When she got out of the car, she was on the phone with Gu Moming, who said that he would be back in a couple of days.
She didn’t hang up the phone until she exited the elevator, and along the way, she didn’t notice the bag in Shen Yanchen’s hand.
When changing shoes upon entering the house, Shen Yanchen said, "Tomorrow night, accompany me to attend a party."
Gu Qimiao was ecstatic at the thought of attending a party with him. However, her smile quickly froze, "Ah? I promised Mr. Fang in the afternoon that I would attend a party with him tomorrow."
Shen Yanchen didn’t expect this turn of events and immediately guessed that Fang Shaobei did it on purpose; both parties were at the same place tomorrow.
Gu Qimiao felt a sense of regret. If she could attend with Shen Yanchen, she could legitimately hold his hand in front of many people, even if they were just companions, she would feel happy.
Ah! What should she do? Should she agree to Shen Yanchen and then call Fang Shaobei to say she was unavailable tomorrow night?
But that seemed too unethical, valuing romance over friendship. Yet, it was such a rare opportunity, she was reluctant to miss it...
Why was it always that she and he had such ill-fated timing... If only he had called to invite her first...
As she was in a dilemma, he said nonchalantly, "It’s okay, I’ll just ask someone else."
Upon hearing this, Gu Qimiao lowered her head to change her shoes, masking the disappointment on her face.
He finished changing his shoes, then suddenly handed her a beautiful paper bag and said, "Wear this for tomorrow night."
Gu Qimiao took it in a daze. Seeing the bag adorned with small white illustrations of clothes and shoes, she asked, "Is it clothes?"
She hadn’t helped him much, how could she accept his clothes?
So she handed the bag back, "I can’t take it, keep it for your female companion."
He glanced down slightly before turning to walk towards the study, leaving behind a sentence, "It’s in your size."
Looking at the bag in her hand, Gu Qimiao felt a bit guilty, filled with both apology and regret.
Back in her room, she opened the bag, which contained a big box of the same color scheme as the bag, very delicate and beautiful.
Gu Qimiao was not familiar with fashion brands, but from the exquisite packaging, it was likely not cheap.
Opening the box, there were several compartments, and the first thing she saw was a dark blue dress, a dreamy and deep color.
She hurriedly shook out the dress and was instantly stunned by its beauty, a blue embroidered, long, grand dress.
The sleeves and neckline were of blue sheer fabric, embroidered with a few white flowers, off-the-shoulder, a mix of innocence and a hint of sensuality, the skirt hanging elegantly.
She turned and walked into the bathroom, eagerly putting on the dress and stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself.
The dark blue set off her complexion, making it appear even fairer, her delicate collarbone revealed by the off-the-shoulder design, and the high waist not only accentuated her small waist but also made her legs look long, the hem just reaching her ankles, everything was just right.
Then she glanced at the other small compartments, which included a pair of red low-heeled shoes, hairpins, and a necklace, but no earrings, because she didn’t have pierced ears. It turned out he had noticed this detail.
However, then she wondered, looking down at her chest, how did he know her size?
Previously, Fang Shaobei was also , the first time he gave her a dress, it fit perfectly.
Do men have the skill to accurately gauge a woman’s size just by glancing at her?
Putting on the heels and accessories, even she was stunned by the beauty in the mirror.
Then, lying on the bed, she grabbed her head in frustration. Why wasn’t she his female companion?!