Jiang Mian glanced at the resu Luo Ting handed her, "21 years old? Quite young, isn’t she? And with a finance background, being an assistant might be beneath her talents."
"Don’t worry, her parents pushed her into studying finance. Just look at what she’s good at."
Jiang Mian’s gaze fell on the application skills listed below.
[Photoshop, video editing, photography, text drafting...]
Even many of her awards were in video editing and dia-related fields.
She truly was a rebel at heart.
"I see she doesn’t live nearby. Does she have a place to stay? If not, I’ll arrange sothing."
"She’s got a place. The girl said she enjoys living alone because it gives her freedom, and with her chatty and clever personality..."
Jiang Mian’s eyes slightly curled, appearing half-asleep.
She checked her phone.
Hmm??
Her eyes landed on a red dot in front of the contact na "Slutty Dog".
Slutty Dog: [Where are you?]
Jiang Mian: [At ho]
Slutty Dog: [Okay, good]
???
Just five words in total. What was Fu Sichen up to?
"Ding Dong."
The doorbell rang.
Jiang Mian got up to open the door and was greeted by a line of neatly dressed people, looking like so kind of team.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Sorry, are you Mrs. Fu? We were sent by President Fu specifically to do your makeup."
Luo Ting ca over upon hearing the noise.
!!!
The speaking woman was all too familiar.
The most popular makeup artist in the entertainnt circle right now, Nini.
"Mrs. Fu, how may I..."
Jiang Mian didn’t imdiately guess what Fu Sichen was up to: "Co in."
The styling team entered one by one.
Before Jiang Mian could react, soone was already applying toner on her.
Her natural beauty was excellent, so the makeup artists didn’t change much, retaining her original aggressive allure while adding a touch of softness, displaying her beauty in full splendor.
Jiang Mian changed into a white lace cheongsam, outlining her exquisite figure. Though simple, the cheongsam accentuated her stunning bone structure, her deep, dark eyes sparkling, exuding a hard-to-describe charm.
"My goodness, I must get you that magazine shoot."
Luo Ting always knew Jiang Mian looked good in anything—a natural clotheshorse.
Surprisingly, after trying on the cheongsam last ti, she found every piece carried an extra hint of a story on her.
Nini looked at Jiang Mian with satisfaction: "Mrs. Fu, truly a natural beauty. Very pretty."
"Thank you, but it’s really your skilled hands."
Ten minutes later, Jiang Mian got into the car arranged by Fu Sichen.
Luo Ting struck up a conversation with the makeup artist Nini, standing beside her...
Inside the car.
The man in the backseat appeared sowhat weary, casually flipping through the docunts in his hands.
Xu Lai, sitting in the front, was slightly tense.
He only rembered yesterday that this was the Jiang Mian who used to join President Fu in variety shows.
It all felt familiar.
Could the two of them really be in that kind of relationship...
Jiang Mian leaned back comfortably on the rear seat cushion, Fu Sichen’s new car was much more comfortable than the big G.
Fu Sichen put down the docunts, his deep gaze resting on the indolently lounging Jiang Mian.
In her clean cheongsam, sitting down, a pair of slender, white legs intermittently visible through the slit of the cheongsam.
Even her languid deanor had a seductive allure.
Jiang Mian glanced sideways at the man’s faint gaze and glared at him: "What are you staring at?"
Fu Sichen, looking at the assertive woman in front of him, teased, "Mrs. Fu, still got bed hair at this ti of day..."
His voice trailed off with a faint, bone-chilling resonance.
Xu Lai instinctively hit the brakes.
Due to inertia, Jiang Mian subconsciously leaned forward, and just as her face was about to hit the cushion in front, Fu Sichen pulled her over.
Jiang Mian ended up leaning against Fu Sichen’s chest, her eyes carrying a hint of panic as she lifted her head to look at his clear-cut face.
This position...
Why does it feel so strange?
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