Chapter 81: You Two Are A Perfect Match
Morning sunlight filtered through thick clouds, casting mottled light and shadows.
On both sides of the street, Ottoman-style buildings were neatly arranged, with exquisite carved balconies complementing the retro street lamps, exuding a strong French charm.
Chi Ye and Jin Xia stood at the hotel doorway, bidding farewell to the other three groups, then walked less than five minutes before shivering.
It was mainly the Empress Dowager who, upon learning last night that she would be “alone” with Chi Ye today, had been preparing.
Her usual “brown bear” style of dressing was ruthlessly abandoned due to her inner thoughts, replaced by a knee-length light blue wool coat, the hem gently swaying in the wind.
She had specially tied a delicate brown leather belt around her waist, outlining her perfectly slender waist.
She wore a white beret, with a few strands of chestnut long hair playfully hanging from under the brim beside her cheeks, her peach blossom eyes blinking, making her snow-white skin even more striking.
“Teacher Chi…”
“Cold?”
“Mm.” Jin Xia mumbled.
Chi Ye wasn’t surprised at all, pulling a black long down jacket from assistant Xiao Liu’s backpack: “You’re dressed like this and still cold?”
“I just wanted to look a bit prettier.” Jin Xia lowered her little head, stubbornly saying: “I’m okay, I can hold on!”
Chi Ye glanced sideways at her fair cheeks already reddened by the cold wind; she was too fair-skinned and tender, so any abnormality was obvious.
“Put it on.”
Chi Ye was mildly dominant, then threw out the “bait”: “Put it on and I’ll take you to do something fun.”
“Hm?!”
The Empress Dowager’s eyes lit up, immediately obediently slipping on the down jacket.
Chi Ye helped her zip it up, ensuring she was wrapped tightly, then took the balance bike that Sister Shang had “generously gifted” from the assistant.
“Have you played with this before?”
Chi Ye placed the balance bike on the ground, gesturing: “Get on and try.”
“Eh!”
The Empress Dowager had indeed seen one, but never played with something so “dangerous”; her peach blossom eyes brightened, and she eagerly wanted to try it.
“Careful, step on one foot first, don’t push so hard.”
Seeing her reckless appearance, Chi Ye hurried over to guide her.
“Oh oh, it’s fine, I can do it.”
The Empress Dowager said this, lightly stepping one foot on the balance bike, and just as she was about to lift the other, her body tilted: “Eh~”
A strong arm had appeared at her side at some point, supporting her slender waist; Chi Ye remained calm: “Slow down, don’t panic, don’t be nervous, I’m right beside you.”
“Phew…”
Jin Xia let out a long breath, seemingly unaware of Chi Ye’s arm, focusing seriously on learning the balance bike.
But she really hadn’t played before and couldn’t quite balance; Chi Ye had to reach out, hold her hand, and act as her “crutch”.
“Teacher Chi, Teacher Chi, it’s moving, it’s moving!”
Chi Ye: “……If you go any slower, I won’t be able to walk.”
“Oh… then I’ll go slower.”
Jin Xia hurriedly leaned her body back slightly, slowing the balance bike, then curiously looked at Chi Ye: “I see there’s another balance bike, why don’t you ride it? Walking must be tiring.”
Chi Ye: “If I go play, what if you fall?”
Jin Xia stared at him for a moment, then huffed: “Teacher Chi, stop teasing, you can’t control me, Jin something!”
Chi Ye: “…”
Of course, saying this, the Empress Dowager was obviously even happier inside, unable to hide the smile at her lips.
Behind them.
Watching the two “wheat” it up regardless of others, the program team was collectively speechless.
Director Li slapped his thigh: “Fuck, what did I do wrong to follow this group so early in the morning and watch this?!”
“Director, audience reaction is good, it’s exploding.”
The assistant gestured from the side.
Director Li glanced over and indeed saw that Chi Ye’s group’s live broadcast room bullet comments had exploded.
「Aaaah!! Really really! This must be real!」
「I knew it, Chi Pan Xia Yu forever!」
「If this isn’t real I’ll eat shit!」
「Kill all heretics!」
「The program team knows what’s up, as expected from the 《Jian Ni》 original team, they know what we like to watch.」
“《Jian Ni》 really knows what we like to watch.”
On the other side, the Shang Youshu and You Han group, on the same path but not far along, watched this scene; Sister Shang burst into stormy tears, shouting inside: Why, why is my partner You Han!!
