Shen Qingcong immediately saluted him and replied happily, "Yes, sir."
Xiao Chifeng looked at her playful demeanor, and a touch of tenderness flashed across his usually expressionless handsome face, the corner of his mouth slightly curved. He turned and walked away in wide strides.
Watching his tall and resolute figure moving away, Shen Qingcong made a victory sign with her hand, then hurried back to her room. She quickly changed into a fairy-like white embroidered lace dress that was oozing with Immortal Qi. The high-waisted fitted design perfectly exhibited her well-developed figure.
This dress was a gift from Gong Cen.
As Gong Cen told her, this dress was personally designed by Xiao Chifeng and tailor-made for her.
This was her first time wearing this fairy dress. Combined with her long, straight black hair that reached her waist and a pearl hair clip, she perfectly embodied the pure and vibrant aura of an eighteen-year-old girl.
Although she thought she looked quite good when she checked herself in the mirror, she couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. Would Xiao Chifeng like her in this dress?
When she stepped in front of Xiao Chifeng, she fixed her gaze on his reactions.
To be honest, she preferred more loose and comfortable casual wear for her personal style.
However, she knew that Xiao Chifeng always liked to see her dressed as a delicate lady. It was evident from the clothes, shoes, and jewelry that he had Gong Cen prepare for her, he intended to shape her into an outstanding lady of high society.
Oh, no, over the years, he not only provided her with teachers of various arts such as zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, ikebana, and tea ceremony, but also arranged an ancient martial arts master for her.
Moreover, she had to report to the army every winter and summer vacation.
He was aiming to cultivate her into an all-round lady who was both literary and martial, conquering all on the battlefield above, and a role-model female below!
Not until she noticed the flash of astonishment in Xiao Chifeng's eyes did Shen Qingcong finally exhale, showing him a radiant smile, playfully blinking at him, and asked in a soft voice, "Brother Xiao, do I look good?"
Xiao Chifeng nodded, "You look good! Let's get in the car."
Shen Qingcong quickly got into the passenger seat, glancing at Xiao Chifeng as he skillfully started the Hummer and sped towards the villa's exit.
But she missed noticing the slight blush on Xiao Chifeng's earlobes.
His mentality wasn't as cold and calm as she thought. Being watched by such a good-looking girl whom he had always taken care of, even Xiao Chifeng, who had been through many battles, felt a little flustered. His usually impassive heart seemed to start melting.
Xiao Chifeng was actually aware that beneath Shen Qingcong's pure and innocent exterior lay a mischievous heart.
He still remembered, three years ago, when Shen Daqiang brought Shen Qingcong to him. Back then, she was completely unconventional, dressed like a boy with a short haircut, wearing a skull-print T-shirt, ripped jeans, and a pair of black canvas shoes that also had skulls printed on them.
What gave Xiao Chifeng the most headache was that this girl, only fifteen years old, had a rebellious, fearless look in her eyes, as if she wouldn't be afraid even if you asked her to die at that moment.
When such a young girl showed so much fearlessness, Xiao Chifeng inexplicably felt heartache.
At that moment, he was indeed resentful toward Shen Daqiang who came to him asking for help.