"I already knew."
"You know... huh? You know!—" Zhou You realized what was happening, raised her voice, and said angrily.
"When did you find out? You knew and didn't tell me! That's too much, Su Mo—"
"You're so noisy," Su Mo said succinctly, ending the call.
"Blocked."
"Hey, Su Mo? Su Mo!"
Zhou You heard the beeping sound from her phone, her eyes widened, and she immediately bombarded the screen with messages. The next second, a message appeared in the chat box.
The other party has enabled friend verification, but you are not yet their friend. Please send a friend request first. You can chat only after the other party accepts your request.
Holy crap!
Zhou Youqing couldn't help but swear again.
The waiting room remained quiet.
Su Mo stared at the photo on her phone with her eyes down, zooming in and out. Her gaze lingered on the two people for a long time before finally sweeping over Jiang Jianhuan's slightly upturned lips and settling on Shen Zaixi's face.
He first met Shen Zaixi during his summer vacation after his freshman year of college.
At that time, he and Jiang Jianhuan had been together for half a year.
Years later, Su Mo still remembers the man standing in front of him with a calm and confident smile, then extending his hand and nodding politely.
"Hello, I'm Shen Zaixi, Jianhuan's neighbor brother."
......
"Our names were meant to be a pair from birth."
These words, seemingly spoken casually, have taken root in Su Mo's heart for years, becoming an indelible thorn that cannot be pulled out or melted away.
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After receiving Li Sa's reply regarding the design draft, Jiang Jianhuan's work progressed steadily.
Although Sumer's original words didn't sound very good, he didn't deny that things were progressing smoothly.
Su Mo confirmed that there were no problems with the style, and the design underwent several rounds of internal review before finally entering the plate-making and sampling stage.
Jiang Jianhuan tried several kinds of fabric but was not very satisfied with any of them. She stayed in the workshop and was too lazy to even take care of her hair. When the rubber band suddenly broke, she just grabbed a scrap of cloth to tie it up. At first glance, she looked like a female tailor from old times.
Designers should be able to make their own clothes; this is a basic skill. Especially for high-end brands, haute couture clothing is almost entirely handmade, which places high demands on fashion designers.
Jiang Jianhuan did everything herself, without relying on anyone else. She handled every single stitch.
Time flies when you're engrossed in your work, and the day the finished clothes were ready, she couldn't wait to contact Li Sa.
“Su Mo is not in the country recently; he has gone abroad.”
"Ah." Jiang Jianhuan frowned, looking troubled.
She wanted to see how the clothes looked on her and if there were any adjustments needed.
Normally, this kind of work is done by models, but this series of clothes was custom-made according to Sue Mo's measurements, so it doesn't seem like it would be suitable to find someone else with the right body shape.
"When will he be back?"
"I'm not sure about that," Li Sa replied after a while.
"Let me ask for you."
Jiang Jianhuan waited anxiously on the other end, but fortunately, Li Sa sent a message soon, which she quickly opened.
"Su Mo will be returning to China in a couple of days."
After agreeing on a time, Jiang Jianhuan breathed a sigh of relief, but then instinctively thought of their last phone call, and her heart tightened slightly.
—This is just a work requirement.
She had mentally prepared herself countless times before, and this time she was back online. She had always been someone who learned to adapt to her environment; no matter how good or bad things were, after a while and experiencing them a few times, she would get used to it and become numb to it.
This is what life taught her.
Su Mo has been away for quite a long time this time. I heard it's for studying, and it seems she also has some work abroad.
I stumbled upon Jiang Jianhuan's post while browsing Weibo. He had released a new single, an all-English song, which reached the top three on a well-known international chart. Zhao Zhao frantically shared, commented, and liked it, perfectly embodying the term "brainless fan."
Zhao Zhao was her roommate when she was abroad. She was a Chinese-American girl whose ancestral home was Shandong. Her parents ran a small shop in Chinatown.
On the day Jiang Jianhuan left, Zhao Zhao got up early in the morning to take her to the airport. The two hugged one last time, ending their two-year cohabitation relationship.
Even so, Jiang Jianhuan never uttered a single word about Su Mo to her.
Because that memory was like a locked cabinet in her heart, left to pile up in a corner, quietly shrouded in darkness. Jiang Jianhuan dared not open it.
However, after not seeing each other for a month, the emotions in Su Mo's eyes seemed to be even deeper and more obscure than before, and Jiang Jianhuan even had a faint feeling that he dared not look him in the eye.
Jiang Jianhuan carefully took out each piece of clothing, all of which were neatly folded and ironed on hangers. He then handed a complete set to Su Mo.
"Try this first."
It was a long trench coat and a thin sweater, paired with light-colored cropped trousers that just revealed her ankles.