Friday morning, Chen Qingqing was up early.

She thought what her mother had said the night before made a great deal of sense, and by the end of that call she had even started to feel faintly threatened.

So she decided to put an outfit together properly today and do a full face of makeup while she was at it. It was her way of telling any rivals in love who might be out there: this dumb pig Xu Ye is mine, and not one of you is taking him.

She opened the closet, and it was packed solid with fall and winter clothes — and that was only part of it. The things she didn't wear often had all been put away in a suitcase.

Which was when her decision paralysis set in again.

She pulled out one jacket after another, put each one on, and wasn't quite satisfied with any of them.

Seeing Zhang Ruowei getting out of bed, Chen Qingqing went straight over, took her by the arm and said quietly, "Ruowei, I'm going to Xu Ye's this weekend. Help me figure out which outfit to wear."

Zhang Ruowei guessed what Chen Qingqing was really up to on the first try.

So she teased her instead. "With a figure like yours, you look good in anything."

Chen Qingqing dropped her voice further. "I want a different style."

"All right. Let me see."

Zhang Ruowei knew exactly what Chen Qingqing was actually thinking. The time she went to Lisheng Capital to see Zhao Ming, she had spent a very long time on the same question herself.

So Zhang Ruowei, who had experience with this, picked a jacket for Chen Qingqing on the spot — a black-gray fleece.

"Wear this one with slim-fit pants and a pair of boots, and Xu Ye will absolutely sit up when he sees you."

"Oh."

Chen Qingqing took Zhang Ruowei's advice at once, changed into that outfit, took a quick look in the full-length mirror by the dorm door, and settled on it, thoroughly satisfied.

Chen Qingqing's usual style made her look exactly…