CHAPTER 561: CHAPTER 559: FROM FROG TO PRINCE

Yu Zimu’s eyes grew even brighter. He said, "Although my right hand is no longer usable, my left hand can replace it. Since the accident, I’ve been training my left hand. Although it’s not as flexible as my right hand was at its peak, it’s much stronger than the average designer’s. I can demonstrate for you."

Chuchu still didn’t have much hope for him. How could a left hand trained for only a year or two compare to a right hand used for over ten years?

"Mr. Yu, we need a chief designer who can carry the weight. Why don’t you start at another garment factory as an ordinary designer and work your way back up?"

Yu Zimu said, "Your studio is quite small."

Can’t he speak properly! Chuchu: "...We have high standards."

Seeing that Yu Zimu was about to say something else, Chuchu took two steps back, assuming a disdainful expression: "You... are quite a heavy taste. I’m leaving." With that, she turned to leave.

This guy has faced such a major setback, yet his spirit is still so high. Chuchu thought he didn’t need her help; a glass of water would suffice.

The car started quickly and was about to drive off when Yu Zimu, in a moment of desperation, threw himself in front of it, blocking its path.

Chuchu couldn’t believe it and sneered, leaning out of the car window. This time there was no friendliness in her voice. She said sternly, "Move quickly, or don’t blame me for being rude. I can kick you away once, and I can do it twice, three times!"

Yu Zimu crawled a short distance on the ground until he could see Chuchu and said, "Um... could you lend me two hundred yuan first? I also feel I can’t face people right now. Let’s talk again when I’ve undergone a new transformation."

Borrow money? Or did he change his strategy?

Chuchu stared at him without moving, her eyes sharp. Yu Zimu didn’t dodge, looking back with his bright black eyes, sending a "I’m sincere" signal.

Alright, since those eyes were so bright, let’s consider it a good deed for the day.

Chuchu took two hundred yuan out of her bag and handed it to Yu Zimu: "I hope you’ll pay me back soon." A person with integrity should blush at this statement, right?

Yu Zimu stood up with difficulty, took the money from Chuchu, and smiled, "Thank you."

Seeing that smile, Chuchu could only feel a chill; his appearance was too unacceptable.

This time, Chuchu revved up the engine and quickly left the underground parking lot, then put the matter out of her mind.

Two days later, Chuchu went to the Jinhui Imperial Building to check on the studio’s renovation progress. Upon entering, she saw a young man with pale skin and a tall build supervising the work.

"That’s not right! Does your family’s wall get painted in poop-yellow?! Repaint it, mix the colors and show me first, then put it on the wall once I approve, don’t make assumptions!"

"And also, that line isn’t smooth enough. This is a fashion design studio, a place for art. There’s got to be a sense of aesthetics! Understand? Not like chicken feet scraping for food!"

"Hey, you there... the one hanging the lamp, don’t hang it there. I said don’t hang it there. It’s hideous! Who picked this lamp? How is there such an ugly lamp in the world, and it even got picked for this place! Throw it out, throw it out..."

"The table shouldn’t be placed like that; it needs to face the sunlight, next to the window. The workspace must be bright, or it affects the work mood, you know!"

...

Chuchu stood in the doorway, stunned. Where did this person come from? Was he with the construction crew, or did someone send him here?

He was like a proud rooster, berating all the workers in the room, and no one dared to refute him.

She glanced at the renovations inside the studio and thought this person was indeed a capable supervisor.

But who exactly was he? He seemed somewhat familiar.

Chuchu cleared her throat and slowly walked in. Sure enough, the people in the room took note of her presence.

The foreman greeted her with a wry smile and said, "Miss Wan, according to Director Yu’s requirements, it seems the project can’t be completed on time. There are too many places to redo."

Director Yu?

Chuchu immediately turned her head to look at the proud rooster-like man standing before her, with those bright black eyes. Indeed, it was Yu Zimu.

Yu Zimu grinned at her, even winked, then shouted at the foreman, "Look at your previous work, can that be called work? What’s wrong with rework? What’s wrong with the timeline? I’m after perfection, do you know what perfection is? With me here, don’t think you can cut any corners!"

Chuchu raised an eyebrow and said gently to the foreman, "Do as he says."

After the foreman left, Chuchu snorted expressionlessly, "Director Yu?"

Yu Zimu immediately grinned, "Let’s talk."

Chuchu glanced at him, then turned to walk out, both of them stopping by the window at the end of the hallway.

"Explain what happened. I don’t recall us having a Director Yu here."

Yu Zimu’s expression remained unchanged, still grinning. He took two new hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to Chuchu with both hands, "Here’s your money back."

To have the money to return this quickly, and looking completely transformed, if she wasn’t mistaken, Yu Zimu’s clothes were well-made and of high-quality material, certainly not cheap.

From a raggedy vagrant to a casually handsome elite man, this was quite a leap. How did Yu Zimu manage it in just two days? Chuchu was very curious.

Despite her curiosity, Chuchu was able to keep a straight face. Since Yu Zimu dared to meddle on her turf, he would naturally have to explain clearly.

Chuchu calmly accepted the two hundred yuan and put it in her bag.

Yu Zimu’s black eyes flashed as he grinned and asked, "Aren’t you curious about what I’ve been through these past two days?"

Chuchu looked down at him and said, "Don’t think that acting on your own will make me hire you."

"I’ve set my mind to be the design director of your ’Time’. Don’t worry, let me first tell you how I turned from a frog to a prince these two days. Hey, don’t laugh, don’t I look like a prince now? I think I do."

Seeing him so verbose and narcissistic, Chuchu couldn’t help but retort, "More like a toad."

Yu Zimu didn’t mind at all. Instead, he was happy, "That means I’ve changed a lot indeed. Heh, didn’t I tell you? I’m a fashion designer, and a top one at that. I used the money you gave me to take a shower, get a haircut, buy some street stall clothes, and have a meal. You know, humans are greedy by nature.

"Once you’re full and warm, you start to have desires. I didn’t think of lust, but I did have desires. For example, the street stall clothes were so dreadful, like wearing tattered sacks. I wanted better clothes, but without money, what could I do."

Chuchu had never imagined Yu Zimu would be such a chatterbox, unlike Danny or the old tailor at all.

Yu Zimu continued his animated narration.