Chapter 762: Chapter 759: An Hongyou
Sister Hua’s tone had a bit of fluctuation, her expression was utterly helpless.
The photographer shook his head with a pale face, "I also can’t understand her thoughts. President An was just in a eting, she said she would co right after it was over."
President An, who has so much to handle daily, personally coming to the studio is, of course, a splendid thing.
However, Sister Hua couldn’t find joy in it, the odds are she’s here to stir things up.
Just as she was thinking, the sound of high heels tapping rhythmically on the floor ca through.
The mont the sound echoed, the originally noisy studio quieted down considerably, leaving only the guidance of the long-haired photographer.
Everyone’s gaze simultaneously shifted to the door.
Click-clack.
As the high heel sound got louder, a city beauty in crystal high heels walked in.
She was wearing a uniform unique to city beauties, her legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, appearing exceptionally long and delicate.
Except for those high heels, her attire was rather ordinary, mundane.
However, the cold expression on her face and the temperant she exuded with every gesture were unattainable and could only be admired.
The mont the woman walked in, quite a few male colleagues in the studio began to breathe heavily, while the females showed timid expressions, the atmosphere imdiately subdued.
Even Sister Hua, who previously dominated the studio, showed a slightly weakened expression, and as the woman approached, she took the initiative to greet with a smile, "President An, you’ve arrived."
President An nodded lightly, her pretty face like an iceberg, intimidating: "Today’s work must be completed. Later, call in ten male models; I want to personally oversee."
Ten male models, which is quite costly, but to President An, it’s just a small matter.
In fact, she indeed has the qualifications.
An Hongyou, a female representative in Shanghai’s business circle, rated as one of Huaxia’s top ten businesswon in their thirties, has been on the cover of the dostic top won’s magazine "Beauty" several tis.
At only twenty-six years old, she already owns dozens of companies.
Of course, her achievents cannot be separated from her family background, but her own capabilities are also profound.
She is not only proficient in finance but also dabbles in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, with a natural sense for fashion. She graduated with excellent grades from Italy’s Marangoni Fashion Institute, and even after joining the business world, she hasn’t cut ties with her love for fashion design.
Many of Shi Xuan Company’s hot-selling clothing series co from An Hongyou’s design drafts.
This year, An Hongyou is at the peak of her inspiration, painstakingly designing the ’Huaxia Blue’ suit series, swearing to make an impact at Milan Fashion Week.
Unfortunately, she loves extravagance but couldn’t find anyone fitting to match the suits.
That’s what the photographer and An Hong were vexed about just now.
In retrospect, nearly a thousand models have tried on ’Huaxia Blue,’ yet not one could satisfy President An.
The queen’s arrival was impressive, but the photographer and Sister Hua couldn’t cheer up, feeling quite frustrated inside.
Despite their frustration, they dared not say no to President An’s orders.
The photographer nodded promptly, then I’ll go contact the models now.
Once An Hongyou nodded lightly, the photographer left the studio with a sigh of relief.
In reality, contacting models is sothing that can be arranged with a single call to the agency on the spot.
However, to avoid President An’s strong aura, the photographer wisely chose to run away.
Sister Hua also wanted to escape, but due to her significant position, she could only stay put.
To ease the queen’s agitation, she pointed to Xixi on the stage and said, "President An, this is the model for the ’Teddy Bear’ series, what do you think?"
An Hongyou glanced indifferently at the stage, her eyes glowing, clearly impressed by Xixi’s beauty and cuteness.
"Very good, a bit unfamiliar, is she from our company?"
Sister Hua was overjoyed inside, for with President An’s aloof nature, she rarely praised anyone. Normally, getting a nod from her is considered a high complint.
And "very good" ans the model is exceptionally pleasing to the eye, prompting President An to break her own rule and complint her.
"She isn’t yet, she was just invited by Huang Wen..."
Sister Hua briefly explained, and An Hongyou nodded slightly, "In that case, sign her once she’s done shooting."
She didn’t inquire, but instead spoke with a tone of certainty, Sister Hua nodded, "Alright, President An."
After her words, she introduced Qin Hao, "This is Mr. Qin, the father of that model Xixi..."
"Oh."
An Hongyou slightly turned her head, giving Qin Hao a sidelong glance.
It seed as if without Sister Hua’s introduction, she wouldn’t even spare him a look.
Qin Hao, who had been around the flower garden, wasn’t unfamiliar with arrogance, but soone like President An, who was both proud and beautiful, was rare.
Faced with beauties, even with a sowhat rude attitude, Qin Hao could accept it.
He nodded, his tone quite calm, "Hello."
However, An Hongyou did not respond but instead her beautiful eyes widened slightly, her gaze filled with a peculiar brilliance.
It was as if a painter had encountered a beautiful blue sky and white clouds.
"What’s your na?"
Rarely, An Hongyou took the initiative to inquire.
Before Qin Hao could open his mouth, Sister Hua covered her mouth with a look of disbelief.
The male colleagues nearby had similar reactions, many of them casting envious glances, their eyes fixed on Qin Hao.
President An actually took the initiative to ask for a na? And it’s a man?
In everyone’s impression, An Hongyou is as cold as an iceberg, rarely saying more than three sentences in conversations with people daily.
Not to ntion asking soone their na.
Moreover, due to her excellence, President An’s admirers could line up from the building to the Huangpu River.
She’s always had eyes above others, never giving any man another glance.
Now, not only is she looking at a man, but she’s also proactively asking for his na.
"Oh my, has President An taken an interest?"
Everyone’s thoughts were in turmoil, while Qin Hao was clueless.
Isn’t it just a normal question for a na? Do you need to exaggerate so much?
With a gentle smile, he replied, "My na is Qin Hao."
"Hmm."
An Hongyou responded softly, the brilliance in her eyes intensifying, a scene flashed deep in her mind.
It was Qin Hao wearing ’Huaxia Blue,’ standing on the stage at Milan Fashion Week.
When Qin Hao walked down the long T stage, enduring applause echoed through the venue.
An Hongyou could be sure that the man in her mind and in front of her is the model she’s been looking for.
Her inspiration for designing Huaxia Blue stemd from a fantasy of her other half.
She believed a real man should be romantic like the wind, warm as a painting, and as agile as a dragon. In terms of temperant, he should be both lazy and mature, passionate yet aloof.
Of course, An Hongyou initially thought the contradictory and perfect man in her fantasy was almost impossible to exist in the world, really wanting to find him should happen in another dinsion.
At that mont, upon seeing Qin Hao, an idea sparked, feeling as if she had found him.
The slight uplift at the corner of Qin Hao’s mouth, isn’t that laziness? And his young age yet being a father, isn’t that maturity?
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