Xiaomei went to bring her coffee, smiling as she asked, "Should we advertise for our studio? The ad you did for AM was so good; I’m sure it would be great if you did one for us."
"It’s not the right time yet. Even if we had an advertisement, could we handle the influx?"
Upon reaching her office, she took off her blazer, and the white silk blouse made her slender shoulders seem even more delicate. Leaning against the desk with a coffee cup in hand, she looked at Xiaomei’s impatient expression and asked.
"But we already have our own clothing factory. Wouldn’t it be good to advertise sooner rather than later?"
"It’s still not advisable to hype it up too much. Let’s wait a while."
Qin Mu thought that once Wen Runuan clinched the Best Actress award this year and the public noticed the improvement in her style, their studio would naturally become known. It was precisely because Jing Qing wore the dress she designed to walk the red carpet that they gained these clients, right?
She thought that Wen Runuan would bring even more benefits to their studio in the future. After all, Wen’s gentle and harmless appearance and her girl-next-door look and demeanor, though not quite princess-like, would surely be unstoppable once it caught fire.
Moreover, Jingshang intended to cultivate its own talents, and artists like Jing Qing, who were difficult to manage, would sooner or later be suppressed. At least for the next few years, Wen Runuan would certainly remain Jingshang’s mainstay. In just two or three years, their studio could also truly establish a foothold in Rongcheng.
She wanted to plant the studio’s roots here, deep and secure.
Later, when Wen Runuan sent a video asking what to wear for going out, Qin Mu put down her work and glanced at the video, then picked out an outfit for her.
After trying on the selected attire, Wen Runuan couldn’t help but laugh, "Isn’t this a bit too youthful?"
"Aren’t you only twenty-four?"
"Already twenty-five in nominal age."
"This look is just right for you. You should stop wearing overly mature clothes from your wardrobe."
"Then I really won’t have anything else to wear, will I?"
"Go buy more. I’ll have Xiaomei go with you."
"Is that so, you’re not available?"
"Not for the time being, and Xiaomei has more ideas than me when it comes to picking clothes, especially in your style."
Qin Mu had a lot of confidence in Xiaomei in certain aspects and knew that, in the future, Xiaomei, as her assistant, would have to take on many tasks for her.
"Alright, but for important occasions, I still want you to personally design my outfits. That’s my bottom line."
The two enjoyed a pleasant chat, and then she continued her sketching. In fact, she was designing a gown for Wen Runuan.
She planned to dress Wen Runuan in youthful attire for a while, so the impact would be even more sensational when she eventually donned the gown.
Wearing the same style of clothes for too long could make people think that her sense of fashion was lacking and even cause visual fatigue.
Being a star was really not easy. Qin Mu sketched, reflecting on this, then looked up at the prototype on the mannequin and sighed involuntarily.
Suddenly, she remembered what Mu Yichen had said. He had expressed a desire to see her in a wedding dress.
She, too, had promised to design the groom’s outfit for him. So, when would she start?
As her thoughts wandered, she sighed helplessly and shook her head. How could that be possible?
She hoped that they would never walk down the church aisle; a simple life was the reality.
If their love could conquer time, then she also hoped to move forward firmly and securely. If not...
She bent her head down and resumed sketching.
In the morning, after Mu Yichen finished a meeting in his office and everyone else had left, only Qiao Yi remained. He looked up at Qiao Yi, sitting across from him, and asked indifferently, "Is there something on your mind?"
"Jing Qing stayed out overnight last night."
"You need to tell me about this kind of thing?"
"She was drunk and kept looking for you."
Mu Yichen didn’t speak, and he didn’t know what else he could say.
She wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol, she wanted to go crazy, that was all her business, and he didn’t want to interfere in anything.
"Yichen, do you really not care about her? From now on, are you going to ignore everything to do with her? You said before, even if it’s not that kind of relationship, you would still treat her like a sibling. Do you really want her to suffer ?"
"What are you trying to say?"
Mu Yichen felt nothing inside, but he asked again, seeing how distressed Qiao Yi was.
"You could at least try to persuade her, ask her not to give up on herself. If this goes on, I’m afraid she’ll go down a path of no return. She had such a promising future, aren’t you afraid that it’ll be ruined ?"
"If someone else ruins it, it’s because she’s useless. If she ruins it herself, then that’s even more her own incompetence. What do I have to be afraid of? She’s neither my biological sister, and secondly, I’ve said all there is to say. If she still can’t let go, if it were you, would you abandon your own lover, your family, and then throw away everything you’ve fought so hard to achieve for a woman who has nothing to do with you?"
Seeing how rational and indifferent Mu Yichen was, Qiao Yi involuntarily took a cold breath. He was not unaware of Mu Yichen’s high regard for Qin Mu, but seeing Jing Qing turn into what she was now, he couldn’t pretend to be blind.
"If Qin Mu hadn’t come back, maybe nothing between you and Jing Qing would have changed, right?"
"If Qin Mu hadn’t come back, I would already be in Paris by now."
The sharply defined contours of his face were filled with indifference, while his dark eagle eyes were filled with sincerity.
Qiao Yi just stared straight at the man opposite him, suddenly realizing that he still didn’t understand him well enough. He couldn’t help but laugh softly, then stood up and left.
Mu Yichen remained seated on the sofa, looking at the tea on the table he had been planning to drink another sip of, but when he picked it up, he found it had already gone cold and put it down again.
Secretary Xi came in to tidy up the table and heard him ask, "Did you find the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner I told you to look for the other day?"
"Oh, found him. You want him now?"
Compared to Jing Qing’s affairs, he was more concerned about his woman’s health. That woman was always so cold to the touch, making him toss and turn with concern at night.
If her health isn’t good, it’s better to get it checked out sooner rather than later.
After getting the address, he called Qin Mu: "I’ll come to find you at noon, and we’ll go see the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner together."
Qin Mu barely managed to lift her head when she received his call, and pinched her neck forcefully twice. Hearing that they were going to see the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, she immediately furrowed her brows: "Can we change the day?"
"But I’m a bit busy right now!"
"Lunchtime, what are you busy with?"
"Let’s just say it’s decided then. I’ll be at your studio downstairs on time at twelve, hanging up."
Mrs. Mu found President Mu’s autocratic way of handling things very disheartening, yet also quite happy.
Actually, she was afraid of drinking Chinese herbal medicine; she had heard it was very bitter.
She had been prone to coldness since she was young and didn’t think it was a big deal, especially with him, her own personal furnace.