Chapter 29: Lin Ye’s Temper

Chapter 29: Lin Ye’s Temper

The boxer briefs were navy blue, with a texture that felt incredibly delicate and remarkably elastic. As soon as he put them on, Lin Ye immediately felt that they were far, far more comfortable than the budget briefs he usually bought—the kind that came three or four to a pack for thirty yuan. They were simply incomparable. If he had to point out one flaw, it was that they felt a little… small.

He reached out to grab the undershirt and leggings hanging on the other side. While the color matched the briefs, the material felt different, though Lin Ye couldn't quite put his finger on why. Regardless, the feel against his skin was exceptionally comfortable—light, thin, and breathable, yet without compromising any of the thermal retention one would expect from base layers. As he instinctively stretched his arms and legs, Lin Ye was pleasantly surprised to find that the set clung perfectly to his body, showing no signs of bunching or pulling even during wide movements.

He turned to check his reflection in the full-length mirror, confirming that everything looked perfectly fine. Although, upon closer inspection, there was still a tiny hint of discomfort, Lin Ye figured that as long as he kept his posture slightly hunched, it wouldn't be a major issue. After all, he was just here to be a model for the thermal wear.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Ye slowly opened the fitting room door. Before he had even taken half a step out, he saw over a dozen women standing in a row in Jiang Qingge’s office, staring intently in his direction.

"Huh?"

Lin Ye’s mouth twitched slightly as his eyes locked onto Jiang Qingge, who sat in the center of the group, smiling at him. Although he was wearing the full set of thermal underwear and nothing was exposed, base layers were, by nature, meant for home or to be worn under outer clothing. Standing there in nothing but his thermals, being scrutinized by a dozen beautiful women, was more than Lin Ye could handle; their gazes felt almost tangible. He could practically feel dozens of eyes roaming over him, a sensation that made his heart race with intense agitation.

He had expected only Jiang Qingge to be there. He never imagined she would drag every designer in the department over to watch. This was too much. She hadn't even given him a heads-up! This woman was truly…

"Alipay, ten thousand yuan received."

A notification chime rang out from the pocket of the clothes he had left behind in the fitting room.

"This is a high-priced thermal wear model I’ve hired, so don't waste time—get to work! You know, his time is very valuable," Jiang Qingge said, waving a hand to command her colleagues. She didn't forget to wink at Lin Ye, and most importantly, she shook her phone at him to signal that the funds had arrived—double the amount originally agreed upon. "Oh, and be gentle. This young man is very shy; don't scare off my expensive model. We might have future collaborations, after all."

Jiang Qingge yawned, her voice dripping with laziness.

"Understood, Boss! Where did you even find such a smooth-skinned, handsome guy? Hehe."

The beauties of the design department were highly organized. While instructing Lin Ye to perform various movements, they also asked him to describe the sensation of wearing the thermal set in detail. Others recorded these notes in their journals. After completing several routine poses, Lin Ye’s heart gradually calmed. The movements weren't difficult—just basic reaching, squatting, and leg lifts.

The beautiful women around him didn't do anything inappropriate, either. At most—at the very most—when they were checking the elasticity of the fabric, their hands would accidentally brush against his abdominal muscles. Most of the time, these women moved so quickly that Lin Ye didn't even realize he was being flirted with until it was already over.

About forty minutes later, the designers had collected all the data they needed. One of them finally asked, "Little brother, do you think there’s anything about this set that needs improvement?"

Having spent forty minutes getting used to being posed and questioned, Lin Ye answered instinctively: "The briefs are a bit small."

As soon as those words left his mouth, a five-second silence fell over the room. Then, every woman present turned her gaze toward the same spot. They had been looking during the process, but never as blatantly as this. Lin Ye realized his mistake the moment he spoke, but the sentence was only four words long; by the time his brain caught up, it was already too late.

"It does look a little small…"

"Right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Since the little guy is so handsome, it’s only natural he’d have some 'advantages,' right? Hehe."

Listening to the soft, giggling whispers around him, Lin Ye’s face turned red at a visible speed. In the last second before the situation spiraled out of control, he spun around and dove back into the fitting room. He had already made up his mind: he wouldn't come out until everyone had left!

Barely two seconds after he retreated, a peal of melodic laughter erupted in the office. Sitting on the stool inside the fitting room, Lin Ye grew angrier the more he thought about it. He never expected that the dignity he had maintained all morning would be destroyed in a matter of seconds. And Jiang Qingge, finding the chaos amusing, decided to pour fuel on the fire.

"By the way, Little Brother Lin Ye, you can keep the thermals. As for the briefs… do you need our design department to provide you with a size up?"

Jiang Qingge’s voice drifted through the door, unimpeded, and drilled straight into Lin Ye’s ears. He didn't even need to look to know she was laughing happily on the other side. To be bullied by a group of women to the point of hiding in a tiny fitting room—could Lin Ye take this? How did that saying go? "Endure for a moment and find peace, take a step back and the anger only grows." Even if these women were beautiful, this was unacceptable! As a seven-foot man, he had to let them know his temper today!

"Sister Jiang! I—"

"Alipay, ten thousand yuan received."

"What’s wrong? Little Brother Lin Ye, is there something you want to tell me?"

Jiang Qingge’s voice and the phone’s notification chimed in unison, cutting off Lin Ye’s attempt at a comeback.

"Sister Jiang, I was just saying, if there’s anything like this next time, remember to call me. I’ll be here at a moment’s notice!"