178: Chapter 178 Dilraba: Is it because I'm so young that I deserve to be last?!

Nowadays, people are used to buying ready-made clothes, and those who rely purely on custom Tailoring are few and far between.

Places that sell high-end fabrics are naturally hard to find.

Yang Mi had to pull quite a few strings before she could lock down a high-spec fabric store.

The family arrived at the fabric store and immediately switched into shopping spree mode.

Although the five women were female celebrities at the forefront of fashion with sharp eyes for daily outfits, they were completely lost when faced with various complex raw fabrics, only able to look at the colors to join in the fun.

Lin Chen, however, displayed an extremely professional eye.

With just a casual glance and a gentle rub of his fingers, the composition, texture, and drape of the fabric were clear to him.

It didn't take long before the family walked out of the fabric store carrying several large bundles of top-tier materials.

Immediately afterward, they rushed off to purchase professional tools like sewing machines.

Because Yang Mi had paved the way in advance, the entire process went smoothly, and they quickly gathered all the equipment.

Returning to the apartment fully loaded, the five women enthusiastically acted as porters, carrying the large and small bags upstairs.

Afterward, they lined up, puffing out their chests and tucking in their stomachs, staring at Lin Chen with curiosity.

Watching a man tailor clothes with their own eyes was a first for them.

"Staring at me like that, are you afraid I'll mess it up?" Lin Chen spread a piece of expensive black silk on the large dining table, smiling as he looked around at the five beauties.

The five little ones shook their heads like rattles. Yang Mi giggled, "We only have one hundred percent blind worship for our husband! We've just never seen clothes being made and wanted to broaden our horizons."

Lin Chen smiled, picked up a piece of white fabric, spread it directly on the dining table, and picked up the scissors to get to work.

Making clothes is a delicate craft.

Before a normal tailor starts, the first step is to take measurements.

A master craftsman with superb skills might even need to personally examine the customer's figure and temperament to make a custom fit.

But Lin Chen didn't need this process at all.

He had long ago measured the bodies of these five women countless times with his own hands and body.

Where they were full, where they were slender, the depths and dimensions were already engraved in his mind; there was no need for a tape measure at all.

Besides measurements, the second step is drawing the design.

With the blueprint, the third step is to use chalk to draw the cutting lines on the fabric, so as not to ruin the entire piece of cloth with one snip.

Only after completing these preparations would a tailor dare to make the first cut.

However, Lin Chen, who possessed grandmaster-level skills in Tailoring, fashion design, and painting, skipped these tedious steps entirely.

The perfect design plan had already formed in his mind.

The sharp scissors glided over the fabric; he didn't even need to draw lines.

Every cut was precise to the millimeter; a bit more would be too loose, a bit less would be too tight.

This is the terrifying aspect of maxed-out skills.

Standing at the pinnacle of the industry, any casual move is a dimensionality-reduction strike.

It was already one-thirty in the afternoon.

To buy materials, the five women hadn't even had time to eat lunch.

But they felt no hunger. The five beauties brought chairs and sat neatly in front of Lin Chen.

Their slender legs were crossed, the view under their skirts faintly visible, and their captivating eyes, filled with love, were locked tightly onto Lin Chen.

The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto Lin Chen's focused and handsome profile, casting a layer of charming golden light.

His deep eyes were like stars in the dark night; one look was enough to make one's legs go weak.

At this moment, the hearts of the five women were filled to the brim.

Their eyes could no longer contain anything else.

The man in front of them, wholeheartedly sewing battle robes for them, was their heaven, their pride, and their only reliance in this world.

Lin Chen threaded the needle with total concentration.

His movements were so fast they left afterimages, yet they were silky smooth, filled with an indescribable aesthetic of violence.

This wasn't just making clothes; it was clearly like wielding a brush and ink, sculpting a masterpiece for the ages.

As the saying goes, the great way is simple, and all paths lead to the same destination; any skill practiced to the pinnacle will sublimate into art.

In less than forty minutes, a pure white, heavily embroidered floor-length gown was declared complete.

Lin Chen held the hem of the dress and gave it a shake, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his mouth, and turned to look at his five beautiful wives sitting in a row.

The five fair and tender little ones instantly straightened their backs, staring at Lin Chen without moving, just like kindergarteners waiting for the teacher to hand out candy.

Their beautiful eyes were filled with nervousness and anticipation.

"Big Sister!" Lin Chen paused and called out.

Yang Mi covered her red lips in excitement, took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to Lin Chen with an alluring cat-like walk.

Lin Chen didn't rush to hand her the gown; instead, he turned her around, reached his hands into her thick, dark hair, and began to style it into an updo.

His long fingers danced nimbly through her hair, as if caressing piano keys.

This smooth operation left the other four women dumbfounded again. Their husband was actually good at doing hair too?

The shock only lasted a few seconds before dissipating. Anyway, their husband was omnipotent; it was better to get used to it.

"Go try it on."

Having completed a stunning vintage updo with just his hands, Lin Chen casually pinched Yang Mi's plump, perky buttocks, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

"Mmm!"

Yang Mi nodded happily, stood on tiptoes to give Lin Chen a forceful peck on the lips, and then, holding the ethereal long gown with both hands, wiggled her snake-like waist as she slipped into the bedroom.

