Chapter 1522: Chapter 1444: She is a Designer

There were quite a lot of documents today. Zhou Xian and Chu Ji, both bachelors with nothing much to do after work, decided to stay in the office.

Coincidentally, Chu Ji had something he wanted to discuss with Zhou Xian, so he went up to him. Mid-conversation, they both sneezed at the same time.

“Who’s cursing you?” they both asked simultaneously.

“Someone must be thinking about me,” they replied in perfect sync once again.

Chu Ji suddenly thought of something and casually draped an arm around Zhou Xian’s shoulder: “How about we just become a couple?”

“Get lost! I like women, women!” Zhou Xian swatted Chu Ji’s arm away like it was a contagious virus. “Warning: keep a one-meter distance from me.”

Women are soft when you hug them, and they smell good too. Why on earth would he want to hug a man?

Thinking about Chu Ji’s body covered in hair made Zhou Xian nauseous.

“No way, I’m going to throw up.” He dashed to the restroom.

Chu Ji was left speechless: “…” It was just a joke, was that reaction really necessary? No fun at all.

…

After dinner, Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan strolled hand in hand down the street like any ordinary couple.

It was just past seven, so there were still plenty of people out and about, and music drifted from shops everywhere.

When they passed a small plaza, there were even people dancing to square dance routines.

Ye Ranran turned to the man next to her, Jun Mochan: “Mo Han, what did I used to do for a living?”

Was I a secretary too? Your secretary?

“Ranran, you were a designer. And a famous one at that.”

“A designer? Designing what?”

“Fashion.”

Ye Ranran found it hard to believe: “Really? I know how to do that?”

“Yes, you even won the Emerging Designer Award. Everyone was waiting for you to shine.” Unfortunately, that same year, she had an accident and became Wen Cai.

From then on, she disappeared from the scene entirely.

Ye Ranran listened, feeling like she was in a fog, her eyes showing traces of confusion: “But I can’t remember any of that now. I don’t know how to do it at all.”

At this point, if someone asked her to design clothes, she’d think they were either joking or deliberately putting her on the spot.

“Take your time, don’t rush. We don’t have to worry about work right now; you can ease your way into it and take your time to think it over.” After all, he wasn’t short on money, so whether she worked or not didn’t matter.

“No.” Ye Ranran firmly refused: “Not working will drive me crazy with boredom.”

To her, this place felt entirely unfamiliar. She had come here following him with a kind of reckless courage.

If she didn’t work, her mind would start to wander, spinning into endless thoughts.

That version of herself terrified her.

“Alright, then stay by my side and help me handle some matters. When I have time, I’ll take you to the places you used to go, and as your memories gradually come back, you can decide whether or not you want to be a designer again, okay?”

“Oh, by the way, I kept your studio for you and even hired two new staff members. It’s all being managed by professionals now.”

She still had a studio? Ye Ranran’s eyes widened.

“But what if I can’t remember anything?” Suddenly, a sense of pressure weighed on her.

If she couldn’t remember, wouldn’t everything he had done be for nothing?

“Don’t worry, you’ll definitely remember,” Jun Mochan said confidently.

“And like I said, even if you don’t, it’s alright. If you really want to be a secretary, you can be my secretary. We could even start a husband-and-wife team.” Jun Mochan held her in his arms as he spoke.

Ye Ranran was amused by him: “A husband-and-wife team? Do you think we’re running a shop or something?”

She hadn’t mentioned it before, but it was something she had fantasized about. The two of them tackling the world together, her either clinging to him like a vine or standing tall like a tree beside him, facing storms hand in hand.