These people, whom she had only ever seen on television from afar before, were now contacting her, wanting to design a dress for her.
She recalled what You Yan had said earlier: that many people would be watching her. Now it seemed that her guess was right.
Jiang Jianhuan knew that this was just a test, an expansion that was building up like bubbles, and it would disappear without a trace with the slightest touch.
But it doesn't matter, the opportunity has been presented to her, she just needs to seize it.
Su Mo did not expect that Jiang Jianhuan would be even busier than before after moving in. He would come home late at night every day, fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and wake up as soon as the alarm clock rang in the morning. He was like a wound-up machine, tired but full of energy.
He often spends his weekends at the company.
He was unhappy and unsatisfied, both physically and mentally. Every night when he saw the person in his arms sleeping soundly with their eyes half-closed, he felt guilty about doing anything.
And so, time moved forward, and autumn deepened. One day, Su Mo woke up to a bank text message showing a transfer, the amount of which was much larger than he had expected.
It's almost equivalent to a house.
He stared at the number for a long time, and the drowsiness and lingering haze in his mind gradually disappeared.
"What's going on?" Su Mo woke up and nudged the person next to her. Jiang Jianhuan rarely had a weekend off, so she finished all the orders on hand, checked her bank balance yesterday, and transferred everything to Su Mo's account.
The teller said the money would arrive in one to two business days. She was woken up and opened her eyes impatiently, only to see the phone screen that Su Mo had handed to her.
"Hmm?" Jiang Jianhuan glanced at him groggily, then buried his face in the pillow again, his voice muffled.
"My income during this period..."
Su Mo's suspicions were confirmed. She looked at the text message, then glanced at the person sleeping soundly beside her. Considering how busy she had been lately, she felt a little uneasy.
His original intention was to make her life more comfortable and peaceful. For him, that money was just an extra few jobs, and not even a big deal.
However, her resolve remained unwavering.
When they were together before, Su Mo knew that although Jiang Jianhuan seemed gentle and compliant on the surface, and even acted like a little girl who never grew up when she was with him in private, she was very firm in any decision or idea she made.
It carries a kind of resolute determination, like a moth drawn to a flame, and a willingness to die for one's cause.
She has a soft heart and never stays angry for more than two hours; she forgives others very easily. She's also timid, cries easily, and can be upset for days after watching a single movie.
It's like a fruit with a hard exterior, but once you peel it open, the inside is so soft you can sink into it.
Su Mo knew that she would probably spend her whole life fighting to get rid of this debt, and even if she was exhausted and knocked down countless times, she would still grit her teeth and persevere against that unwilling soul.
His eyes felt heavy and stinging, a mix of emotions—heartache, helplessness—overwhelmed him, threatening to break him.
Su Mo could no longer hold back. She brushed aside the hair that had fallen across Jiang Jianhuan's cheeks, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply.
"Mmm..." He kissed her fiercely and urgently, and Jiang Jianhuan was momentarily flustered. Then she came to her senses and vaguely sensed his emotions. She ran her hand through his hair and slowly stroked it.
Su Mo originally only wanted to kiss her, otherwise he would be overwhelmed by the bitterness in his heart. But later, Jiang Jianhuan's accommodating and comforting gradually made him lose control. His body, which had not been satisfied for many days, was almost ready to erupt at the slightest touch.
Jiang Jianhuan's weekend sleep-in was completely ruined. Not only could he not sleep, but he was also more tired than before. By the time Su Mo finally gave up, it was already noon.
Perhaps because she had been holding it in for so long, Jiang Jianhuan collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, thinking she could finally sleep. But to her surprise, just as she rolled to the edge of the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, she was quickly pulled back. This time, the ordeal was even longer and more like torture.
She was angry and wanted to make a scene, but when she saw Su Mo gently calling her to get up, she lost her temper, fell into his arms and hugged him tightly, whimpering and rubbing against him in dissatisfaction.
She was carried to brush her teeth and wash her face, then to eat, and finally dragged out for a two-lap walk in the neighborhood park. Su Mo suddenly had a whimsical idea.
Should we get a dog?
"......?" Jiang Jianhuan turned to look at him in disbelief and confusion.
"Why? I can't even take care of myself, why would I want to get a dog?"
"That way we can walk it together every day. You're always staying at home, you should go out more often."
"I'm not always a homebody! I get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs every day!" Jiang Jianhuan glared, fuming.
"Okay, okay, I want to keep it, I'll take care of it. You just need to play with it when you have time."
That being said, when the little Shiba Inu was brought home, with its fluffy, round head, hiding under the table like a tiny ball, Jiang Jianhuan still couldn't help but cheer softly and pounce on it.
"Ah, my little cutie, let me hug you!"
The puppy didn't flinch. It struggled a little in her arms before letting Jiang Jianhuan stroke its fur and rub its head. Its silly face and round eyes made it look very honest and well-behaved.
"Oh my, how cute! Su Mo, does it have a name yet?"
"No, we'll wait for you to come and get it." Su Mo squatted down beside her, smiling as she gently patted her head.
Jiang Jianhuan felt that the technique was the same as when she rubbed the puppy.
"How about we call him Wangcai?" She rolled her eyes and asked, tilting her head. Su Mo paused, a conflict flashing in her eyes.
"...It's not impossible, whatever you like."
"Isn't this a bit old-fashioned..." Jiang Jianhuan muttered to herself, picking up one of the puppy's paws and teasing it, as if she had suddenly discovered a new world.
"It looks a little wronged." She looked into the puppy's dark, moist eyes, which seemed even more aggrieved.
"Does it not like the name?"
"How could that be? It will like whatever you like." Su Mo comforted him, making the final decision on the name that would accompany Wangcai for the rest of its life.
"That's what we'll call it."
After Su Mo finished speaking, she secretly thought to herself that she would never let her name the child in the future; she would do it herself.
October marks the arrival of another year's new product launch. Jiang Jianhuan is now capable of handling things independently, and her client resources are even approaching those of Jiang Yuan.
Thanks to You Yan, that incident made her an overnight sensation. Even now, people still flock to her to design dresses, but Jiang Jianhuan can no longer handle them all, resulting in many people not being able to get on the waiting list.