Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 374 - 254: I Have Chosen Bright Red Curtains (First Update)

Chapter 374: Chapter 254: I Have Chosen Bright Red Curtains (First Update)

Shi Nian nodded and smiled, "Hmm."

Huangfu Huazhang then dismissed all the servants.

The large room emptied, with an ancient color and atmosphere washing over them. At this moment and place, there were only the two of them.

Huangfu Huazhang’s heart tightened, and his fingers couldn’t help but grip the cane tightly.

By nature, he disliked being unable to gracefully possess something. For those things he couldn’t possess gracefully, he’d rather not have them... but the situation before him was a matter of romance between a man and a woman.

He had never possessed it.

It’s laughable to think—35 years old, and yet he’d never truly experienced it.

Regarding this matter, he was both inexperienced and nervous, but he didn’t want to give up; he wanted it.

After thinking for a while, he decided to relinquish being proactive and chose to be passive.

He sat down then beckoned her, "Come, say whatever you want to my ear."

Shi Nian couldn’t help but chuckle gently, "Earlier, it was because there were people around that I needed to whisper to you, sir. Now that you’ve sent them away, there’s no need to whisper in your ear."

He raised an eyebrow and immediately rang the brass bell on the small tea table. Instantly, the servants reappeared around them.

Shi Nian felt both amused and slightly annoyed.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he raised his hand again to beckon her, "Whisper in my ear."

All of the servants in Huangfu Huazhang’s household were well-trained. Although they stood close by, not a single one lifted their head to look, nor did they show any expression. As servants, in the master’s home, they ought to be like living tools, and during private matters the master conducts, they should see themselves as a vase or a pot plant.

Even surrounded by the servants, Huangfu Huazhang could remain at ease, but Shi Nian ultimately felt somewhat uncomfortable. Even though the servants kept their heads bowed and brows lowered, showing a posture of averting their gaze and listening only to appropriate things, Shi Nian still felt tense.

So she had no choice but to walk around the tea table and lean down to whisper in his ear, "Sir, is it convenient to change your usual dressing habits a bit?"

He raised an eyebrow, "You’re saying that when you take me out on a date, I can’t wear the clothes I usually wear."

He didn’t use a question, but rather a statement.

Shi Nian nodded.

Huangfu Huazhang’s eyes suddenly widened, and a blazing light flashed in his clear, serene eyes. However, he managed to suppress it, softening the light into gentleness.

"Do you want to personally pair my outfit? — What I mean is, the style of dressing reflects a person’s mindset. Clothes can change endlessly, but the style and pairing of outfits remain relatively fixed. Since you wish for me to change into another style, I fear I cannot achieve this myself; it would be most fitting if you did it yourself."

Shi Nian laughed, "Sure."

As she spoke, she unconsciously gazed back at his spacious wardrobe, quietly clenching her fingertips.

Behind her, he could finally let himself smile freely, quietly letting his heart settle.

With a finger propping against his brow, he hummed lightly with a smile, "What’s there to be afraid of, just follow your instincts and choose whatever you like. Although the room isn’t small, and the clothes are plenty, I’ve always been so ’straight-laced,’ so the clothes chosen are largely similar. You just need to mentally subtract and divide them, and then there won’t be much left in the room, making it easier for you to choose."

His words made her chuckle involuntarily.

"Sir, I love hearing that."

Having said that, she didn’t hesitate, directly walking inside. Senmu, the servant attending to Huangfu Huazhang’s wardrobe, couldn’t help but glance in; upon seeing Shi Nian’s rather amateurish method of turning and selecting his meticulously ironed and neatly hung clothes as if browsing cucumbers at a market... his heart ached deeply.

Contrarily, the sir sat comfortably on the sofa, watching her busy figure, his lips curled high upwards.

Senmu couldn’t help but be a bit befuddled: the sir, who typically demanded near-obsessive order, was happy at a moment when someone was haphazardly handling his most personal garments!!!

Outside the wardrobe, winds stirred and clouds gathered, but Shi Nian didn’t notice. She focused solely on the clothes at hand. Yet, after sorting through them, she couldn’t find a single item she was completely satisfied with.

—It was simply because all of Huangfu Huazhang’s clothes were too exquisite, suitable for business and social occasions, with hardly any suitable for casual scenes. The few pieces of casual styles were golf or equestrian gear, which seemed odd in daily life.

Shi Nian felt helpless, choosing at last a relatively casual shirt paired with a wool cardigan. For the coat, she selected the most approachable color, a camel coat.

