Su Lingzhi teased, "Actually, if you told you were busy and couldn’t pick up for work, I would understand."
After saying that, Su Lingzhi obediently sat down and unwrapped her breakfast.
It was the buns and dumplings she wanted.
Su Lingzhi glanced sideways at him and had to admit, he treated her quite well.
From the ti they t until now, he never made her feel wronged.
Fu Yinli caught her gaze and slightly curved his lips, "Just a breakfast and you’re touched?"
"It’s not the breakfast that touched ..."
Su Lingzhi didn’t finish her sentence and handed him a bun.
Fu Yinli had already eaten breakfast, but didn’t refuse, taking a bite.
Su Lingzhi was montarily stunned, "Hold it."
"I’m full. I’ve already eaten."
...Su Lingzhi stiffened slightly and brought the bun to her own mouth, hesitating for a mont before biting the sa spot he had bitten.
A bit embarrassing, what’s going on...
Growing up, this was the first ti she ate sothing soone else had bitten, especially sothing bitten by a man...
Forget it, Su Lingzhi didn’t dwell on it further.
They had already shared kisses, so what’s this.
Thus, she quickly finished the entire bun.
In the car, the air beca inexplicably stuffy. Fu Yinli’s gaze shifted away lightly, his expression hard to read, gentle or otherwise.
As they neared the studio, Su Lingzhi said to him, "You don’t need to pick up this afternoon. They’re taking a few designers to a banquet."
"What kind of people will be at the banquet?"
"It’s said to be a banquet hosted by British Fashion Week, so it should be brand representatives, designers, fabric company representatives."
After a mont of silence, Fu Yinli said, "Send the address."
"I told you there’s no need. After the banquet, I’ll just go ho myself."
"Didn’t you say you needed embroidery? Left in a rush this morning and forgot the dress, I’ll deliver it to you tonight."
At his words, Su Lingzhi’s expression faltered, she was at a loss for a mont, then said, "You rember this quite well."
"Didn’t you say that things promised must be accomplished."
Su Lingzhi knew she was in the wrong and was montarily speechless.
Fu Yinli added, "Embroider when you’re free, don’t overwork yourself."
"Got it."
...
Upon arriving at the studio, Su Lingzhi propped her head up, daydreaming for a while.
She opened her computer and wrote a summary about the fashion show, among the thirty-plus pieces of haute couture, the three she participated in designing, one had the most bookings.
This also demonstrated Lyrae clients’ recognition of her.
Su Lingzhi went to the archives twice, and within two hours, she had completed her work.
With free ti, she opened TWI, the top entertainnt headline still related to her.
#LindieClarifies
#LindieEMMAInterview
Su Lingzhi found it boring and exited TWI.
She then opened her Ins account, previously sharing her past fashion designs and sources of inspiration.
After winning the British Young Designers Competition, her followers increased from fifty thousand to two hundred thousand.
Now, due to Lyrae’s fashion show, it rose to over a million, her direct ssages overflowing.
After a quick glance, she closed the app.
At this point, Jas sent her a ssage: [Hope the past days’ events haven’t troubled you]
Su Lingzhi opened her keyboard and replied: [No]
The other party responded: [That’s good]
Su Lingzhi turned off her phone.
By the ti work ended, she had changed into her gown.
Recently, because Rika often took her out, she left a gown in the office for ergencies, now was a perfect ti to use it.
The white gown had strong lines and drape, overall low-key.
With her hair down and light makeup, she joined the group, and took the company’s arranged vehicle to the banquet venue.
The banquet was held at a high-end hotel, the exterior illuminated to opulence, the venue inside adorned with six-figure crystal lamps.
Today, Rika wasn’t here, it was the n’s wear departnt design director leading the group.
Upon entering, a few people surrounded them with wine glasses, greeting their design director.
"Feel free, no need to follow around."
After the design director spoke, the designers scattered, finding food on their own.
This was a grand social event, the clinking of glasses and chatter endless.
Su Lingzhi arrived at a less crowded balcony, took a small cake, and found a place to sit.
At this mont, a figure descended and sat opposite her.
Su Lingzhi glanced up at him, paid no attention, and assud he was just another person tired from networking, casually finding a place to sit.
Feeling his gaze continuously fixated on her, Su Lingzhi began to feel uncomfortable.
She pursed her lips with the cake and asked him in Chinese, "Do we know each other?"
The man seed not much older than her, wearing a black suit, legs crossed on the rattan chair, his gaze intentionally unsettling.
He spoke, "Huangyang Entertainnt, my last na is Jiang, Chenglin."
Huangyang Entertainnt....
This na sounds so familiar.
At this mont, a girl in a pink evening gown appeared before her, silently standing by the man.
Because this girl resembled her mother sowhat, she rembered where she heard this na.
This girl was the artist that the agent nad Sister Li brought for an interview at Lyrae, Tong Yan.
And she seed to be from a company called Huangyang Entertainnt.
"President Jiang." Tong Yan’s delicate voice called out, her gaze soon eting Su Lingzhi’s, her expression remaining impassive.
Su Lingzhi hadn’t expected to encounter her here, and her boss too. Her gaze shifted from Tong Yan’s eyes to the man sitting opposite, "Sorry, I don’t know you and don’t want to."
"Miss Su." The man called out to her just in ti.
Su Lingzhi pretended not to hear, resolutely leaving.
The man’s emotions, all captured in Tong Yan’s eyes.
Tong Yan’s eyes filled with gray, tentatively asking, "Miss Su is indeed beautiful, did President Jiang take a liking to her?"
Jiang Chenglin’s eyes coolly rose, looking at her coldly, "Are we close?"
With these words, Tong Yan was instantly embarrassed, her face flushing red, "I ca to see you because of..."
Before she finished speaking, the man was already up, hand in pocket, walking away.
In the deep night, only his tall and slender figure could be seen, entering the venue.
Tong Yan’s figure stiffened in place, instinctively tightening the stem of the champagne glass, angrily downing the champagne within.
Huayang Entertainnt and Yan City Huangyang Entertainnt differed by only a word, but their status in the entertainnt circle was worlds apart. Sister Li brought her overseas to attend the banquet to find Jiang Chenglin, hoping for film resources, but unexpectedly disrupted by that designer nad Su Lingzhi.
"Tong Yan." Sister Li approached with a champagne glass, asking, "Did you see Jiang Chenglin?"
Tong Yan replied sulkily, "I did."
Sister Li looked around and asked, "Where is he?"
Tong Yan bitterly spoke out, "He’s been taken away by Su Lingzhi."
Upon hearing the na Su Lingzhi, Sister Li’s eyes lit up, "Are you talking about Lyrae’s designer?"
Seeing her happy expression, Tong Yan’s inner grievances surged, "Sister Li, don’t forget, it was her who left eliminated, if not for her, I’d be the popular one in entertainnt now."
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