Without the need to record shows, Jiang Jianhuan returned to her usual routine, going back and forth between home and the company. Her peaceful life was filled with a sense of ease. The spotlight and the dazzling world she had experienced before seemed like a beautiful dream, lingering in her memory, which she would occasionally revisit.
The show "Her New Clothes" is still airing and has reached its final episode. Jiang Jianhuan has received many high-end orders, all of which are for her to design dresses. Jiang Jianhuan has made a schedule, and the time is already booked until next month.
Some people gave up after hearing this, while others who weren't in a hurry or came specifically for her said they were willing to wait, no matter how late it was.
Even so, Jiang Jianhuan still felt uncomfortable and worked overtime until very late every day, trying to finish her work as quickly as possible.
Jiang Jianhuan still had no idea what to do with the dress she had promised You Yan, so she looked at videos of female celebrities walking the red carpet at past award ceremonies, studying each person's outfit and overall feel.
She watched it while on the bus, and got so engrossed that she accidentally missed her stop. Jiang Jianhuan lived in a remote area, about a forty-minute drive from the city center, and it was the third-to-last stop on this bus route.
This time, without realizing it, she ended up sitting at the final stop. It wasn't until the bus stopped and she saw the dark scene outside the window that Jiang Jianhuan realized something was wrong.
After getting off the bus, I waited for ages, but not a single bus passed by. The final stop was practically on the outskirts of the city, so remote that there was only a garbage dump and not a single residential building in sight. The area was deserted.
Jiang Jianhuan felt a little flustered. She carefully examined the bus stop sign and discovered that the bus she had just taken was the last one.
"......"
When Jiang Jianhuan opened the ride-hailing app, she was still trying to find some humor in her predicament, thinking that at least her phone had power, otherwise she would be stuck in this desolate place. However, more than ten minutes passed and not a single driver accepted her order.
...They're celebrating too soon.
Su Mo had previously messaged her saying he was at the studio and would probably be working late, telling her to go to sleep first. That's why Jiang Jianhuan dared to work overtime until this late. However, now that she thought about it, she could only ask him for help.
Feeling guilty, she dialed the number. Su Mo answered quickly and listened to her weak description of the current situation. Without saying a word, Su Mo grabbed her car keys and went downstairs.
"Stay there and don't move, I'm coming to get you now."
Su Mo Studio and Jiang Jianhuan's company are in the same direction, and it takes about forty minutes to get there. After hanging up the phone, she sat down on the seat under the bus stop with her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting on her knees, and began to doze off.
Awakened by the sound of a car, Jiang Jianhuan opened her eyes, looked up and saw Su Mo pushing open the car door and walking towards her. She rubbed her numb legs and stood up.
"I'm so tired." Jiang Jianhuan grabbed Su Mo's hand, rubbed her head against his shoulder, deliberately ignoring his face, which was much more gloomy than usual, and lazily acted coquettishly.
Su Mo couldn't bring herself to be angry. She half-dragged, half-carried her into the car.
"Sit still, it's time to go back."
The back-and-forth commotion left not only Jiang Jianhuan exhausted, but Su Mo was also somewhat weary. After showering and getting into bed, he pulled Jiang Jianhuan into his arms from behind, resting his head on her neck, his breathing even and steady.
Jiang Jianhuan closed her eyes, and was about to fall asleep in a daze.
"Jianhuan..." he suddenly uttered, as if in a daze. Jiang Jianhuan did not open her eyes, and her voice was barely audible.
"Um?"
"Do you want to move in with me?" Su Mo's voice was very soft, gently floating in Jiang Jianhuan's ear, as if she were talking in her sleep. Jiang Jianhuan suddenly woke up and opened her eyes.
To be fair, her place was far away and in a remote location, making it inconvenient for both of them to get to work. Su Mo always had to get up early to take her to the company before going to his studio himself.
Moreover, the house was small and dilapidated, and the two of them always felt a bit cramped sleeping in the bed, having to be very close together to avoid falling off.
Jiang Jianhuan had been to Su Mo's home. Not only was it very convenient for commuting, but the environment was also several times better. She hadn't forgotten the study that had been converted into a personal workspace. Li Sa had once said that Su Mo often wrote songs at home and rarely came to the studio.
Su Mo had been staying here for a while, and Jiang Jianhuan had deliberately ignored the problem, as if he had retreated into his shell. But now, however, he had been broken out of his shell and brought back to reality.
She didn't answer for a long time. Su Mo pinched the flesh on her waist in dissatisfaction, urging her silently. Jiang Jianhuan twisted her body to avoid it, and then mumbled a vague excuse.
"I... I'll think about it..."
With no movement behind her, Jiang Jianhuan breathed a slight sigh of relief, only to be turned around by her shoulders. In the dim light of the streetlamp shining through the window, she saw Su Mo's displeased eyes.
The next second, his breathing became heavy, his lips bit down hard, and he sucked and swirled her tongue around, his breath hot and restless, as if he wanted to vent all his emotions into it.
Jiang Jianhuan unconsciously gripped his pajamas collar, tilting her head back slightly as she endured the pain.
Fortunately, Su Mo released her after a short while.
With the fresh air, Jiang Jianhuan leaned against his shoulder, panting weakly. Su Mo hugged her tightly, rubbed the back of her head, and said in a low voice.
"Go to sleep."
Chapter 54
The Golden Globe Awards have always been highly anticipated, and the red carpet appearances of celebrities are a major highlight. The media provides almost real-time coverage; the moment a celebrity appears, a press release is out the next second. Every time, the dresses worn by female celebrities spark heated discussions.
Jiang Jianhuan's previous designs for You Yan's clothes tended to be more individualistic and lacked grandeur, while her gowns were more eye-catching and glamorous. She found some old photos of You Yan in gowns, looked them over, and had some ideas.
You Yan used to go for a glamorous and playful style. She was pretty enough, but she always lacked a sense of sophistication. She was going to try a different style.
The high-end dress used expensive materials. Jiang Jianhuan designed the sketches and showed them to You Yan first. The big star was busy and only replied with two words: "Okay."
It took nearly a month for the dress to be made, thanks to Jiang Jianhuan's tireless efforts day and night. She took the dress to You Yan's studio to try it on.
It was her first time in such a place, so she couldn't help but take a few extra glances, but she quickly suppressed her curiosity and followed You Yan's assistant into one of the rooms.
After some time had passed, the person sitting on the sofa remained unchanged. You Yan was barefoot, reading the script, her exposed insteps fair and delicate, each toenail painted with bright red nail polish.
Her makeup was also exquisite. When she saw her arrive, the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, with black eyeliner drawn in, making her look extremely lazy and charming.
Jiang Jianhuan greeted her softly, unfolded the exquisitely packaged dress in her hand, hung it on a specially made hanger, and stroked it in front of her.
"Teacher Yanyan, the skirt is here, would you like to try it on?"
You Yan's gaze swept over casually, but when it fell on the dress, she suddenly stopped, her eyes showing a hint of amazement.
"Bring it here, let me take a closer look."