"You're always loafing around. I don't know what you've been up to!"
Seeing that Shao Yinan didn't take his words to heart, the man slammed his hand on the table. Seemingly extremely angry, he coughed violently twice.
"Father, don't get so angry. Your health is important," Shao Yinan said calmly, slightly lifting his pale eyelids. There was not a hint of anger on his face, as if he hadn't been scolded at all.
Hearing his unfilial son say this, Shao Qi's anger flared even more. "So you still remember you have a father like me!"
"You've been idling around in the entertainment industry all day. If word gets out that there's an actor in our Shao family, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Shao Yinan's eyes darkened. He slammed the cup down on the table without even looking at Shao Qi.
"If I'm such a disgrace to you, Father, then why did you pull strings to get me back?"
The atmosphere between the father and son turned tense. A chill seemed to emanate from both of them.
Meeting his son's deep, cold eyes, Shao Qi felt a momentary pang in his heart.
Shao Yinan was sitting there casually, with his long, slender legs crossed. His aura was so cold that it was impossible to ignore him, even when he was sitting.
His black eyes were cold and calm, and his aura exuded the oppression and power of a superior.
It was only at this moment that Shao Qi realized that the young man in front of him had grown up.
Shao Yinan now looked exactly like him when he was young, as if they were carved out of the same mold.
"You'll attend LeR's fashion show on Friday," Shao Qi said, quickly changing the subject as a way to save face.
"What for? Why don't you send your precious son instead?" Shao Yinan sneered, not willing to let his father off the hook. His lips curled into a mocking smile.
He knew Shao Qi well enough to know exactly where his father's sore spots were.
This remark was like dancing on Shao Qi's last nerve.
"Your second brother has other things to do," Shao Qi said, his face tightening again as he seemed to realize that his son was deliberately mocking him. "Your eldest brother will guide you. You should first familiarize yourself with brand cooperation. We can take it step by step later."
Hearing this, the mockery on Shao Yinan's lips grew colder. He forced a smile and said, "I don't remember when I got a second brother."
After saying that, Shao Yinan stood up and put down the teacup he had been holding for a while. His tone was flat, showing no emotion.
"I've seen you, Father. I'll take my leave now."
Shao Qi watched his son's familiar yet strange back, feeling a momentary daze. He said with a cold face, "Don't be late for the show on Friday."
Shao Yinan left without looking back. It was unclear whether he had listened to his father's words or not.
As night fell deeper, the temperature outside dropped. Shao Yinan lowered his eyes, and his tall back seemed to exude a touch of loneliness.
Second brother?
Was Shao Yuanjia even worthy of that title?
The phone in his pocket vibrated twice. Shao Yinan lazily took it out and glanced at it.
—— [Brother Nan, here's what you asked for.]
He opened the file sent by the other person and quickly scanned through it.
"Wen Zhi, Wen Yin."
Shao Yinan raised his eyebrows slightly.
He didn't expect that a small dating variety show could hide so many talents.
——
Wen Yin's design was almost finished. Shen Ziying would come to have lunch with her punctually every day without fail.
During the short half - hour lunch break, Wen Yin would always unconsciously stare at Shen Ziying until the latter made fun of her before she would look away.
Shen Ziying started coming to Wen Yin's design studio more and more frequently.
"Ah Yin..."
One noon, just as Wen Yin had bought her lunch, she saw Shen Ziying approaching with a bitter face.
There was a large coffee stain on her white shirt, as if someone had spilled it on her.
Shen Ziying explained with a bitter face, "I was walking back with my lunch when Xinxin didn't see me, and we bumped into each other. The whole cup of coffee spilled on me without a single drop left. Can I borrow your design studio to change my clothes?" Shen Ziying looked up pitifully, like a stray kitten that had suffered a great deal of injustice.
Wen Yin had heard about Shen Ziying forgetting her keys early that morning, so it wasn't surprising that she would say this.
Seeing that Wen Yin was still calmly eating her lunch, a glint flashed in Shen Ziying's eyes. She tugged at Wen Yin's sleeve.
"Please, Ah Yin. This wet shirt is so uncomfortable!"
Hearing this, Wen Yin finally looked up.
"Do you have a spare shirt?" Wen Yin's eyes fell on the large coffee stain and she asked.
Shen Ziying nodded and then said, "Yes. I left my coat here yesterday. I can wear that for now."
Wen Yin then took back her gaze and handed the key in her pocket to Shen Ziying. "Go ahead. I'll wait for you here."
"Thank you, Ah Yin! I love you the most!"
There was a look of surprise on Shen Ziying's face. Seeing Wen Yin lower her head to continue eating, she suppressed her excitement and went upstairs.
She didn't notice that Wen Yin had already looked up at some point and was staring at her intently.
It wasn't until Shen Ziying's figure disappeared that Wen Yin lowered her head again.
Shen Ziying walked straight to Wen Yin's design studio and swaggered in with the key.
"This is so uncomfortable..."
After complaining, Shen Ziying frowned and changed her clothes. Then she casually walked over to Wen Yin's desk.
The design drafts were neatly arranged. Shen Ziying flipped through them one by one. When she found what she was looking for, she couldn't help but feel excited.
After taking a photo, Shen Ziying left the design studio.
The fashion show would start at 7 pm the next day. All nine new designers were putting the final touches on their works. When Shen Ziying came to see Wen Yin, she caught a glimpse of the materials on her desk.
It seemed that the design draft she had found was the right one.
Wen Yin was indeed preparing for this.
It was worth all the acting she had done in the past week, even more dedicated than an actress.
The closer she got to Wen Yin, the more jealous Shen Ziying became.
Are country bumpkins who come back from the countryside these days so hard - working? They really haven't seen the world!
Wen Yin took a taxi to the fashion show. The evening dress she was wearing seemed out of place with the taxi behind her.
She was wearing a long, light - blue evening dress. Her long, black hair was simply pulled up, and she wore a simple hairpin. She didn't wear any extra jewelry, exuding a gentle and graceful charm.
Looking at her bank balance, Wen Yin sighed.
Although she was the so - called real daughter of the Wen family, all the family's love was showered on Wen Zhi. She hadn't earned much money during her years in the entertainment industry.
As a result, she couldn't even afford a car and had to take a taxi to the show.
The order in which the nine LeR designers would present their works would be announced on the night of the show. Each designer would draw lots on the spot to decide.
Wen Yin happened to draw the number nine.