Chapter 6 08.16/Why is her fiancée so attached to him...

Wan Ting hoped that she would start work as soon as possible, but the young man obviously did not have such expectations.

He seemed to really hate others disturbing his life and getting close to him.

Before leaving, she stood up and followed Wan Ting out. Passing by the sofa where he was sitting, she was too close to his sofa and saw him glance at the hem of her skirt and frowned deeply.

"I still think he will fire me." Chu Song said to Wen Yao on the phone.

"Huh? No way, that's 20,000 yuan a day. Are you serious about painting?"

"Of course, I will definitely draw seriously," Chu Song dragged the large suitcase out, recalling carefully, "but I feel like he has opinions about everyone."

Wen Yao lowered her voice: "Is that so? That's very difficult to do."

When she was leaving yesterday, Wan Ting saw that she kept looking back, so he stopped and after hesitating, he explained that her employer had a slightly strange temperament and asked her to be more careful at work in the future and try her best to ensure that her husband was in a good mood.

"In the art museum, I served so many superiors for such a small salary a month. Here, I will definitely make sure he is happy." Chu Song dragged his suitcase downstairs, smiled sweetly, and greeted the landlady who passed by. When he looked away, he nodded to himself, reaffirming what he had just said.

Wen Yao hesitated for two seconds and asked, "Are they hiring anyone else here? Do they need a cleaner?"

"If you want, I'll quit my job tonight and fly over there," Wen Yao said.

Chu Song didn't bring too many things with him when he came to play because he was afraid it would be inconvenient. After putting away all his belongings, he only had one suitcase in total.

She took a taxi to the wealthy area in the south district, waited for the car sent by Wan Ting to pick her up, and followed the castle staff to her room on the third floor.

Chu Song put the suitcase away and looked up at the furnishings in the room.

The windows are large, facing the sea to the south. The window frames are made of glazed glass of various colors. The ceiling in the room is very high, and there are retro and complicated crystal chandeliers hanging in it. Even the bed has milky white curtains, a retro medieval style.

Just looking at it this way, you would think that the owner of the castle is an old antique.

She didn't know how old Fan Tingnian was, and it was inappropriate to ask the employer's age directly, so she didn't ask. But looking at Fan Tingnian's appearance, he should be only in his twenties, very young.

The woman standing next to her was Shu Ang, the staff member who met her in the courtyard yesterday and took her upstairs to wait for Wan Ting.

On the way here, Chu Song learned about her identity. She was a subordinate left here by the young man's mother, responsible for the man's daily life and various work matters.

Shu Ang, with her hair tied in a low bun and a smart black commuter suit, looked around the room, walked to the window, tied up the white gauze curtains, and explained with a smile, "The house was designed by Mr. Fan. He likes this style of seclusion."

Oh? This house is already remote enough, but does the design need to be even more remote?

Perhaps with Wan Ting's instructions, Shu Ang briefly introduced Fan Tingnian to Chu Song: "Mr. Fan's grandmother is Italian, and his mother now lives in Italy. His father died young, and his grandfather and grandmother now live near Qinghe Garden in the north city."

Qinghe Garden? The last time I heard of this place was when a high-ranking official was reportedly living there in the news.

Well, well, well, this person not only has a prominent background on his mother’s side, but his father’s side seems to be as well… People are indeed different.

She looked up again and looked around. No wonder she could live alone in a place like this.

Shu Ang: "Mr. Shu's mother was a painter, but she also made glass sculptures. Influenced by her, Mr. Shu has a high level of attainment in sculpture, and his current work is also mostly related to this field."

"My husband grew up here and doesn't like going out. He's only been to Italy once in recent years and rarely even visits the North City. He's closer to his mother's family... The design style of the studio's various products is based on quietness and solitude, and the colors don't need to be too bright, which my husband doesn't like..."

In order to help Chu Song better understand the work, Shu Ang said a few more words about his growing environment, personality preferences, work preferences, etc.

Chu Song listened and took notes, thinking that if he had a good relationship with his mother, he should reserve a place on the display to place a photo of them together.

Shu Ang finished speaking and walked out of the room. When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at the girl who was still writing in her notebook. "That's about what Butler Wan Ting asked me to tell you. Do you have any other questions?"

Chu Song finished writing the last two words, pressed the button on the ballpoint pen, and put it in his backpack along with the notepad he had written. He walked to the door, looked around the corridor, and asked uncertainly, "Didn't you say yesterday that I should stay on the second floor? This place seems to be on the third floor?"

