Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1127 - 1129: Risking My Life for You, Yet Not Daring to Love You (Part 1)
Charles gave a cold reply to the female store manager, turned around, and walked past her.
Ji Chicheng followed in his steps.
Under the guidance of the female store manager, they arrived at a hall filled with models, each dress being extraordinary and refined.
"Just need to trim the edges on this one, nothing else needs to be changed."
"OK."
"Vic, Mr. Charles is here."
"Hello, Mr. Charles. I’m sorry to keep you waiting."
"Where’s the dress?"
A thin pink gauze was draped over the model’s shoulder; he took it off, wrapped it around the model’s waist from behind.
Then he tied a loose knot on the model’s right side, with just one loop.
He took another look, shook his head, dissatisfied.
He lifted the end of the gauze ribbon, pulled it open, took a pair of scissors from the side, and cut both ends of the ribbon, then tied them into two bows.
He placed it down, leaving it on the skirt near the thigh area.
A satisfied smile began to appear on his lips when suddenly, a voice from behind praised him, "Young Master Charles is truly amazing."
Instantly chased away the inexplicable sense of joy in his heart.
Ji Chicheng’s face turned cold.
The dress designer and the brand’s design director walked up to him, took a look at the little dress on the model and kept praising Ji Chicheng.
"Has Young Master Charles studied design? This is incredible, you’ve so easily helped us find inspiration."
"We were thinking before that a ribbon tied so casually would not only lack distinctiveness but also diminish the fashion sense, tying it into two bows immediately restored its playful charm."
They were not flattering; they genuinely thought it was wonderful.
Despite the compliments, Ji Chicheng remained expressionless, feeling no sense of achievement, and stared firmly at the dress.
However, Charles was quite proud, "If you could think of it too, then your last name would be Charles."
In his mind, the name Charles was like a divine name, supremely exalted, especially as the son of Charles.
"..."
The designer was left speechless by Charles’ words.
Charles did not look at their choked expressions, smiling as he turned to Ji Chicheng and said, "Chicheng, come and try these suits."
"I don’t want to try them."
Ji Chicheng refused Charles mercilessly.
He turned around and walked out without looking back.
Charles looked at his haughty back, feeling helpless, completely at a loss.
"Send them all to my car."
He instructed the female store manager and, with his long legs, caught up with Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng left the dress shop not getting into the car, but walking straight towards the street corner. At the corner, he stopped and watched the pedestrians coming and going on the street.
His steps hesitated for a moment, then continued, walking into the street.
Charles followed him, with bodyguards trailing behind, making them very conspicuous.
Some people even recognized Charles and secretly took photos of him with their phones.
Charles was very annoyed, held out his hand to an attendant beside him, who immediately understood and handed him his phone.
Charles took the phone, dialed a quick number, put the phone to his ear and said, "I’m at the shopping street, give the order, get people here to maintain order."
"Let’s go back."
Not waiting for the person on the other end of the call to respond, Ji Chicheng suddenly stopped, turned coldly, and headed back.
