Chapter 073: The Lingerie Shop Lady Boss

“Hey, wake up, wake up!” Li Huan was lost in a beautiful world of fantasy when suddenly his body jolted. He snapped open his eyes, only to realize he was standing in front of a life-sized, sultry mannequin in a daze, and the mannequin was dressed in a scandalously sexy leopard-print lingerie.

“See, look at your workmanship. How is there still a button here that hasn't been removed…” Li Huan, unsure how to dispel the awkwardness, noticed that on the front of the leopard-print lingerie, there was an invisible clasp. Fortunately, his keen eyes caught it—otherwise, it would have gone unnoticed.

“Ahem… If you don’t know, don’t just say anything, it’s embarrassing. This is a front-clasp style. Don’t tell me you don’t even know that?” Sun Feifei was starting to regret bringing Li Huan here; his behavior had been thoroughly lacking in decorum!

“I…” Li Huan wanted to retort, but after a moment’s thought, decided it was wiser to keep his mouth shut. This place was certainly not somewhere he belonged. Was there no rule forbidding men to enter such lingerie shops? Or did they simply think he was so handsome that they’d mercifully let him in just this once?

Sun Feifei, seeing the helpless expression on Li Huan’s face, finally couldn’t help but laugh. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “This is a domestic designer lingerie boutique, catering exclusively to the elite women of Zhonghai. They provide professional product design, and you can even purchase exclusive rights to a particular piece of lingerie. Of course, the prices are outrageous, but plenty of wealthy women burn money here. There’s only one shop like this in all of Zhonghai, and its profits far outstrip other luxury brands!”

“A lingerie shop this high-end, and they actually let men in? I just don’t get it. Is it some peculiar fetish of those rich women?” Li Huan was baffled. The business model was novel, but surely not all women shared such tastes.

“Of course not! What on earth is your mind always filled with? You’re the world’s biggest scoundrel!” Sun Feifei jabbed Li Huan’s waist with two fingers, glaring at him, then continued, “Couples or married pairs are allowed in. The changing rooms are spacious enough for two people…”

She stopped there, and Li Huan needed no further explanation. Lingerie is meant for a woman’s man to see, so naturally, a boutique with rooms for two lets lovers or spouses try on lingerie together.

This approach was bound to attract men to bring their wives, or even mistresses, for shopping—a hint of clandestine excitement that would satisfy most men’s cravings.

Li Huan speculated that the owner of this “Elegant Garments” design shop must have had such motives when promoting this consumption model. Then again, since it was a women’s lingerie brand, perhaps the owner was a reserved, yet passionate woman herself.

While he was pondering this with all his imagination, Sun Feifei’s next words confirmed his guess: “You actually know the other co-owner of this boutique. She’s here, and you’ll see her soon!”

“What?” Li Huan was stunned, not considering the deeper implications of “someone you know.” He genuinely had no idea which woman he knew who owned a high-end lingerie boutique.

“This set is lovely. I’m going to try it on. Want to come in and admire?” Sun Feifei, not inclined to explain further, pointed to a lace, see-through set in the premium section, picked it up with a finger, and asked Li Huan with a mischievous smile.

“Sure!” Li Huan instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing the teasing glint in Sun Feifei’s eyes, he changed his tune, flashed a wicked grin, and let his gaze linger on her ample chest, finally settling in the deep cleavage.

“In your dreams…” Sun Feifei saw Li Huan’s lecherous expression, instantly covered her chest, and turned into the changing room.

Nearby, the shop assistant glanced at Li Huan, seeming puzzled why he hadn’t followed his companion into the fitting room, but merely showed her curiosity and didn’t ask, instead brewing a cup of Blue Mountain coffee and bringing it to Li Huan.

Li Huan, who’d frequented coffee shops with friends, took a sip and realized that the so-called authentic Blue Mountain coffees he’d drunk elsewhere paled in comparison—this must be the real deal.

He knew that genuine Blue Mountain coffee was rare in the country; the yield was low and couldn’t possibly supply such massive daily consumption. Most offerings were counterfeit, sold under the Blue Mountain name.

