Chapter 42: Take Off Your Clothes

“I didn’t see Senior Brother just now. I’ll go upstairs and look for him now.” With that, Su Muyu hurriedly turned and headed for the elevator.

“Call him and ask where he is. If you don’t know where the formalwear is, call Assistant Chen,” Su Dao’an reminded her from behind.

“I got it,” Su Muyu replied, quickening her pace toward the elevator.

“Wait for me, Sis!” Su Muqing scurried after her.

But Su Dao’an held her back. “Let your sister have a moment alone with Xiaofeng.”

“That’s the last thing I’ll allow!” Su Muqing protested indignantly.

“You must, unless you’ve fallen for him yourself and want to marry him. If that’s the case, say so now—Xiaoyu’s feelings aren’t too deep yet, maybe there’s still time,” Su Dao’an said, gripping his younger daughter’s arm.

“Who would like someone like him?” Su Muqing huffed, half angry, half proud.

“Then come with me and meet the directors of the Association,” Su Dao’an said, leading her away to greet the council members of the Traditional Medicine Association.

…

Su Muyu entered the elevator, pressed the button for the sixth floor, then fished her phone out of her bag and called Lu Feng.

“Hello, Senior Brother? Where are you?”

“I’m a bit hungry. I’m looking for something to eat,” Lu Feng replied.

“Why not just call room service?” Su Muyu asked, puzzled.

“You can do that?” Lu Feng wasn’t familiar with the level of service in such a hotel.

“There’s plenty to eat at the banquet downstairs. Come up to the sixth floor first—I’ll help you pick a suit, then we’ll head down to eat,” Su Muyu said.

“Oh, but Xiaoxiao and the others haven’t eaten either,” Lu Feng said.

“I’ll call the front desk and have dinner sent to their room.”

“All right, then.”

A minute later, Lu Feng ran up the stairs and arrived on the sixth floor just as Su Muyu stepped out of the elevator.

She beckoned to him, “This way,” and swiped the room card at a door. Once they stepped inside, she closed the door behind them. To anyone passing by, it would have looked like a pair sneaking away for a clandestine tryst.

In the suite’s living room stood a rolling clothes rack lined with more than ten men’s formal suits.

To most, men’s formalwear all looks the same—just black suits. But even suits have their distinctions: those tailored at an ordinary shop make anyone look like an insurance salesman.

Su Muyu sifted through the rack, pulling out a suit, holding it against Lu Feng, then frowning and putting it back.

“Just grab any set, it’s all the same to me,” Lu Feng said indifferently.

“That won’t do. You’re attending the banquet tonight—you have to look presentable. Many esteemed scholars from the world of traditional medicine will be there. We must dress respectfully,” Su Muyu said as she continued choosing.

“Who’s coming?” Lu Feng had missed the afternoon’s gathering, having only just arrived.

“Master of Acupuncture, Li Guhe. Is that impressive enough?” Su Muyu’s voice was brimming with excitement.

She had dreamed of becoming Li Guhe’s student, having grown up on stories of his achievements, and even harbored something of a reverence for the Acupuncture King.

“Who? ‘Acupuncture King’? Isn’t he afraid that title will crush him?” Lu Feng said offhandedly.

To him, the best acupuncturist was the old man in Yunshan, and even he wouldn’t dare call himself the Acupuncture King. Now someone else bore the title, which rubbed Lu Feng the wrong way.

“What? You don't even know Master Li?” Su Muyu looked at him in disbelief.

“Is he that famous?”

“Of course! Master Li is a titan in traditional medicine. The lost acupuncture techniques of Mountain Fire and Heavenly Cool—he’s the only one left in the world who knows them!” Su Muyu’s eyes shone with admiration.

“Mountain Fire? The technique described in the Golden Needle Treatise?” Lu Feng asked.

“Yes, it’s been lost—now only Master Li knows it,” Su Muyu confirmed.

“Who says it’s lost? As far as I know, at least two people still know it, not counting this Master Li,” Lu Feng replied calmly.

“Really? Who else knows it?” Su Muyu’s curiosity was piqued.

Lu Feng raised his hand in front of her, then pointed at his own nose with a flourish.

“Come on, who else?” Su Muyu urged.

Exasperated, Lu Feng pointed at his nose again, more emphatically. “Didn’t you see? I meant myself.”

Su Muyu paused, barely suppressing a laugh. “You mean, you know it?”

“Of course,” Lu Feng said with utmost seriousness.

Su Muyu waved her hand dismissively. “You can joke with me, but don’t say things like that downstairs—the elders in traditional medicine are all very serious.”

“I’m not joking,” Lu Feng insisted.

Su Muyu finally picked a suit, held it against him, and nodded with satisfaction. “This one—black suit, white shirt, red bow tie. Looks great.”

Lu Feng, not particular about clothes, agreed. “This one, then.”

“Take your clothes off,” Su Muyu said, holding the suit.

Lu Feng hesitated. “Are you going to watch me change?”

A blush crept over Su Muyu’s cheeks. “I need to help you tidy up, especially the bow tie. You might not know how.”

“All right,” Lu Feng replied, not minding. He thought, I’ve already seen everything of yours—letting you look at me is only fair.

He undid his buttons and took off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing a well-built torso.

Su Muyu quickly lifted the suit higher to shield her eyes, handed him the dress shirt, and said, “Here, put this on first.”

Lu Feng slipped on the shirt.

“Now… take off your pants,” Su Muyu said, hiding her face behind the suit and handing over the dress trousers.

Lu Feng changed out of his slacks and pulled on the dress trousers.

“Are you done?” Su Muyu asked.

Lu Feng buckled his belt. “Ready.”

Only then did she lower the suit, look up, and burst out laughing when she saw him. She reached for his shirt and said, “The shirt needs to be tucked in, not left out.” She grabbed the tails of the shirt and began tucking them into his trousers. Halfway through, she seemed startled, as though bitten by a snake, and pulled her hand back.

Lu Feng finished tucking in the shirt himself. “How’s this?”

Su Muyu moved behind him to straighten his shirt and adjust his belt. “That’s better. Now lift your chin—I’ll tie your bow tie.”

Lu Feng obliged, exposing his collar.

Su Muyu stood on tiptoe to fix his bow tie, stepped back to take a look, straightened it, and said, “All done. You look great in a dress shirt, Senior Brother.”

“Is that it?” Lu Feng flexed his arms.

Su Muyu handed him the suit jacket. “Just put this on.”

Lu Feng did as told, added a lapel pin, combed his hair, and was ready for the banquet.

Su Muyu naturally took his arm, and together they headed downstairs.