"Yes," Shu Ang nodded with a smile, "Mr. Fan's staff all live in several villas not far from here. The first floor of this building is occupied by servants and gardeners, and the second floor is empty. Butler Wan Ting was worried that you would be afraid living on the second floor, so after comprehensive consideration, he finally arranged for you to live here."

After listening to Shu Ang, Chu Song stretched his head and looked behind her again.

The corridor is spacious and empty, with sunlight pouring in from the windows. Candlestick-style metal wall lamps are hung on the walls on both sides. Although the light is bright, it is too cold and desolate. If you live alone on one floor... it would be really scary.

Chu Song hunched his shoulders lightly and shrank back, secretly thanking Wan Ting in his heart.

"Then everyone living on this floor..."

Before she finished her question, Shu Ang smiled and replied, "Mr. Fan lives on this floor, but he's quite far away from you, in a few rooms to the east. There are a few servants living there. If you need anything, just use the machine in the room and make a call."

"OK."

The room that Shuang arranged for her to live in could no longer be called a room. It had a bedroom, a living room, and a separate bathroom. In addition, it even had a balcony and a small dressing room. It was simply a small suite that could meet all needs.

Shu Ang: "The second floor has a restaurant and a gym, which is a rest area. The third floor is the work area, which is where you and the design team will work in the future. Above that is Mr. Fan's private studio and workshop."

"Okay," Chu Song nodded again. After taking note of all the precautions, he looked up and asked, "When can I start work?"

Shu Ang: "Mr. Fan needs some private time today. Starting tomorrow morning, you can dine and work with him and communicate with him about the design details he wants."

This means that she has nothing to do today.

Chu Song was very happy and felt that this was a very good job.

In order not to disturb the gentleman upstairs who needed "private space", she had lunch on the second floor in advance.

Although the boss surnamed Fan might not necessarily come downstairs to eat, and even if he did, there were so many rooms on the second floor that he would definitely not come to this restaurant to eat, she was still cautious and came down early to avoid running into the boss.

The restaurant was huge and she was the only one there, but the food was very varied and the taste was indescribably good.

Because the prices in this dead city were too high, she traveled alone and even when she went to a restaurant, it was difficult for her to order a variety of dishes, so she hadn't eaten such a rich meal in a long time.

She put down her chopsticks, picked up the freshly squeezed grape juice in her right hand and took two sips, enjoying the sweet and sour taste of the seven hundred per bunch of Roman Ruby grapes from 42 degrees north latitude.

Putting the cup down, she took a deep breath, hoping that this work could last longer and longer.

A boss gave his employees grape juice that cost 700 yuan per bunch of grapes. Chu Song was so moved that he almost cried.

After finishing the last glass of juice, she wiped her lips with a tissue and stood up. Several other employees came in from the door and came over to eat.

As she had just arrived, she smiled at those people a little shyly. The other people were kind and she smiled back at them kindly.

Chu Song sighed again, money is indeed great, who can have a bad face when working in a place like this.

After finishing her meal and returning to her room, she did some light exercise first, then sat on the sofa by the window with her tablet in her arms and studied some travel guide.

She has been here for more than a week, but because she was lazy, she didn't visit many attractions. If she really wants to work here, she will have fewer opportunities to go out in the future. She doesn't know whether they will give her weekends off here.

Of course, if she was fired, she would have another chance to travel.

But she sat cross-legged and looked at the balcony on the right. Even if she worked here all the time, she could still see the beach, and it was a private sea area with clearer water!

Chu Song put down the tablet in her hand, leaned on the back of the chair with both hands, and looked at the sea outside the window. She decided to spend more time to get to know this boss.

That night, Chu Song read the documents and precautions sent by Shu Ang and fell asleep at one o'clock in the morning. Even in his dreams, he was still working hard to perform well the next day and win Mr. Fan's favor.

The next morning, Chu Song received a call from Wan Ting, asking her to have dinner at the restaurant on the east side of the second floor around 8 o'clock.

She went downstairs ten minutes early and was led there by a servant.

Five minutes after she sat down, the man came in from the door.

She knew Fan Tingnian's name when she scanned the two lines of words containing his name in the front clauses when signing the contract. Before that, she only knew that his surname was Fan.

Chu Song stood up immediately when she saw Fan Tingnian come in, but she had never interacted with such a "rich and powerful" person. After standing up, she didn't know what to do. She glanced at the servants beside her, thought about it, and like them, bowed to Fan Tingnian.

Talking about work with clients is just a polite greeting.

Fan Tingnian was wearing a dark silk double-breasted pajamas. When he raised his eyes and saw Chu Song's figure, he frowned slightly.

