Qin Mu subconsciously looked at her, "Why suddenly so pessimistic?"
"It’s just a feeling, maybe many years from now I’ll marry a man I don’t love, a decent-looking man, but without that spark, just to form a family."
Helian Hao spoke softly, then slammed the trunk shut with force.
Qin Mu stood to the side, watching. The gown had been in the trunk for several days. She had planned to give it to Helian Hao a few days earlier but ended up procrastinating till today. However, seeing Helian Hao’s demeanor, she couldn’t help feeling a twinge of heartache.
"I think Jing Feng would never let you marry someone else," Qin Mu said.
So before leaving, she tried to cheer up and said this to Helian Hao.
When Helian Hao heard it, she couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
Sometimes, some people, when giving up, are actually hoping someone will give them a hand.
Because giving up what one doesn’t love is a release, while giving up what one loves is regret.
Nobody wants to live with regrets in life, especially not in matters of great importance.
Helian Hao hoped Jing Feng would stop her, that he would not give her a chance to marry anyone else.
Watching Qin Mu’s car drive away, she turned back and took the elevator to the eighth floor.
By the time she returned to the studio and saw Liu Jingyuan’s car parked near theirs, she slowed down. Her first thought was to stop and say hello, but her car just passed by his, slowly.
She simply couldn’t bring herself to stop, and now that she knew his feelings, no matter whether he got married or had a family in the future, she felt she needed to draw a clear boundary with him.
Liu Jingyuan didn’t realize she had seen his car. He just watched, his expression growing increasingly unfathomable as her small car drove away.
Having parked her car, Qin Mu entered the studio without looking back, her head down, her bag slung over her shoulder. Liu Jingyuan, however, was staring straight at her as she walked in.
For a few minutes, he actually wanted to get out of his car and go after her. But upon reflection, he thought, how could he approach her now that she was Mu Yichen’s woman, loving Mu Yichen with an unflappable and dignified air?
Especially after she became aware of his feelings, she clearly began to intentionally avoid him.
Perhaps this was all it could ever be, Liu Jingyuan thought as he drove away.
Qin Mu, standing upstairs, watched his car leave and found herself unavoidably recalling his engagement party, which she had attended with Mu Yi. It was a discreet yet decorous engagement party, traditional and not overly grand. He had been like a man at work that day, executing every procedure flawlessly. She thought that such a self-restrained man must be ruthless, although he had never been so towards herself.
Suddenly, she remembered the night of Jing Qing’s birthday when Liu Jingyuan and she were drugged. If he hadn’t been drugged that night, how could such a restrained man have said such improper things to her?
And that wouldn’t have led to all those nasty rumors.
The score she had with Jing Qing...
This time, Jing Qing going abroad to walk the red carpet didn’t ask her to be the designer. Of course, she had her reasons for not asking.
But Wen Runuan wore the dress Qin Mu designed, tastefully supporting Jing Qing on one side, with the arm of Jingshang’s president on the other, heading towards the media together.
How to describe that feeling?
Wen Runuan showcased both the charm and innocence of a young woman to the fullest, while Jing Qing’s poise and propriety were fully displayed to the media at the event.
Qin Mu thought, if Wen Runuan emerged victorious from this event, it would be because she caught people off guard, right?
If Jing Qing won, it would be because of her strong aura, but if she lost, it would be due to her unvarying style.
Suddenly, rain began to fall that night, a chill accompanied each autumn rain. Qin Mu watched the drizzle outside the studio and hugged her arms lightly, a pair of clear eyes brimming with calm poise.
She was betting on Wen Runuan to win because Wen Runuan was young, she was new, and she was distinctive.
She also hoped Wen Runuan would win. Jing Qing had had too many moments in the limelight; probably she never knew the taste of defeat. Being crushed by someone she looked down upon would surely be a significant blow to Jing Qing.
In the future, the two women Jing Qing might hate the most could well be her and Wen Runuan.
Late on, the black sedan parked downstairs of her studio. Standing by the window, she watched him emerge from within, using the same old large black umbrella he’d had for ages.
Some rain splashed onto the legs of his suit, but it didn’t seem to affect his composure.
She quickly opened the door, and as he put the umbrella down, he lifted his dark eyes to look at her, "Let’s go!"