Chapter 64: The Cheongsam Temptation 2

Aaaaaahhhh (the prairie dog screams!!)

So beautiful, so beautiful!!!

He wants one too, he wants one too!!

Wide sleeves, narrow sleeves, long sleeves, mid-length sleeves, short sleeves, sleeveless…

Open front, collar styles, button styles, hem designs, cut shoulders, bamboo leaf collars…

Ji Yuenian’s eyes were practically glued to them.

After Ji Haotong waved his hand, signaling the cheongsam models to step back, Ji Yuenian suddenly grabbed his older brother’s shoulder and shook him vigorously, his expression extremely excited.

“Bro, get me a set!!”

“Ah?!”

This time, Ji Haotong was the one dumbfounded.

If Ji Yuenian had asked him for the WeChat of one or more of the cheongsam models, he wouldn’t have found it strange. But now…

Ji Yuenian suddenly realized his own slip of the tongue was a little awkward. He hurriedly corrected himself and began to stall: “I mean, get me a set—I want to give it to my girlfriend.”

“Oh…” Ji Haotong muttered to himself, so it was to give to his girlfriend after all. He had actually thought his little brother had some strange fetish.

He crossed one leg over the other, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke. After pondering for a moment, he frowned and said,

“You say it’s for your girlfriend… let me think, she’s about 1.6 meters tall, right? She probably can’t pull off a cheongsam.”

“Just get a small size,” Ji Yuenian’s heart was practically pounding with excitement. A cheongsam really hit his XP just right—it was like it completely owned him!

“That’s true.” Ji Haotong rubbed his chin and nodded. Just as he was about to say something more, a thought struck him. He shoved a cheongsam design sketch from the table, along with a pen, into Ji Yuenian’s arms, revealing a mysterious smile.

“Add any elements you want. Once you finalize it, I’ll notify the workshop to start production. The finished product will be ready in less than half an hour.”

Hearing this, Ji Yuenian’s eyes lit up. Holding the design sketch and the pen, his hand moved involuntarily.

“I think this slit should…”

It must be said, born of the same mother, Ji Yuenian, though never formally trained in drawing, was naturally gifted, and with XP as his best teacher, he was basically self-taught.

Taking the modified design sketch, Ji Haotong raised an eyebrow. “The slit goes all the way to the back of the butt. Little brother, you really are a man ‘with passion,’ huh.”

“What’s wrong with being a lustful man?” Ji Yuenian retorted, utterly justified.

Just imagining standing in front of a full-length mirror, wearing a form-fitting cheongsam, with just a slight movement revealing that pale thigh and the faintly visible area between…

Aaaahhh~ no, it’s too much! He was about to nosebleed; he must be sick~~

He was actually excited!!

“Indeed, if you’re not lustful, can you really call yourself a man?”

Ji Haotong nodded deeply in agreement.

The two brothers discussed the details for a while longer and finalized the cheongsam’s features. Ji Haotong then called the workshop. After hanging up, he suddenly looked at Ji Yuenian, who was still holding the design sketch with growing interest.

“Little brother, how long until you’re legally an adult?”

“After the summer vacation this semester,” Ji Yuenian replied casually, then asked, “Why?”

“I’m thinking about what kind of birthday gift to prepare for you.” Saying that, a thoughtful look appeared in Ji Haotong’s eyes.

Night, Jiang residence.

“Eat more lamb!”

“Eat more chives!”

“Drink some big turtle soup!”

“Don’t forget red dates and goji berries!”

Jiang Chi stared at the mountain of food in front of him, his expression stiff.

Ever since Aunt Huang had been called over by his mother a few days ago, saying they wanted to formulate a strategy and cultivation plan for him, dishes like lamb, beef, and chives appeared frequently on the table, along with tonic supplements like goji berries, red dates, and cordyceps sinensis.

“Cough cough… Mom, Aunt Huang, I’m full,” Jiang Chi coughed lightly, eyeing the towering food on his plate.

“Eat more, this is your future capital!”

“Xiaorourou is right! A man must never say he can’t handle it!”

Saying that, Aunt Huang added a few pieces of lamb to a small plate beside Jiang Chi. Then Chen Mengrou brought over a bowl of shiny, hearty big turtle soup.

The heavy motherly love and the joy of timely nurturing made the two women happily engrossed in their task, completely ignoring the fact that the one they were “raising” was still a seventeen-year-old minor.

In the end, under the double supervision of his mother and Aunt Huang, Jiang Chi summoned every ounce of courage and willpower to finish every last bite in his bowl.

Night, bedroom.

Jiang Chi lay on his bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten so much lamb and chives, he thought;

Maybe he should have firmly refused the kindness of his mother and Aunt Huang, he thought;

Maybe he should see a doctor now, he thought…

The lamb and chives he had swallowed began to digest in his stomach, gradually producing a strange reaction.

As time passed, the food he had eaten seemed to transform into surging, scorching hot streams, rushing from his lower abdomen like molten lava straight up toward his crown!

Jiang Chi felt as if there was a blazing fire burning fiercely inside him, scorching his entire body, making every inch of his skin feel like it was about to ignite.

His face flushed a rosy red, like a freshly picked apple, that scorching heat seeming ready to melt his face away.

This unbearable burning sensation made him feel like he was inside a furnace, unable to escape the endless heat no matter what.

The air conditioner was on in the room, blowing a merciless 16-degree cold breeze across Jiang Chi’s face, yet it did nothing to relieve the burning inside. Instead, it made him feel even more uncomfortable and fiery, his lower body becoming strange—as if it too was about to catch fire!

That feeling…

Jiang Chi had read about it in related books; he knew exactly what was happening. His body was ‘虚不受补’—weak and unable to accept nourishment—he needed… that pure white hand, which unknowingly… began to reach down toward his crotch… seeking release…

No!

Jiang Chi shook his head violently.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the surging heat like a tidal wave inside him, constantly telling himself that the best thing now was to distract his mind. If only he could succeed in diverting his attention.

Then, he could chat with Qing Chan, chat with Qing Chan…

Thinking this, he quickly started a video call: the screen showed a girl in a cheongsam, and for a moment, Jiang Chi felt his breath catch!

The girl was dressed in a pure white, immaculate cheongsam embroidered with delicate pale blue blue lotus patterns, the craftsmanship astonishing. Even the cuffs of the long sleeves were done meticulously.

The low collar perfectly exposed her graceful, beautiful neck and sensuous collarbones. The long skirt completely covered her knees.

But a high slit on one side ran above her thigh, the fair skin there faintly visible, exuding an ultimate allure, silently telling endless stories of charm.

The cheongsam clung tightly to her figure, outlining her youthful and slender curves perfectly. With a slight bend of her waist, the blue lotus patterns seemed to dance with her movements, as if swaying gently in the breeze, adding a mysterious and enchanting beauty that made anyone’s gaze linger without wanting to look away.

“Eh, Senior Jiang, why are you nosebleeding?”