CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 31: STOLEN AWAY BY SU LINGZHI

Su Lingzhi teased, "Actually, if you told me you were busy and couldn’t pick me up for work, I would understand."

After saying that, Su Lingzhi obediently sat down and unwrapped her breakfast.

It was the buns and dumplings she wanted.

Su Lingzhi glanced sideways at him and had to admit, he treated her quite well.

From the time they met until now, he never made her feel wronged.

Fu Yinli caught her gaze and slightly curved his lips, "Just a breakfast and you’re touched?"

"It’s not the breakfast that touched me..."

Su Lingzhi didn’t finish her sentence and handed him a bun.

Fu Yinli had already eaten breakfast, but didn’t refuse, taking a bite.

Su Lingzhi was momentarily stunned, "Hold it."

"I’m full. I’ve already eaten."

...Su Lingzhi stiffened slightly and brought the bun to her own mouth, hesitating for a moment before biting the same spot he had bitten.

A bit embarrassing, what’s going on...

Growing up, this was the first time she ate something someone else had bitten, especially something bitten by a man...

Forget it, Su Lingzhi didn’t dwell on it further.

They had already shared kisses, so what’s this.

Thus, she quickly finished the entire bun.

In the car, the air became inexplicably stuffy. Fu Yinli’s gaze shifted away lightly, his expression hard to read, gentle or otherwise.

As they neared the studio, Su Lingzhi said to him, "You don’t need to pick me up this afternoon. They’re taking a few designers to a banquet."

"What kind of people will be at the banquet?"

"It’s said to be a banquet hosted by British Fashion Week, so it should be brand representatives, designers, fabric company representatives."

After a moment of silence, Fu Yinli said, "Send me the address."

"I told you there’s no need. After the banquet, I’ll just go home myself."

"Didn’t you say you needed embroidery? Left in a rush this morning and forgot the dress, I’ll deliver it to you tonight."

At his words, Su Lingzhi’s expression faltered, she was at a loss for a moment, then said, "You remember this quite well."

"Didn’t you say that things promised must be accomplished."

Su Lingzhi knew she was in the wrong and was momentarily speechless.

Fu Yinli added, "Embroider when you’re free, don’t overwork yourself."

"Got it."

...

Upon arriving at the studio, Su Lingzhi propped her head up, daydreaming for a while.

She opened her computer and wrote a summary about the fashion show, among the thirty-plus pieces of haute couture, the three she participated in designing, one had the most bookings.

This also demonstrated Lyrae clients’ recognition of her.

Su Lingzhi went to the archives twice, and within two hours, she had completed her work.

With free time, she opened TWI, the top entertainment headline still related to her.

#LindieClarifies

#LindieEMMAInterview

Su Lingzhi found it boring and exited TWI.

She then opened her Ins account, previously sharing her past fashion designs and sources of inspiration.

After winning the British Young Designers Competition, her followers increased from fifty thousand to two hundred thousand.

Now, due to Lyrae’s fashion show, it rose to over a million, her direct messages overflowing.

After a quick glance, she closed the app.

At this point, James sent her a message: [Hope the past days’ events haven’t troubled you]

Su Lingzhi opened her keyboard and replied: [No]

The other party responded: [That’s good]

Su Lingzhi turned off her phone.

By the time work ended, she had changed into her gown.

Recently, because Rika often took her out, she left a gown in the office for emergencies, now was a perfect time to use it.

The white gown had strong lines and drape, overall low-key.

With her hair down and light makeup, she joined the group, and took the company’s arranged vehicle to the banquet venue.

The banquet was held at a high-end hotel, the exterior illuminated to opulence, the venue inside adorned with six-figure crystal lamps.

Today, Rika wasn’t here, it was the men’s wear department design director leading the group.

Upon entering, a few people surrounded them with wine glasses, greeting their design director.

"Feel free, no need to follow me around."

After the design director spoke, the designers scattered, finding food on their own.

This was a grand social event, the clinking of glasses and chatter endless.

Su Lingzhi arrived at a less crowded balcony, took a small cake, and found a place to sit.

At this moment, a figure descended and sat opposite her.

Su Lingzhi glanced up at him, paid no attention, and assumed he was just another person tired from networking, casually finding a place to sit.

Feeling his gaze continuously fixated on her, Su Lingzhi began to feel uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips with the cake and asked him in Chinese, "Do we know each other?"

The man seemed not much older than her, wearing a black suit, legs crossed on the rattan chair, his gaze intentionally unsettling.

He spoke, "Huangyang Entertainment, my last name is Jiang, Chenglin."

Huangyang Entertainment....

This name sounds so familiar.

At this moment, a girl in a pink evening gown appeared before her, silently standing by the man.

Because this girl resembled her mother somewhat, she remembered where she heard this name.

This girl was the artist that the agent named Sister Li brought for an interview at Lyrae, Tong Yan.

And she seemed to be from a company called Huangyang Entertainment.

"President Jiang." Tong Yan’s delicate voice called out, her gaze soon meeting Su Lingzhi’s, her expression remaining impassive.

Su Lingzhi hadn’t expected to encounter her here, and her boss too. Her gaze shifted from Tong Yan’s eyes to the man sitting opposite, "Sorry, I don’t know you and don’t want to."

"Miss Su." The man called out to her just in time.

Su Lingzhi pretended not to hear, resolutely leaving.

The man’s emotions, all captured in Tong Yan’s eyes.

Tong Yan’s eyes filled with gray, tentatively asking, "Miss Su is indeed beautiful, did President Jiang take a liking to her?"

Jiang Chenglin’s eyes coolly rose, looking at her coldly, "Are we close?"

With these words, Tong Yan was instantly embarrassed, her face flushing red, "I came to see you because of..."

Before she finished speaking, the man was already up, hand in pocket, walking away.

In the deep night, only his tall and slender figure could be seen, entering the venue.

Tong Yan’s figure stiffened in place, instinctively tightening the stem of the champagne glass, angrily downing the champagne within.

Huayang Entertainment and Yan City Huangyang Entertainment differed by only a word, but their status in the entertainment circle was worlds apart. Sister Li brought her overseas to attend the banquet to find Jiang Chenglin, hoping for film resources, but unexpectedly disrupted by that designer named Su Lingzhi.

"Tong Yan." Sister Li approached with a champagne glass, asking, "Did you see Jiang Chenglin?"

Tong Yan replied sulkily, "I did."

Sister Li looked around and asked, "Where is he?"

Tong Yan bitterly spoke out, "He’s been taken away by Su Lingzhi."

Upon hearing the name Su Lingzhi, Sister Li’s eyes lit up, "Are you talking about Lyrae’s designer?"

Seeing her happy expression, Tong Yan’s inner grievances surged, "Sister Li, don’t forget, it was her who left me eliminated, if not for her, I’d be the popular one in entertainment now."