You Han was one thing, but mainly, as soon as they stepped out, You Han’s gaze had been “affectionately” fixed on her.
And now, she had to see this…
I’m on a diet, can oily sugary mixtures stay away from me!!
Shang Youshu let out a roar from the depths of her soul.
“You Shu.” You Han, oblivious, hands in pockets, corners of his mouth tilted at forty-five degrees, staring at Chi Ye and Jin Xia ahead: “Should we play with the balance bike too?”
I want to play dump truck!
Vroom vroom vroom, I fuck you!!
Shang Youshu gave an awkward laugh: “No need, Han bro, let’s just take a car, the distance isn’t far anyway.”
Originally, her heart was set on Champs-Élysées, but for the sake of shipping CP, she had “generously” given the spot to Chi Ye and Jin Xia last night.
She chose the Seine River instead.
Not far apart, perfect for shipping CP along the way.
But…
Now she regretted it immensely—because of what happened in the middle of the night, she now only wanted to stay far away from Chi Ye, the farther the better!
“That’s fine, whatever you want.”
You Han smirked evilly, in an ultra bubbly voice: “I’ll listen to you~”
“…”
Shang Youshu fell silent, pulling out thick black sunglasses and putting them on: “Han bro, stop smiling, I can’t see now.”
You Han: “…”
Meanwhile.
The other two groups had already set off to their destinations.
Xiang You and Chu Luan Yu’s group was heading to the Eiffel Tower… and some comprehensive fighting gym today; Xiang You said he was going to challenge it, and no matter how Chu Luan Yu advised, he wouldn’t listen, so she had to let it be.
Teacher Wen and Jiang Cheng had the farthest itinerary, heading to Mont Saint-Michel Abbey, a car ride of about three or four hours—don’t ask why the farthest spot, because Teacher Wen wanted to show off.
At this moment.
The Xiang You group, closest to their destination, had gotten off; Xiang You wore a black tight windbreaker, red high heels, his long hair flying in the wind, nunchucks in his arms.
Chu Luan Yu walked silently beside him, subconsciously keeping two meters distance.
“What’s that smell… so pungent.”
As they entered an alley corner, Chu Luan Yu suddenly covered her nose, about to look up when her foot felt something soft—
“Ah!!”
She got a fright, screamed, and kicked away a dead mouse with one foot.
“Mouse, mouse!”
“What?! What’s wrong?!”
Xiang You, walking ahead, jolted and turned back, yelling “I’ll hit~” in a classic Bruce Lee pose, pulling out his nunchucks and swinging wildly, but too nervous, he hit himself twice, clutching his head in pain, still “alertly” scanning: “Enemy attack?! Is it an enemy attack?!”
Chu Luan Yu, still shaken: “This… how is there a dead mouse here?!”
“Mouse?!”
Xiang You reacted, rubbing his head as he stood, glancing at the alley mouth.
Not just mice, piles of garbage, and some indescribable excrement…
This is romantic Paris?
He smirked: “Mice are nothing, there’s shit too.”
Chu Luan Yu: “?!”
“Haha, you think why I wore high heels?”
Xiang You couldn’t hold back his grin, then walked back and forth gracefully, high heels clicking crisply on the ground.
The shit underfoot was as if “invisible” to him, all easily dodged by the heels—didn’t they invent high heels to dodge shit?
“See? Did you see? I can’t step on it, eh~ can’t step on it haha.”
Xiang You laughed smugly.
Chu Luan Yu: “…”
Is this guy brain-damaged…
Could Xiang You really be “prepared for a rainy day”?!
Contemporary Zhuge Liang?!
“Ouch.”
But just as Xiang You finished speaking, perhaps too smug, he didn’t notice and stepped right in it.
“……OMG.”
Chu Luan Yu was like her throat was gripped, covering her mouth, shaking her head and backing away.
“Fuck…!”
Xiang You was dumbfounded too.
The program team follow PD: “…”
I’m done with these two, what are they doing here?!
Click click click.
Just as everyone was dumbfounded, footsteps suddenly came from the alley.
Before anyone could react, a black man dashed out swiftly, grabbing Chu Luan Yu’s luxury bag from her shoulder as he passed, vanishing like a black whirlwind.
Everyone: “?!?!!”
“Fuck, a robber?!”
The program team was stunned.
Chu Luan Yu paled in fright, pointing into the distance: “My bag…!”
