Afterward, she neatly flipped off the white duvet, stretched lazily, and turned on her side.
Photographers approached the bed, taking shots from her toes all the way up.
Mu Yichen’s eyes narrowed subconsciously, and Director Chen felt Mu Yichen was distancing himself, lifting his eyes to see Mu Yichen with a cold expression looking at the bed.
By this time, Qin Mu had already sat up, swept her long hair away from her beautiful neck, and then spoke her lines before getting out of bed.
Everything around was quiet; she walked barefoot to the window, spinning on the floorboards, then happily walked to the window and pushed all the curtains open with force.
Jing Qing watched from the side, watching Qin Mu as they say on TV: her skin as tender as water, seemingly as delicate as a baby’s. She watched the nightgown failing to conceal her soft figure, her bare feet as if they had just soaked in a milk bath, and looking at Mu Yichen’s deep gaze, she turned and left.
At noon, President Mu was treating everyone, Qin Mu simply wore her nightgown to dine with him in the bedroom, with many machines still around, and the rest of the staff outside.
The two of them ate lunch in front of the coffee table, and Qin Mu asked him, "Are you going to be here all day?"
"Mhm, I have a meeting nearby this afternoon."
He added a green pea to his mouth and said in a deep voice.
Qin Mu gave him another look, feeling like he was there for her, but fearing that she was being presumptuous, she didn’t ask him anything more.
It was he who suddenly stopped while eating and with a reproachful look stared at her, "If you don’t like it, don’t force it. Can such cosmetics be used on your face?"
"I was reluctant as soon as I saw them, but I’m not a celebrity or anything. Wouldn’t asking for a change seem like I’m acting like a diva?"
"Choosing between giving the impression of being approachable and feeling great yourself, you chose the former?"
"That’s what I thought!"
If this affair didn’t get out, it would be fine, but if it did, in the future, no one would make this kind of mistake again.
The smartest strategy from now on would be to carry her own makeup box.
Looking at President Mu in his impeccably tailored suit, Qin Mu was unconsciously fascinated; but then she remembered she had picked out the clothes for him that morning, and immediately felt a surge of pride.
"President Mu, has anyone told you today that you look incredibly handsome?"
She suddenly raised her eyebrows, looking at him with a flirtatious gaze and asked.
"Really? Nobody?" she asked with a disbelieving expression.
"Do you think everyone else is as superficial as you?"
President Mu very much despised his wife’s shallow behavior.
"Humph, don’t think that so many people only care about what’s inside. Most women actually pay more superficial attention to a man’s appearance."
"Oh? So, does my appearance pass in Mrs. Mu’s eyes?"
"If a perfect score is ten thousand, Mrs. Mu gives you one hundred million!"
Mrs. Mu was truly generous when she was happy. President Mu thought, not saying more, and continued to eat with her.
In the afternoon, the photo shoot resumed. After finishing, Qin Mu changed into her clothes and checked the video of herself before hurrying back to the studio.
She met with clients in the reception area who had been scheduled early on; after discussing business and seeing them off, Xiaomei asked her, "When can we see your advertisement?"
"I heard it’s a promotional ad for the National Day campaign, so it should be aired before then, I guess."
Qin Mu thought for a moment then replied, and then turned to Xiaomei, "You seem very happy today."
Xiaomei, holding a folder, looked at her, "Jian Yan called me today."
"He knew you were shooting an ad, so he asked how the apparel factory was doing."
When Qin Mu asked curiously, Xiaomei appeared a bit saddened and hopeless.
"It’s okay, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Qin Mu patted her shoulder: "Don’t be disappointed. The road ahead is long, the future is yours."
The future is yours, achievable only through your own efforts.
There would be no chance of success. However, up until now, Xiaomei hadn’t dared to confess her feelings to Jian Yan, and the more she thought about it, the more depressed she felt.
After work, everyone left, she stayed to draw for a while before preparing to leave, but before turning off the lights, she noticed a parked car outside the window.
The driver, Uncle Zhang, came out first to open the car door for her father, and the man in the dark suit stepped out.
Qin Mu felt her heart forcefully thudded, yet she could only stand numbly by the switch, turning off the light.
She came out of the studio, before Qin Haiming walked in.
The father and daughter stood at a distance from each other, Qin Mu looking into his eyes with even more hopelessness.