Halfway through his coffee, Sun Feifei still hadn’t emerged, but from a barely noticeable office behind the counter, a woman stepped out. Li Huan looked up and was startled, nearly dropping his cup.

“How did you get in here?” Li Ruotong pushed open the office door and saw Li Huan lounging on the sofa in the waiting area, enjoying the genuine Blue Mountain coffee she’d brought back from abroad. Did he not realize this was a women’s lingerie shop?

“Walked in!” Li Huan put down his cup, grabbed a tissue to wipe off some spilled coffee, not understanding why Li Ruotong would ask such a silly question. Of course, his answer was equally absurd.

“Nonsense, what, did you crawl in then?” Li Ruotong wanted to roll her eyes at Li Huan, but with her staff nearby she couldn’t reveal her softer side. She strode over, pointed at the scandalously revealing lingerie on the mannequin, and said, “Take a good look. This is a women’s lingerie shop. Don’t tell me you’re here to buy lingerie for yourself. Do you have some kind of weird fetish?”

Ever since Li Huan had once caught a glimpse of her chest, Li Ruotong had harbored a grudge, never missing a chance to mock him—like now, when she could ridicule him to her heart’s content.

“I’m not!” Li Huan wanted to say he’d come with Sun Feifei, but thought better of it. This flamboyant boss would surely come up with something mortifying to tease him, so he decided not to invite trouble. Besides, he suspected there might be more than a simple superior-subordinate relationship between Li Ruotong and Sun Feifei—perhaps even a hint of flirtation.

“Just because you say you’re not? A grown man wandering a lingerie shop—either you’re peeping, or you have a perverse obsession with wearing women’s underwear. Should I introduce you to Thailand? I have friends there!” Li Ruotong seized the chance to slander Li Huan, eager to repay the favor for his earlier mischief.

“Do your friends still recognize you?” Though he knew she was his boss, Li Huan couldn’t help but retort at her tone.

“Nonsense, of course they do…” At first, Li Ruotong didn’t catch his meaning, but then she realized he was insinuating she’d had gender reassignment surgery in Thailand. Fury instantly overcame her, and she forgot all about maintaining her goddess-like composure in front of the staff. She raised her high heel and stomped it toward Li Huan’s crotch.

“What are you doing?” Li Huan was startled. He’d already witnessed her fiery temper before, but hadn’t expected her to strike so ruthlessly even with witnesses around. Her goddess aura was completely shattered.

He quickly spread his legs, dodging her aggressive kick. The seven or eight-centimeter heel slammed into the sofa, the tip pressing right against his crotch. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and sweat broke out on his back—he could almost feel the chill of a gust blowing through his nether regions.

The shop assistant stared in shock, as did the distant staff, all their attention riveted on the scene. But Li Ruotong was oblivious, still glaring furiously, about to stomp again…

“Ruotong, Li Huan, what are you two doing?” Sun Feifei’s startled voice called out from behind, in time to prevent Li Ruotong from inflicting further harm on Li Huan’s delicate parts.

Li Ruotong was dressed in a silvery professional suit with a skirt slit so high it revealed most of her creamy, curvaceous thighs. Under the boutique’s sexy lighting, the smooth sheen of her skin created an intoxicating atmosphere. One foot was planted on the floor, the other on the sliver of sofa space between Li Huan’s legs, her skirt flipped up to reveal purple lace panties, the fullness accentuating that mysterious triangle, making it all the more alluring.

Li Huan glanced down by accident, and his whole body stiffened, every cell suddenly alive, blood rushing, body temperature spiking. He didn’t even notice that a certain part was pitching a tent, until it pressed against the sole of Li Ruotong’s high heel…

“Ah… shameless!” Hearing Sun Feifei’s voice, Li Ruotong paused her attack, but as she turned to respond, she felt something pushing against her foot. She glanced down, saw Li Huan’s little tent, and was instantly scandalized.

Li Huan looked bewildered, not understanding what had triggered the woman this time. When he saw both Li Ruotong and the freshly emerged Sun Feifei staring at his lower body, he finally looked down—then, like a monkey with a hot tail, he sprang up, darting straight into the changing room where Sun Feifei had just tried on lingerie.