Fortunately, camel was fashionable in recent years; it could highlight the quality of wool, while itself being warmly approachable without looking too formal.

Bringing the clothes out for Huangfu Huazhang, she caught his slightly playful gaze.

His gaze fell on that coat.

Shi Nian suddenly realized, yes, last time when he complained about she always wearing all black, he changed to this camel coat. At the time, he also matched it with a classic plaid scarf from B brand, the scarf’s main color was also camel, with fine red stripes inside, adding a touch of vibrancy to the large area of camel, brightening up the coat itself.

Unexpectedly, after she herself picked and chose, she still aligned with his aesthetic. So his playfulness and joy were evident.

Shi Nian could only respond with a smile, "Last time, sir’s scarf was also nice."

He tilted his head and looked at her, "What’s nice about it? You like that brand?"

Shi Nian laughed, "No, I like that touch of red inside."

"Red?"

Huangfu Huazhang suddenly raised his head thinking, then abruptly turned back to the servant Senmu and said, "I heard from you last time that the samples of the curtains I ordered had arrived. I remember there was one made of bright red silk brocade."

Senmu opened his mouth, could only nod, "Yes."

When those samples were ordered, Senmu was actually quite shocked as well. The fabric orders by sir were all in bright colors, like bright red, rose red, lake blue, soft purple... Senmu nearly thought the sir had a temporary color blindness, to choose colors he never used before.

Huangfu Huazhang smiled with a curl of his lips, "Hmm, then go now and fetch that piece of material, cut out a scarf from it. Send it to me immediately."

Senmu was startled, widened his eyes, stood there for a long while, refusing to follow the order.

Huangfu Huazhang cast a glance at him, "Not going yet?"

Senmu, in a hurry, stammered too, repeatedly said, "Sir, that material is for curtains. Are you really thinking of wearing a curtain out?!"

Shi Nian was also shocked, quickly said, "Sir! I said matching with red looks good, it was just a saying, without red matching with black is also fine, please don’t use a curtain for this!"

Poor Huangfu Huazhang, in his previous life, perhaps couldn’t imagine that clothing needed to include an item in red, so at this moment he could only think of using the curtain.

He, however, laughed, gazing at her with a smile, "It’s alright, this is also chic."

He stopped there, but his gaze was fixed on her. Shi Nian turned her thought, promptly understood, clapped her hands and said, "Yes, just use that curtain!"

Seeing the young lady also agreed, and sir looked so happy, Senmu knew he couldn’t stop them and hence nodded, "Sir, miss, please wait a moment, I’ll go now."

He’s an excellent tailor, cutting a scarf, simply locking the edges, was not difficult for him.

The room quieted down again, with only Shi Nian and Huangfu Huazhang left inside.

He still sat there composedly, squinting his long eyes, smiling at her.

Shi Nian was at a loss of what to do, hastily turned around, pretending to appreciate the furnishings in his room.

— She didn’t want to ask why he ordered bright red curtains.

She didn’t ask, so he didn’t say.

This kind of not needing to say anything, yet both understanding the situation, was the kind of atmosphere he adapted to best.

For him, what’s important wasn’t to speak, but for her to understand.

Soon, Senmu folded the curtain-made scarf neatly, brought it on a tray.

He smiled as he stood up, reached out to take it, unfurled it, and wrapped it around his neck. Looking back at Shi Nian, "Do you like it?"

He didn’t ask, "Is it nice?" just "Do you like it?"

In this world, "Is it nice?" has no definite answer, at least a hundred opinions for a hundred people. But "Do you like it?" is an answer one can be sure in their heart. If you like it, then it is nice.

Shi Nian examined the bright red scarf. Red to the point of burning, red to the point of brilliance, the silk brocade intricately woven with endless simplified dragon and phoenix patterns. At first glance it seemed ethereal as clouds, close inspection revealed dragons entwined with phoenixes...

She gently closed her eyes, slowly said, "I like it."

He then laughed softly, relieved, reached out to hold her hand, turned to Senmu and said, "Tell them, this pattern is set. Have them rush the production. Don’t say it will take dozens of people three years to weave, have them scour the globe for skilled workers, add the cost to the price, I’ll cover it. One year, I’ll only give them one year, not a day longer will I wait."

Senmu glanced at Shi Nian, then bowed and retreated.

The two walked out the ancient castle door, Shi Nian glanced at the Rolls Royce that had already been brought over prepared, couldn’t help but look around, "Where’s Xia Zuo? Isn’t he always following you like a shadow?"