Chapter 91: Chapter 76: A Brilliant Little Idea

"Won’t Lady Delores find out?" he asked hesitantly. "If she does..."

Emma chuckled at his expression and waved her hand dismissively. "You silly boy. You don’t really think Lady Delores cares about little things like this, do you? After all, we—"

She seemed to remember something, but she swallowed her words before they could escape.

"Lady Delores has been very busy lately," she said evasively, picking up a box of decorations. "Besides, she’s in a good mood these days. She won’t blame me for something so minor."

"Is there a special occasion?" Having scored a free suit, Li Wei was quick to play the part of an eager subordinate, taking the box from Emma and walking with her out of the storeroom. "I haven’t seen her much lately."

"Well, yeah," Emma said, walking behind Li Wei. "Lady Delores rarely comes to the shop anyway. This is just one of her many... enterprises."

"I see," Li Wei nodded. "Thanks."

He remembered Lady Delores’s warning and didn’t ask any more questions.

At 12:30 PM, Li Wei returned to Bei Ling Ridge carrying a garment bag. He also had a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Anya had told him she was about to leave and would arrive at Bei Ling Ridge in an hour, so he needed to get ready.

Li Wei changed into the suit that Lady Delores had personally chosen for him.

Maybe it was his imagination, but as his physique reached 3.0, his figure became increasingly toned and perfect. Combined with the almost miraculous way a top-tier, handmade suit could flatter a body, the sharp tailoring further accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

The boy in the mirror instantly shed his high-school awkwardness, replaced by a handsomeness that was both aggressive and aristocratic.

Just then, Don Quixote pushed the door open. He froze for a moment upon seeing Li Wei, then let out a long sigh.

"I must remind you again," he continued. "Women are creatures more vicious than tigers, and they are also the most capable liars."

"Can you imagine? She could have just left her lover’s house. Then, when she runs into you on the road, she’ll still tear into you because your tie is crooked. My point is, she just betrayed you, but she can still criticize you without a second thought," Don Quixote rambled. "For a woman, ’not caught’ is the same as ’didn’t happen.’ She won’t even think she can be found out until you slap irrefutable proof down in front of her. Be wary of women, and be wary of every word they say."

"I’ll keep it in mind, Uncle," Li Wei replied casually while adjusting his tie in the mirror. "I won’t give her the chance."

"As long as you know." Don Quixote grumbled, heading to the fridge.

At 1:00 PM sharp, a gleaming black Mercedes S680 Night Edition pulled into Bei Ling Ridge, sleek as an elegant panther. Its rose-gold accent line shimmered in the sunlight, creating an absurd contrast with the pickup trucks and Toyotas in the neighbors’ driveways.

"She’s here," Li Wei said, seeing the car stop from the window. He grabbed the flowers and went downstairs. "I’m leaving, Uncle."

"Wait!" Don Quixote pointed at the car outside the window. "That’s here for you? That’s her car?"

"Yeah, Uncle," Li Wei said. He had deliberately held this back all day, waiting for this very moment. "So like I said, I’m not exactly a target for gold diggers."

Don Quixote’s expression shifted from shock to an indescribable complexity. The speech he had prepared about "women tricking you into having kids for child support" got stuck in his throat. In the end, he could only say:

"Protect your back... And remember what I said: women are creatures more vicious than tigers."

"I’m surprised you’re so philosophical, Uncle. And a double entendre, too."

Li Wei shook his head with a laugh, waved at him, and walked towards the Mercedes with the bouquet.

The car door slid open silently, and a fresh, luxurious citrus fragrance wafted out. The interior was, to his surprise, cream-white.

Anya was sitting in the back seat of the Mercedes. Today, she wore an ivory satin cocktail dress, her black hair styled in an exquisite updo.

"Good afternoon," Li Wei said as he got into the car, handing her the flowers. "These are for you."

"You know, giving flowers to Russians is a very particular affair," Anya said, taking the flowers. "If you don’t do it right, it’s easy to cause a misunderstanding."

Although she said that, she took the flowers without even counting them and placed them beside her.

’He got me flowers. I’m so happy!’

"Of course. I specifically asked someone," Li Wei said with a smile. "You’re supposed to give an odd number of flowers."

"You actually went and asked someone?" Anya raised an eyebrow, her voice suddenly rising. "That’s so— um, thank you."

Li Wei noticed that Anya’s attitude today seemed a little off. It completely lacked the cheerfulness and warmth she had when they first met.

He subconsciously glanced toward the driver’s seat.

A middle-aged Slavic woman with meticulously combed blonde hair and a ramrod-straight posture, dressed in a suit, was silently driving. Li Wei’s gaze went to the rearview mirror, and their eyes met.

Even though Auntie Kaja was driving up front, Anya couldn’t stop herself from looking at Li Wei. He was just too handsome today.

Anya had seen Li Wei’s fights, and the destructive yet spectacular nature of his matches had led her to fantasize quite a bit about his physique. But now, seeing that same body confined within a perfectly tailored, luxurious suit... it was utterly intoxicating.

Anya liked to imagine herself as a hopelessly romantic actress in an old movie; this was also the reason she once said she wanted to study in the United States of America. Yes, just like Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe. She was always writing and starring in her own movies, and those movies were her life.

’This suit fits him so perfectly,’ Anya thought. She wanted to scream and leap into his arms, wrapping them around his waist—but that would be far too embarrassing. Li Wei might think she was some vixen who threw herself at men. And so, Anya said nothing.

"You’re wearing a tie today?"

After a moment of silence, Anya broke it.

"Mm," Li Wei touched the tie on his chest. "I wanted to look a bit more formal."

"A tie isn’t right for this kind of occasion. It’s too serious," she said, picking up a small box from her side. "Take off the tie and fold this into your breast pocket."

Li Wei took it and saw it was a patterned pocket square.

Anya watched without blinking as Li Wei took the pocket square, folded it into a simple design, and tucked it into his suit’s breast pocket. Only then did she look away.

’Of course, this wasn’t just any pocket square. It was one-of-a-kind. In one corner, Anya had embroidered a teensy-tiny little heart using thread that was the exact same color as the border. No one would ever be able to see it—no one but her.’

’That way, no matter where Li Wei went, as long as he wore this pocket square, he would carry my heart with him.’

’It was her own brilliant little secret.’

"Not bad," she commented. "Now you look the part."

"Really?"

Li Wei looked down, failing to see how the pocket square was any better than the tie.

But he had always been one to take advice. If Anya said so, she must have a good reason. He was completely clueless about fashion and accessories, so listening to his female companion on such matters was never a mistake.

After leaving Bei Ling Ridge, the car drove smoothly for over half an hour before reaching the Dumbo neighborhood of Brooklyn. It was the most fashionable area in the entire borough. Not only could you admire the Manhattan skyline from the waterfront, but it was also filled with all kinds of boutiques, cafes, and bustling restaurants.

And in the most prominent location stood an art gallery, converted from one of the area’s signature red-brick buildings. Its bold design made it a distinctive feature in the Dumbo landscape.

"1816 Foundry’s Gate: The Reshaping of Light and Shadow," Li Wei read from the car window, then shook his head. "Honestly, I don’t get it."

"1816 is the year the founder of the Mellon Family was born," Anya said. "Let’s go. We’re here."