Clearing his throat, Chen spoke in a respectful tone, "Master Li Feng, I apologize for interrupting your leisure. I was just speaking with your…father, Master Li Ming. To put it simply, he has requested your presence at an event taking place in Elara."
A flicker of surprise crossed Li Feng's face. Elara, the capital city of Xinzhou? He raised an eyebrow at Chen. "Elara? That's an interesting request. If it's happening in the capital, it must be a significant event. Why wouldn't your father attend himself?"
"It's not a particularly significant event, Master," Chen explained. "Typically, someone from the Li family wouldn't even bother attending such a gathering. However, Master Ming believes it would be a beneficial experience for you. He wants you to go casually, and get a feel for the social scene."
A glimmer of understanding flickered in Li Feng's eyes as Chen explained the event's relative insignificance. His father he was offering a glimpse into high-society life.
"When and where is this event?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"The event is this very evening, Master," Chen replied, checking his notes. "It starts at seven o'clock and will be held at..."
Chen's sentence was cut short as Li Feng shot up from his armchair, his casual demeanor replaced with sudden urgency. "Seven o'clock?" he exclaimed, realization dawning.
"That doesn't leave much time! I have to leave for Elara by five at the latest to get ready. And speaking of getting ready," he glanced down at his attire, a comfortable but decidedly non-formal outfit, "I don't exactly have the most… appropriate clothing for such an event."
Chen, ever the calming influence, raised a placating hand. "Master, Master, please do not worry," he assured. "I will handle everything. We will find you a perfectly suitable suit. You can simply relax and focus on preparing yourself mentally. Consider this a chance to observe and learn."
A wave of relief washed over Li Feng. He knew he could rely on Chen's meticulousness and efficiency. "Thank you, Chen," he said, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. "You're a lifesaver."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver card. It wasn't just any card; it was connected to his mysterious system account. "Use this card first," he instructed, handing it to Chen. "For any initial expenses for the suit. If the amount isn't sufficient, you always have the access card my father provided."
Chen bowed his head in acceptance, taking the proffered card with reverence. "As you wish, Master," he said, a determined glint in his eyes. "I will ensure everything is arranged to the Best standard."
With a reassuring pat on Li Feng's shoulder, Chen excused himself and hurried away to make the necessary arrangements. Li Feng, left alone once again, turned back to the colossal TV screen.
A well-prepared lunch, meticulously crafted by the skilled chef, sat before Li Feng. As he savored the first bite, a notification buzzed on his phone, shattering the peaceful moment. He glanced at the screen, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
680,000 yuan had been debited from his account.
Nearly choking on his food, Li Feng fumbled with his phone, his heart hammering in his chest. The notification showed the transaction originated from a high-end suit shop.
"Expensive taste, Chen," Li Feng muttered under his breath, a mixture of annoyance and amusement bubbling within him. Spending nearly half a million yuan on a single suit seemed excessive, even with his newfound wealth. But knowing Chen's meticulous nature and desire for perfection, he understood.
He envisioned a luxurious, hand-stitched suit, tailored to perfection, likely crafted from the finest Italian wool. Perhaps, it even came with a pair of shoes that would feel like walking on clouds.
While the extravagance was a bit much to swallow, Li Feng couldn't help but be intrigued. What kind of suit would command such a price tag? He couldn't deny a sliver of curiosity about this soon-to-be addition to his wardrobe.
With a sigh, he resigned himself to Chen's choices. Debating wouldn't change anything. Besides, the suit was likely already on its way. He finished his lunch, the initial shock giving way to a resigned acceptance.
As he pushed back from the table, a smirk played on his lips. He couldn't wait to see the masterpiece Chen had chosen.
The afternoon sun streamed through the grand windows as Li Feng finished his lunch. Before he could even contemplate a leisurely walk through the gardens, a familiar figure entered the room. It was Chen, carrying a sleek black garment bag in his hand.
"Master," Chen announced, his voice crisp. "The suit has arrived."
Li Feng glanced at the clock. It was already late afternoon, Time was ticking. "Excellent," he said, rising from the table.
With a silent nod, Chen gestured towards the hallway. "If you'll follow me, Master, we can get you ready in your room."
Li Feng followed Chen, a hint of apprehension creeping into his mind. He knew Chen was meticulous, but this seemed a little excessive. As they reached his room, a young maid, seemingly summoned by Chen beforehand, curtsied and entered.
The sequence of events unfolded with a rapidness that left Li Feng feeling overwhelmed. Before he could protest, the maid, with practiced efficiency, began undressing him. A deep flush rose to his cheeks as he attempted to stammer out a refusal. However, Chen, his face set in a determined expression, ignored Li Feng's protests.
In the blink of an eye, Li Feng found himself standing in his underwear, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The maid, unfazed, took the suit from Chen and began to dress Li Feng with practiced ease. He shifted uncomfortably, his face burning red - a stark contrast to the sleek black fabric that now adorned him.
The maid worked quickly, expertly fitting the garment to his form. As she adjusted the collar and smoothed out any wrinkles, a mischievous glint appeared in Chen's eyes.
"See, Master," Chen said in a soothing tone, "there's no need to be embarrassed. This is simply how things are done in such situations."
Li Feng could only grumble under his breath, feeling like a pampered prince forced to submit to a royal ritual. Despite the awkwardness, he couldn't deny that the suit felt amazing. Soft, light, and perfectly tailored, it exuded an air of sophistication he hadn't expected.
Finally, once the maid finished and stepped back, Li Feng caught his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back was undeniably polished and debonair. Gone was the casual Li Feng of the morning; this was someone ready to navigate the high-stakes world of Elara.