The Lu family usually had exclusive designers come to their home to custom-make formalwear for him and Lu Zhaozhao—but there were over twenty sample outfits laid out in front of them right now!
All of them, custom-made…
How much money would that cost!?
Yet seeing Zhao Xuan's utterly shattered expression control, Tang Qingmo merely frowned slightly.
"Is there a problem?"
"N-no! No problem at all!"
Oh my god!
This was a massive deal!
How could she possibly say there was a problem!?
How could she miss out on such a huge money-making opportunity!?
Tang Qingmo didn't pursue the matter further. He simply said coolly,
"I have a banquet to attend on Friday night. Make me one of the latest designs first."
"Alright! Of course!"
So the rumors really couldn't compare to seeing it in person!
A month ago, when Zhao Xuan had gone to 'instruct' Tang Feifei, she had constantly heard Tang Qingmo being belittled and badmouthed from Tang Feifei's mouth.
Because of that, when she was summoned by the Tang family today to take measurements, she had been rather nervous.
Yet what she saw instead was Tang Qingmo's handsome appearance, a physique stronger than she'd imagined, model-like long legs even in casual wear, and his incredibly generous spending…!
This was nothing like how Tang Feifei had described him!
Was Tang Feifei blind or what!?
But as far as Tang Qingmo was concerned, since the system had already told him that Zhao Xuan worked seriously and personally handcrafted every outfit, he simply couldn't be bothered to waste time selecting formalwear.
Anyway, he had perfectly legitimate reasons to make the Tang family pay.
"Please rest assured, Young Master Tang! I will definitely create the most eye-catching outfit of the entire event!"
At this point, Zhao Xuan had completely lost her usual "calm and reserved" image in the face of money. When facing Tang Qingmo, she looked like someone who had just seen the God of Wealth himself!
"Fine. I'll wait for your update." Tang Qingmo nodded casually, but then seemed to think of something and revealed a mischievous smile.
"Oh right, Miss Zhao. Before finishing my order, to ensure quality, please don't accept orders from any other clients—including my family."
"Huh?" Zhao Xuan was startled.
Not even the Tang family's other members?
Tang Qingmo crossed one leg over the other and smiled.
"As far as I know, when you take my family's orders, you must devote yourself fully and only work on them before accepting other business. Isn't that right? Then shouldn't I be treated the same?"
"Well… that is true, but since the number of outfits Young Master Tang needs is rather large…"
Zhao Xuan glanced at the samples she had brought—there were a full twenty sets!
On average, each piece took her a week to complete. In urgent cases, she could finish one in a few days—but twenty sets was a bit…
"As long as you give me satisfactory quality, your extra labor fee won't be lacking," Tang Qingmo said again, pulling out the black card.
"Please don't worry, Young Master Tang! I, Zhao Xuan, will focus wholeheartedly on making your formalwear!"
The moment she heard there would be additional compensation, Zhao Xuan immediately straightened up and even raised her hand in a salute.
"Good. If there's nothing else, you can leave."
"Yes! Understood!"
Zhao Xuan packed up her things as if carried by the wind. Her emotions were so high that she was a bit clumsy and flustered.
"Huh? Aren't you Zhao Xuan?"
Just then, Tang Aili, who had come downstairs from the bedroom, heard the commotion in the living room and walked over curiously.
"You're here at just the right time. I was just about to ask you to help custom-make my formal dress for Friday."
If it were any other time, Zhao Xuan would naturally have agreed—and then stayed up night after night to rush the dress out.