Recalling Qi Siran's words earlier, Wen Yin's eyes turned cold, and her hand gripping the phone tightened involuntarily.
[Wen Yin: A private buyer? Is it the same buyer as the one who bought the piece last time?]
[Jiujiu: Yes. That rich girl said she won't buy anymore.]
[Jiujiu: The director was so happy at first, but now he ignores me. I always feel like he's disappointed in me.]
[Wen Yin: It's okay. You'll find a better buyer next time.]
Seeing the crying emojis Jiujiu kept sending, Wen Yin held back her anger.
Qi Siran.
So these are the means of the Qi family?
Wen Yin's eyes darkened.
Qi Siran was thinking way too simply.
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At the Qi family's residence.
"Miss, this is the evening dress you bought at the Qili new product launch last time. Where would you like me to put it?"
Qi Siran lazily lifted the lid of the delicate box.
She glanced at the dress inside, with a hint of imperceptible disgust in her eyes.
"Do I need to tell you where to put it?"
Qi Siran's disdainful gaze swept across everyone present.
Her gloomy aura made the servants present shiver involuntarily.
The delicate evening dress was stuffed into a corner of a wardrobe.
The servants exchanged a knowing look.
Judging from what the miss said, she probably wouldn't wear it again.
There were many such clothes in the wardrobe, piled up haphazardly.
Qi Siran stood not far away, coldly watching the servants handle it.
Her cold gaze landed on the words "Qili".
Finally, she let out a sneer and turned away.
Jiujiu... right?
Wen Yin spent the whole day buried in the studios of many designers. Shao Yinan would occasionally come back in the evening and offer a few suggestions.
"So, this is the current style and type of them."
Shao Yinan took off his glasses. There was a hint of exhaustion between his eyebrows as he reached out and pulled Wen Yin into his arms.
Wen Yin reached out to massage his temples.
"Thank you, Shao Yinan."
The workload at the Shao Corporation was no small matter.
Shao Yinan could be described as leaving early and returning late every day, but he still took the time to help her with the studio.
"You're welcome."
Shao Yinan reached out and held Wen Yin's slender fingertips, gently placing a kiss on them.
"After all, I need to be responsible for the projects I invest in."
Wen Yin blinked. "So, President Shao is planning to let me take shortcuts again."
Shao Yinan was amused by her words and patiently explained.
"I'm just looking at it from the objective perspective of an investor. The reputation of N.A is well - known. It's only a matter of time before the studio develops."
Wen Yin pinched his earlobe.
"Shao Yinan, this time, I'll try on my own."
The implication was that she didn't want Shao Yinan to interfere too much.
The investment from the Shao Corporation would attract a lot of attention, and she would lose the opportunity to clearly see her own abilities.
Shao Yinan raised his eyebrows. His charming peach - blossom eyes reflected Wen Yin's serious expression.
This answer was not unexpected.
"Has A Yin ever thought about why I wanted to invest?"
Wen Yin blinked. She really hadn't thought about this question in detail.
"From LeR, to Qili, and Shaohua."
"Among all the designers I've met, A Yin is definitely the most talented one."
"The same goes for N.A."
That's why I'm so determined to choose you.
His A Yin would always shine brightly, with both talent and hard work.
Wen Yin was talented enough and hard - working enough.
"So, I also believe that even without me, you'll do well."
Shao Yinan pinched Wen Yin's cheek and buried his head in her neck.
His voice sounded a bit muffled.
"So, don't forget me when you become the boss, Wen. And don't abandon me because of work."
Shao Yinan's familiar, aggrieved voice came again. Wen Yin couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.
She reached out and gently stroked the top of Shao Yinan's head.
"I won't."
"But there is one thing I really need your help with."
Only then did Shao Yinan raise his head.
There was a hint of seriousness in Wen Yin's eyes. Shao Yinan squinted.
He listened to her carefully.
Not two days later, Wen Yin received Jiujiu's message on time again.
[Jiujiu: Today is the tenth day of being targeted by the director. All my patience has only led to even more severe bullying. Buy me a cup of milk tea and listen to my revenge plan.]
Wen Yin was amused by her words. Her rosy lips curled slightly.
[Wen Yin: I'll pick you up after work this afternoon and bring you milk tea.]
Jiujiu already knew that Wen Yin had been fired from Shaohua, so she didn't refuse.
[Jiujiu: Sister Wen Yin, you're so nice!!]
Wen Yin arrived at Qili at exactly half - past six. She was wearing sunglasses and holding a cup of milk tea that Jiujiu often drank. She stood not far from the company.
As soon as the off - work time arrived, designers walked out in twos and threes.
Wen Yin's sunglasses covered most of her face, so not many people noticed her.
Those designers were still chattering about something.
"Jiujiu is so unlucky, isn't she? I really don't know what she did to offend the director to be targeted like this."
"But the director is making a mountain out of a molehill. He just won't let go of a little mistake."
"Stop talking. Jiujiu will definitely have to stay up late to revise the design draft again tonight."
After the discussion about Jiujiu spread, Wen Yin couldn't help but frown.
So... was this what she wanted to see?
Wen Yin pursed her lips. A hint of anger appeared between her eyebrows.
She didn't know how long she had been standing downstairs.
Jiujiu walked out dejectedly.
The moment she saw Wen Yin, a brief glimmer of light appeared in Jiujiu's eyes.
"Sister Wen Yin! Why didn't you tell me you were here!"
Jiujiu pretended to be excited and bounced over to Wen Yin.
Wen Yin keenly noticed the glint of water in her eyes.
"Why are you so late?"
Wen Yin asked as if puzzled.
Jiujiu took the milk tea and took a big sip. Finally, she felt that the sourness in her heart had subsided a bit.
She sniffed. "It's nothing. The director asked me to revise something."
Jiujiu followed Wen Yin's steps forward.
But the person beside her stopped.
"I heard."
Wen Yin's voice was slightly cold as she revealed one by one the truth that Jiujiu was trying so hard to cover up.
Jiujiu opened her mouth.
After all, she was just a girl in her twenties. The grievance in Jiujiu's heart almost welled up in an instant.
Because she didn't understand what she had done wrong.
Why the director was going to such great lengths to target her.
The opportunity that was within her grasp had disappeared without a trace.
You know, the opportunity to be a chief designer was rare, and not just anyone could get it.
"Sister Wen Yin, I... I..."
Jiujiu's lips moved for a long time, and big teardrops rolled down from her eyes.
Wen Yin's gaze slowly fell behind.
"Splash—"
By the time Jiujiu reacted.
Wen Yin had already splashed the milk tea in her hand on the face of the design director not far away.