Ding Ruola escaped from Fang Siyan's embrace. If they got any closer, she was sure she wouldn't be able to resist.
In a flurry, due to Ding Ruola's sudden movement, the books in Fang Siyan's arms fell directly to the ground.
The contents sandwiched between the books were also exposed under the light. Before Fang Siyan could react, Ding Ruola had already squatted down on the ground, gathering all the books up and tucking the pink envelope deeper into the stack.
If Old Fang saw this, he'd get angry again.
As Ding Ruola organized the books, she adjusted the muscles on her face, trying not to let them look so stiff.
"Let's go!"
Under the city lights, there were many couples, but the truly devoted ones were few and far between.
Ding Ruola was already overwhelmed by her study tasks, and now there was an extra order in her hands.
A wedding dress for a runaway bride?
Looking at the client's requirements, she thought it was self - contradictory.
Could it be that this bride was a philosophy student, even wanting to dialectically unify the contradictions of things on her wedding day?
On the LCD screen, the tiny words were so dense that Ding Ruola's head ached.
She couldn't handle this in the library, so she finally decided to go back to the studio.
The studio wasn't far from the school. It took less than half an hour by taxi.
As soon as she climbed the stairs, Ding Ruola saw Mei Xuejian standing at the door with a sheepish look on his face.
"Ruoruo, I'm sorry about that day. I really didn't know how to get rid of the daughter of the Su family."
Ding Ruola had already forgotten about it. Her good mood vanished the moment she heard the name from Mei Xuejian's mouth.
"Don't bring up things that will upset me. I'm really scared of that young lady."
Mei Xuejian was startled by Ding Ruola's reaction. He had never seen her like this even in the face of much bigger issues.
He dejectedly followed Ding Ruola. While he was bowing his head in thought, he bumped into the person in front of him and finally stopped.
"Sorry, I was a bit out of control just now. Hurry up and come up with the plan and design drafts."
Mei Xuejian didn't say a word and went back to his workstation to sort out the materials.
Claudia had been in the hospital recovering from an injury. Ding Ruola thought she wouldn't return to the company for a while, but unexpectedly, the man showed up in the studio today.
The loose clothes covered his originally broad and reassuring figure, and there was still a bit of exhaustion on his face.
"I've read the client's requirements. They're really too avant - garde."
There were many runaway brides, but he had never heard of someone running away at such a sacred occasion.
Claudia handed Ding Ruola a piece of paper with the client's requirements on it.
The requirements on the paper had been sorted out by Claudia and were much clearer than what Ding Ruola had seen on the computer just now.
A few key words were highlighted with a fluorescent pen - Chinese style, runaway bride, and convenience.
Ding Ruola sat on her workbench, chin in hand.
Since one had decided to get married, why would they want to run away?
"Claudia, why do you think someone would run away on their wedding day?"
Claudia got up from his seat. "You Chinese have a saying, 'harmonious as lute and zither'. But not everyone is so well - matched."
He was so focused on the wedding dress that he didn't notice that his words had touched a sore spot for Ding Ruola.
For some people, marriage was a joyous ceremony, while for others, it was just a transaction.
Ding Ruola was still too idealistic and couldn't understand.
The wedding dress design naturally hit a bottleneck.
What bothered Ding Ruola even more was the etiquette of Chinese weddings. There were also many etiquette requirements for Chinese - style clothing. One couldn't just draw randomly.
Ding Ruola thought it was just her problem, perhaps due to her lack of experience. But unexpectedly, Jiang Chen was facing the same issue.
As a foreigner, Claudia was also under a lot of pressure. Although he could speak fluent Chinese, these things were only the most superficial aspects of Chinese culture.
For the convenience of learning, Ding Ruola finally chose to sit next to Claudia.
They went through the basic etiquette from the Han and Tang dynasties to the Ming and Qing dynasties.
When they finally looked up at the time again, it was already nine o'clock at night.
Ding Ruola wanted to stay and read for a while longer, so she told the others to go back first.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the others left, her phone started ringing non - stop.
"Old Fang?"
"Come downstairs! Let's go back together!"
Ding Ruola quickly packed up her documents, grabbed her bag, and rushed downstairs.
Through the glass door, she could see her man standing there in a well - tailored suit.
His deportment was always so elegant.
Ding Ruola didn't care about that. She was as lively as a hare, trotted a few steps, and clung to Fang Siyan like a sloth.
"Old Fang! Did you miss me?"
"You're my treasure. You've been on my mind all the time."
Hearing Fang Siyan's words, Ding Ruola's face flushed. She coyly got off Fang Siyan.
"You're so cheeky when you talk!"
Cheeky? It was only because of love.
Ding Ruola got into the passenger seat. As soon as she got in, she noticed a document bag in the back row.
"Old Fang, what's in the back?"
Fang Siyan leaned over to fasten Ding Ruola's seatbelt and gently stroked her head.
There was tenderness in his eyes. "You can look when we get back! I'm sure you'll like it."
Ding Ruola was restless all the way. She was itching with curiosity. No matter what she guessed was in the bag, Fang Siyan just gave her the same smile.
For a moment, Ding Ruola thought the person sitting next to her was a robot.
As soon as Fang Siyan parked the car, Ding Ruola jumped out like lightning, grabbed the document bag from the back row, and rushed towards the elevator.
Only after going upstairs did she realize that she didn't have the key.
She had no choice but to open the document bag under the dim corridor light. There were two notebooks inside.
She had a pretty good idea what they were. Just as she was about to open the notebooks, unexpectedly, a pair of long, strong hands suddenly reached out from beside her and took the notebooks out of her hands.
"The light here is too dim. Go inside and look!"
As the door opened, Ding Ruola took off her shoes while preparing to grab the notebooks and run.
The girl sat on the sofa with the notebooks in her arms.
When she opened the semi - transparent frosted cover, the first page was emblazoned with a few big characters - A History of World Economics.
The strokes were clear and powerful, revealing the grandeur of the person who had written them.
Ding Ruola carefully flipped through the contents. The blue - pen annotations were right on the mark.
The problems that she couldn't solve even after reading the textbook were easily resolved after reading this notebook.
"Preparing all this must have taken you a long time."
Fang Siyan sat down on one side of the sofa, and Ding Ruola put her legs on Fang Siyan's lap.
"It didn't take long."
He held Ding Ruola's feet in his hands. "It's only a few months into the year, but your feet are so cold!"