“Black dog!! Don’t run!”
Xiang You suddenly shouted, reacting and chasing in his high heels with extremely graceful steps.
Nunchucks swinging in hand: “I’ve trained in martial arts, don’t run!!”
“Don’t chase, don’t chase!”
The program team snapped out of it, terrified, hurrying to pull Xiang You back.
But no need; after two steps, Xiang You twisted his ankle in the heels and fell flat.
Everyone: “…”
“Is this a live broadcast accident?”
A program team member paled.
“Luckily… luckily there’s a delay, cut it, cut it!”
The person in charge hurriedly called.
……
Meanwhile.
The Chi Ye group had no idea the Xiang You group could be so entertaining.
He “supported” the Empress Dowager on the balance bike for a bit, then they got tired, decisively took a car, and soon arrived at nearby Champs-Élysées.
They got out and strolled this famous business street, with unlit Christmas trees on both sides, holiday vibes lingering.
Jin Xia wore thick cotton gloves, breathed on her hands, then closed her mouth, took a deep breath, breathed again… having a blast.
“Should we grab food first?”
Chi Ye checked the time and asked casually.
“No eating.”
“Hm?”
Chi Ye was surprised.
—Wasn’t the Empress Dowager the one who loved eating most?
“Something more important today.”
Jin Xia shook her head, looking smug: “Follow me, I’ll take you somewhere.”
Chi Ye was puzzled but followed the Empress Dowager through the crowded main street, winding around to a obscure shop with no logo.
“This is?”
Chi Ye was curious.
“Paris century-old tailor shop!”
“Tailor shop?!”
Chi Ye was dumbfounded.
Jin Xia had already pulled him inside; as for the program team—the shop was too small, the Empress Dowager didn’t let them in.
“Bienvenue（Welcome）”
Inside, a man in Central European-style clothes looked up, saw Jin Xia, stood immediately, and said warmly: “You’re here.”
“Mm, is the master I booked here?”
Jin Xia was always elegant and haughty in front of others; now with a faint smile, she conversed fluently in French.
Chi Ye couldn’t understand, but watching the effortless Empress Dowager, he felt a unique charm.
After five minutes of communication, Jin Xia nodded satisfied, her beautiful peach blossom eyes turning to Chi Ye, telling the man: “Donnez-lui le meilleur.”
—Give him the best.
The shop owner glanced at Chi Ye and nodded: “OK, OK.”
“Vous allez très bien ensemble（You two match well）.”
The man was savvy; soon, an old lady over sixty but spry, in a faded blue work uniform, came out, chatted briefly with Jin Xia, then eyed Chi Ye carefully, turned to fetch a measuring tape.
“Wait, what are we doing?”
Chi Ye finally got a chance, pulling the Empress Dowager aside: “Buying clothes?”
“Yeah, buying clothes for you.”
Jin Xia’s little face beamed, coquettishly: “I see you never treat yourself; rare trip to France, let me buy for you.”
“This shop does lots of haute couture, many of my clothes are made here, great quality. You have no endorsements now, but mind your public image; for events, galas, you need these.”
Chi Ye: “…”
“Not expensive, Teacher Chi, don’t worry.”
Jin Xia misunderstood, waving her little hand.
“No.”
Chi Ye shook his head: “Can we get a few more? Do them all this time!”
Jin Xia: “Ah?”
Chi Ye was of course joking; once inside, he saw the place was bigger than it looked.
The display had finely made ready-to-wear: a man’s black tailcoat, straight lines, exquisite buttons, every detail masterful, vaguely like what some foreign president wears on TV.
And a lady’s evening gown, skirt blooming like a flower, delicate lace and sparkling beads complementing perfectly, clearly expensive.
“One is enough, not too many, I’d feel bad.” Chi Ye said bluntly: “I’m afraid I can’t resist the temptation.”
“No.”
The Empress Dowager shook her head: “Need more, or you’ll hesitate to wear them!”
Chi Ye: “…”
“Don’t you trust my taste? You’d look super handsome.”
Seeing no reaction, she played her trump card, tugging his clothes coquettishly: “Teacher Chi, listen to me, okay~ I want to see you wear it.”
Chi Ye: Wear? I’d eat you right now!
At this moment, he suddenly understood why dominant CEO novels were so popular… everyone craves their own “dominant CEO”.
Mm, soft cute domineering dominant CEO is still a dominant CEO!