The remaining four women stared at the bedroom door with envy, their hearts itching with impatience.

Although they hadn't seen the effect on her yet, Big Sister's stunning hairstyle was already impressive enough.

They weren't jealous, only expectant. Because it would soon be their turn.

Lin Chen lowered his head and continued to cut the next piece of fabric with fluid motions.

...

The bedroom door opened, and Yang Mi walked out gracefully, wearing the pure white haute couture gown.

"Wow!"

"My god! It's stunning!"

"I want one too! I want to wear one too!"

Dilraba and the other three looked at Yang Mi, who stood before them noble and cold, like a queen descending, and couldn't help but exclaim.

They swarmed around her, looking her over while stamping their feet in impatience, wishing they could put it on themselves immediately.

"The flowers embroidered on this look like they're alive; it's amazing!" Dilraba reached out her fair, tender hand, wanting to touch the embroidery on the hem.

Yang Mi nimbly dodged away and scolded, "Don't touch it! You have sweat on your hands; what if you get it dirty!"

"Tch!"

Dilraba rolled her eyes and muttered, "Stingy! When Husband makes my battle robe, it will definitely be more stunning than yours. By then, even if you beg me to look at it, I won't!"

Yang Mi walked to the full-length mirror in the living room, twisting her proud figure from side to side, admiring her own beauty with a face full of intoxication, and giggled, "Who cares if you look. Hurry up and help me judge, how is this outfit? It's passable, right?"

Dilraba and the other three women exchanged knowing looks, simultaneously gave Yang Mi a thumbs-down with their pinkies, and huffily turned back to sit on their chairs.

Yang Mi didn't mind at all and continued to radiate charm in front of the mirror.

From the fabric to the embroidery, this gown was the crystallization of the master's handiwork.

Compared to the red carpet starlet outfits that were always deep-V and backless, Lin Chen's design was relatively conservative.

The hem only revealed half of her snow-white calves, and the neckline was just right.

But it didn't detract from her sexiness at all; instead, it highlighted Yang Mi's noble and elegant queen-like aura to the fullest, making her look ethereal.

The most critical thing was that the cut fit every inch of her curves perfectly, and it didn't feel constricting at all.

You have to know, gowns borrowed by female celebrities for visual effect are often so tight they make one breathless; by the time they finish walking a red carpet, half their life is gone.

But this one, made by her husband's own hands, was as comfortable as a second skin.

This wasn't just a priceless piece of haute couture; it was the man's unmasked love and exclusive favor for her.

Thinking of this, an irrepressible blush of happiness bloomed on Yang Mi's exquisite face.

Beside the dining room.

Dilraba, Liu Shishi, Tong Liya, and Guli Nazha stared eagerly at Lin Chen's hands, looking like baby birds waiting to be fed, their legs rubbing together in impatience.

...

Under the gaze of four pairs of fiery eyes, the second gown was finally finished.

The four women instantly straightened their posture. Liu Shishi and Dilraba, those two little demons, took the initiative.

Liu Shishi pressed her jade hand to her red lips and blew several flying kisses at Lin Chen.

Dilraba raised two little fists to her head like ears, swayed back and forth, and pouted her full red lips, frantically acting cute and casting electric winks.

Lin Chen was amused and chuckled, shaking his head as he said, "Yaya!"

Tong Liya's beautiful eyes lit up instantly; she stood up in ecstasy and waved her little hand at the other three women in a show-off manner.

She ran to her husband with small steps and, without a word, cupped Lin Chen's face and kissed him heavily.

Lin Chen skillfully styled an exclusive hairdo for Tong Liya and then sent her into the room to change clothes.

At first glance, Tong Liya's style looked similar to Yang Mi's, but the effect on her was completely different.

Yang Mi leaned towards being graceful and luxurious, while Tong Liya fully displayed the cool, elegant charm of the Jiangnan water towns.

Clothes choose people, and temperament chooses clothes even more. This is the terrifying part of a master: Tailoring to the person and amplifying everyone's unique charm to the extreme.

Yang Mi and Tong Liya huddled in front of the mirror, complimenting each other and being vain. The remaining three could only wait eagerly.

Not long after, the third battle robe came out and was handed to Guli Nazha.

Following that was the fourth piece, which went to Liu Shishi.

In the end, only Dilraba was left sitting alone on the chair, miserable and lonely.

Watching her four good sisters wearing stunning gowns, vying for beauty in front of the mirror, while she could only watch with envy.

The little fairy Dilraba was terribly aggrieved; her big eyes were misty with water, feeling like a resentful wife cast into the cold palace.

Usually in bed, Husband loves her the most!

"Bad Husband! Why am I always at the bottom, ranked number five!" Dilraba wiggled her snake-like waist and threw a tantrum at Lin Chen angrily.

Lin Chen smiled, reached out to pinch her smooth cheek, and teased, "You are the youngest, and you joined the family last; if you aren't fifth, who is? Be good, I'm making yours the finale right now."

"Is it my fault for being the youngest and ending up last? That's unreasonable!"

Dilraba huffed, then tilted her little face up, pouting her moist red lips slightly, "Then I want double compensation!"

"Mwah!" Lin Chen lowered his head and planted a kiss, "Satisfied?"

"Not enough! That was only one kiss!"

Dilraba spread out her ten fair, tender fingers, "I want ten deep kisses!"