A polymath synth artist defies her parents' plans by casting a scarlet fingernail into a nest of mummified womb-senators.
Upon its removal, the urn erupts, seven scaly impure miners surge...
Following her preferences, Fu Hange drew a heart-shaped frame without knowing what it was, and then simply and directly drew a huge diamond ring on it. Anyway, she was a vain woman, and such a big diamond was enough for her to show off.
Looking at the design draft in her hand, Fu Hange couldn't even calculate how many carats of diamonds were needed; the bigger the better, she thought.
When Gu Yuan returned home that evening, Fu Hange showed it to him. Gu Yuan almost spat out the water in his mouth and laughed, "Even if you want to show Tong Meng's status, you don't have to draw it this big, do you? How much did Li Li spend to order this?"
Fu Hange snatched the manuscript from Gu Yuan's hands: "Anyway, no matter how I draw it, you think it's not good. Besides, how could Li Li not have the money to buy it? Today I saw that he spoke with great manners and was wearing good brands. He must be very rich. I don't know what kind of taste he has to fall for a woman like Tong Meng."
After saying that, she stared at the manuscript again, completely unaware of Gu Yuan's sinister eyes.
"Anyway, I've finished drawing the manuscript and done what I promised you, so do whatever you want with me."
Gu Yuan's eyes grew even colder: "Why do I get the feeling that you have an overwhelming liking for that Li Li? What happened there today?"
"What can I do? Deliver the manuscript."
Gu Yuan pressed on relentlessly, "Is there something going on between you two? And you're even taking his side."
What does this mean? Is this just being unreasonable? Fu Hange threw a tantrum and went upstairs, not wanting to argue with Gu Yuan.
Just as she reached the corner of the escalator, her waist suddenly went limp, she turned around, and then her feet left the ground as Gu Yuan picked her up horizontally.
His voice was chillingly cold: "I'm going to punish you."
The next day, Fu Hange went to submit her manuscript again and miraculously discovered that she had been repeating the same boring routine for the past few days: drawing all day, serving Gu Yuan at night, and then submitting her manuscript during the day. She decided that this time, regardless of whether Tong Meng liked it or not, she would not draw anymore.
Upon entering, Tong Meng and Li Li were sitting on opposite sides, neither speaking. Seeing Fu Hange arrive, Tong Meng adopted a languid demeanor: "Miss Xu is here. I wonder what kind of work you'll present to satisfy me today."
It was clearly a sarcastic remark, but Fu Hange didn't bother arguing with her. Getting angry would only make her worse, which wasn't worth it at all. She took the manuscript out of her bag and placed it on the table.
Tong Meng burst into laughter after reading it, then held it up in front of Fu Hange: "This is your manuscript? Am I supposed to compare whose diamond is bigger? Or whose ring is heavier? Miss Xu, you're really creative."
Just as Gu Yuan had said, she was not satisfied. Fu Hange also wanted to play the good person in front of her and keep giving in, so she simply gave her a straight answer: "Since Miss Tong doesn't like it, then I'll take it away. I'm not talented enough to design a wedding ring that suits Miss Tong, so please find someone else and don't make things difficult for me anymore."
Tong Meng stood up angrily and veiledly insulted her: "I'm making things difficult for you? I just asked you to design something suitable for me. What do you think people will think of me if I go out wearing this? Shouldn't you adhere to the principle that the customer is always right? How dare you criticize me here? Believe me, I'll make sure you can't stay in this industry!"
Fu Hange considered herself unlucky; she shouldn't have come here. What kind of design service was this? She was just asking for trouble. She wondered what Gu Yuan's judgment was in taking this woman's job. Not wanting to waste time arguing with this madman, she simply said, "Sorry, I have something to do."
Just as she was about to leave, Tong Meng grabbed her wrist, twisted her body, and slapped her across the face.