The Superstar's Contracted Wife Has A System
Chapter 645: Does Your Hand Hurt? (5)

Chapter 645: Chapter 645: Does Your Hand Hurt? (5)

Evening gowns lined up in a row, Su Yanyi scratched her head, feeling a bit speechless. Up until this moment, she hadn’t really looked at them closely. It turned out to be a qipao, high-collared and sleeveless without showing too much leg, a light purple color that radiated nobility, elegance, and a hint of mysterious charm.

Although Qin Jiran’s outfit wasn’t a seasonally appropriate Tang suit and Hanfu or anything like that, it was quite normally a suit. However, the issue was that this suit was also a shade of purple. This peculiar color also gave Qin Jiran a headache— he couldn’t recall ever wearing a suit of this particular color before.

As for the clothes for the two chubby babies, they were also purple, identical mini Tang suits, no distinction made for gender, looking both luxurious and auspicious, which seemed very appropriate.

"Cough, you’ll definitely look good in the qipao," after fretting over his own suit for a moment, Qin Jiran then turned his attention to Su Yanyi’s attire. The beautiful qipao would surely suit Yanyi. Although Yanyi had put on some weight during her pregnancy, whether it was due to her unique physique or Heaven’s special favor, she had slimmed down by half over the past month and a half. Although still somewhat heavier than before, she appeared perfect in his eyes, not too skinny, not too plump, especially her increasingly fair skin, glowing and radiant, almost mouthwatering to look at.

Cough cough, what in the world was he fantasizing about? That really wasn’t appropriate!

"I look good in anything," Su Yanyi clearly had some disdain for the qipao, not because she disliked the dress itself, but she felt that wearing a qipao to a banquet hosted by foreigners was overdoing it. Su Yanyi believed she didn’t need to attend in such high-profile, elaborate attire.

"If you don’t like it, shall we change into something else?" Qin Jiran asked tentatively. A purple suit— oh heavens, his mother-in-law’s fashion sense was just too avant-garde; he really couldn’t handle it.

Su Yanyi glanced at Qin Jiran but then burst into laughter, teasingly saying, "What’s wrong, you don’t like this outfit? It was personally designed by mom, and she even consulted Di An about it. If mom finds out we attended a banquet and didn’t wear the clothes she prepared, what do you think the consequences would be?"

"...I don’t dislike it, it’s just that the color is too flamboyant, and I’m not used to it yet. Stop snickering. I’ll wear it, okay?" Qin Jiran explained, rather bemused. He really didn’t want his mother to find out about this, and it wasn’t that he disliked it, he just wasn’t used to it.

Qin Jiran had always been accustomed to keeping a low profile, as every move he made outside his home could potentially become the center of attention. Perhaps an occasional glance or a word could turn into a headline, which had made him used to being low-key and dressing normally, at least not in a way that would attract too much discussion. But this time it probably wouldn’t cause any stir since they were abroad and not many people would recognize him.

"Then let’s just wear them," Su Yanyi felt less troubled seeing someone else struggling more than her. There was always someone worse off, wasn’t there? Instantly, she felt more at ease.

Then the two of them started dressing the kids. Ideally, one parent for each child would have been perfect, but the problem was that some were so clumsy they couldn’t even manage to change a baby’s clothes properly, let alone being impatient or flustered, they ended up only getting one leg of their little girl into her clothes!

Meanwhile, Qin Jiran had already neatly dressed his son, looking sharp, dressed up like a little boy and looking very handsome indeed.

"Ah, ah!" Little Tangyuan, who wasn’t very mobile yet, suddenly became unhappy and started crying out "ah, ah," flailing his small hands constantly in the direction of Little Meatball.