The people around him saw his expression and explained in a low voice: "Mr. Wan Ting said that Miss Chu Song started working today."

It was not until Fan Tingnian sat down that Chu Song realized how difficult this job was.

In the past, customers were very cooperative at such times, explaining their requirements and the effects they expected to achieve. Those with good personalities would even provide pictures for the designer's reference. At the very least, they would at least briefly say what color they liked.

But the person in front of her clearly had no desire to talk to her.

The man seemed very upset that he had forgotten she was there and that he was wearing pajamas. From the moment he came in, his lips were slightly pursed and his face looked unhappy.

Chu Song sat a few seats away from him, with a rich breakfast consisting of three dishes in front of him, but he couldn't eat a single bite.

Although she wanted to do a good job, she was not blind. Fan Tingnian was in a bad mood and seemed unwilling to talk.

Chu Song thought hard for half a minute, but the man only slowly finished a small piece of toast with avocado jam.

Everyone's dressing style reveals his preferences.

Chu Song thought for a moment, retracted his gaze, picked up the notebook on the side, and gently opened it. He wrote down the date on the first page, and then wrote down the accessories Fan Tingnian was wearing, and the style and color of his pajamas.

The previous few times I saw him, he mostly wore a white shirt. He had strange habits and high demands, so he must be an extremely formal person with a little obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Although his pajamas were dark in color, they had a very eye-catching dark blue pattern.

Compared to the clothes people wear when going out on weekdays, the pajamas they wear when relaxing can better reflect their color preferences, so among the rich color palette, they should relatively prefer blue.

Wear a necklace with a thin black chain around your neck and some decorations, and you should not be averse to more complicated designs.

Perhaps the sound she was recording disturbed the man, and he put down his knife and fork a few meters away.

Chu Song was already nervous. When he heard the voice, he looked up alertly and saw Fan Tingnian looking straight at him.

The color of his pupils was really too unfair, strange and beautiful. Every time Chu Song met his eyes, it was hard not to be stunned.

But immediately, she realized that it was the sound of her writing that disturbed him, because Fan Tingnian stopped and looked at her pen.

The room was quiet, and the paper of the notepad was rough, so there was a sound whether turning pages or writing.

She calmed her heartbeat. Since Fan Tingnian looked at her, she decided to ask directly. She couldn't just remain silent. "I want to ask... what kind of pajamas does Mr. Fan usually like to wear?"

Relaxing pajamas, regardless of style and color, best reflect a person's preferences.

The man's frown deepened, and then, as if remembering what Wan Ting had said yesterday about wanting the studio furniture replacement to be completed as soon as possible, he picked up his knife and fork again and patiently replied, "Black."

Chu Song also frowned.

Fan Tingnian's answer was obviously not sincere. According to his personality, dark colors must be the main color, but she wanted to know what the color combinations were.

There is also the style, whether it tends to be more regular, comfortable, or strange.

"Any other questions?" the man asked again in a calm voice.

"What about the style?"

“Both.”

"What about style? For example, does Mr. Fan prefer something out of the ordinary or something calm and steady?"

“I don’t know.”

Fan Tingnian obviously had no desire to communicate. Chu Song was in a dilemma. Up to now, she had not gotten any useful information from him. She probably wouldn't get anything else out of him by asking more. She still needed to see it with her own eyes.

There was a piece of toast with uneven jam on Fan Tingnian's plate. He took a look at it, scraped it away with a fork in disdain, and said in a cold, even voice, "Any other questions?"

Chu Song pondered for a moment, a little hesitant, but then she remembered that Wan Ting had emphasized on the phone this morning that she should feel free to ask any questions she had, otherwise the work would never proceed.

Many of those who were fired before were too polite, embarrassed, and didn't dare to ask, so Fan Tingnian really didn't like the final designs.

Thinking of this, Chu Song decided to politely mention his thoughts.

Fan Tingnian: "If there is no problem..."

"Yes," Chu Song said, organizing his words. "If Mr. Fan allows, could you let me see a few of the pajamas you often wear?"

The man paused and put down his knife and fork for the second time: "Pyjamas?"

Chu Song nodded.

In fact, if possible, she would like to see the color tone and bedding style of his bedroom, but because Fan Tingnian's face was always bad, she didn't dare to mention it.

Fan Tingnian was silent for three seconds, then lowered his right hand from the table and looked straight at her.

Why on earth was this woman so interested in his pajamas? They were his underwear.

And if she was not mistaken, her gaze had been lingering on his neck.

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Song Song: Huh? I was just looking at the necklace.