She waved to Jiang Jianhuan, then sat up straight eagerly. When her fingers touched the skirt, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
The pale gold long dress, with its gauze skirt embroidered with gold threads that connect to form a lifelike golden phoenix spreading its wings and soaring high.
A magnificent and enormous phoenix tail spreads out on the skirt, with the phoenix head spiraling upwards and finally resting on the upper back. From the waist up, there is a hollow design, leaving only the proudly raised head resting there.
You Yan almost couldn't wait to change into the dress.
The size was perfectly tailored to fit her perfectly. When she walked out, even though her black hair was casually tied back and she was barefoot, as she slowly lifted her skirt, her whole body was enveloped in a pale gold color, she still looked like a goddess descending to earth.
Even the agent, who had witnessed countless moments of female celebrities looking glamorous, stared wide-eyed at this moment, muttering with her mouth slightly open.
"Beautiful! So beautiful."
You Yan's skin was fair and delicate, with her exquisite collarbone and rounded shoulders visible above her neckline, as if they could be grasped in one hand. Her skirt flared out in layers at her waist and piled up at her feet, with gorgeous and retro phoenix tail embroidery. Every step she took carried a strong sense of courtly solemnity and beauty.
The bigger highlight is behind her. As long as she turns her body slightly, you can see her proudly raised phoenix head, which falls right on the prominent butterfly bone on her back. The pale gold color and snow-white skin complement each other, creating an indescribable sexy and beautiful look, yet without a trace of frivolity. Instead, it makes people feel a sense of noble reverence.
"Jianhuan, from now on, you'll be responsible for all my dresses." You Yan looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes and brows brimming with undisguised excitement. A good dress is so important to a female celebrity; it's like pre-booking the headlines and news coverage for the night.
This is nothing like participating in a variety show and making a splash.
You Yan could already imagine the gleam in the eyes of the media and the constant flashing of cameras when she walked down the red carpet; she could even guess the headlines of the press releases.
This was the first time Jiang Jianhuan had heard You Yan speak to her in such a kind and friendly tone. She nodded slightly, feeling flattered, and thanked her. You Yan glanced at her with a smile on her face.
"Let me make this clear first, no matter how famous you become in the future, I'll be number one in line, and everyone else's orders will have to be put after mine..." she joked, half-jokingly, and Jiang Jianhuan quickly agreed.
"It's only right. Teacher Yan Yan thinks too highly of me."
"Sigh." You Yan sighed at herself in the mirror, a hint of resentment in her eyes. "You and I both know that after this awards ceremony, quite a few people will be eyeing you. Good things can't be kept secret. If only you had designed for me alone..."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something, turned around and stared at Jiang Jianhuan, her eyes shining as she asked.
"Would you like to come to my studio and become my personal stylist? Name your price, and I'll give you whatever I can offer."
Jiang Jianhuan was taken aback at first, then felt a headache coming on. He took a few seconds to find the right words, his face showing fear and trepidation.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Yan Yan, I have no plans to resign at the moment. I appreciate your kindness."
"Sigh..." You Yan glanced at her, not angry, but very regretful.
"All right."
Actually, she was just saying it casually. After all, being a designer for a big brand is much better than working for a celebrity studio. Although she is famous, all she can offer is money, while the brand gives her fame that others crave.
She just rarely meets someone so compatible, and she really wants him.
Jiang Jianhuan went back and slept for more than ten hours straight, from evening until noon the next day.
The embroidery on You Yan's dress had many details that were done by hand, which took a long time and required great precision. Jiang Jianhuan stayed at the company until very late almost every day, and in the morning she had to rely entirely on willpower to get out of bed.
The temperature has dropped recently as autumn arrives, and the bed is very warm. With the man's body beside me, it's like a natural heater, making it even more reluctant to get out of bed.
Jiang Jianhuan used to have only one alarm clock, but now she has to set three.
Today is Sunday. Su Mo disappeared somewhere in the middle of the day. Jiang Jianhuan was half asleep at the time and clung to him. Su Mo comforted her for a long time before tucking her back into the blankets and getting up to get out of bed.
When Jiang Jianhuan woke up, the sun was already shining in through the window and onto the floor. She reached out and pulled down the note from the bedside table. It was in Su Mo's handwriting.
I'm going to the studio. Breakfast is in the fridge; remember to heat it up in the microwave. I'll be back for dinner.
Jiang Jianhuan snorted in dissatisfaction, stuck the paper back in her hand, and buried her face in the pillow to try and wake up.
"Braised pig's trotters tonight!" She was completely shaken off sleepiness and angrily sent this voice message to Su Mo before jumping out of bed to wash up.
Su Mo didn't reply for a while. Jiang Jianhuan ate her breakfast and felt a little guilty. In the past two weeks, the two of them had a slight unpleasantness because of the moving.
The reason was that after Jiang Jianhuan evaded the issue that time, Su Mo brought it up again a week later. This time, Jiang Jianhuan had no choice but to confront him directly, saying that he didn't really want to move yet, as he had lived there for so long and had grown attached to it, and was too lazy to make a fuss.
Su Mo didn't say anything, and silently got up and went back to her room. Jiang Jianhuan felt a little guilty, because she knew she was just making up an excuse.
It's simple. She can still walk away at any time. If she moved in with him, it just wouldn't feel the same. Jiang Jianhuan hasn't thought much about their future. She doesn't dare to think about it, and she doesn't want to. Staying where she is now is fine.
It was a beautiful weekend, sunny and warm.
After breakfast, Jiang Jianhuan put on a loose, thin sweater and went out alone to the supermarket with a small crossbody bag.
My phone pinged, and his reply arrived belatedly—a voice message, his tone tinged with laughter.
"I'll go buy it tonight. What else would you like to eat?"
"I'm going to the supermarket alone now! I'll buy whatever I want to eat myself!" Jiang Jianhuan said with a smile, condemning him righteously and emphasizing the word "alone," waiting for Su Mo to burst into tears and admit his mistake.
"Oh, it seems we're out of milk at home. I'll bring some with me. Be careful, okay?"
"......"
Hmph, you big pig's trotter.
Jiang Jianhuan slammed her phone off, stuffed it into her bag, and decided not to talk to him for the next twenty minutes.
Jiang Jianhuan thought she would come back after shopping, but when she entered the supermarket and saw the dazzling array of goods, she found that she wanted to buy a little bit of everything. She slowly strolled around with the cart, and when she came out, she was carrying big bags and small bags.
I struggled to the door and suddenly noticed a furtive figure standing in front of my house. He was wearing an earthy yellow coat and burgundy carrot pants, and his hair was yellowish like a clump of withered grass. He seemed to be tiptoeing to peek inside.
Jiang Jianhuan's heart skipped a beat, and he was just about to shout out loud.
"Hey, girl, you're back! I've been waiting for you for ages!" The furtive figure turned around, and Jiang Jianhuan looked closely, realizing the face seemed somewhat familiar. After searching her memory for a while, she finally recognized him as her elusive landlady.