Chapter 378 The Amnesiac Girl Who Was ‘Hated’ by Her Five Ex-Boyfriends (36)

Because of Zhou Yanzhou, Qingwu was indeed connected to the seemingly unyielding jewelry tycoon. After seeing Qingwu's works, she also expressed her sincere appreciation for her talent.

More importantly, the jewelry master also revealed an important piece of information to Qingwu -

There will be a most grand jewelry design competition soon.

This is undoubtedly a great opportunity for Qingwu.

Qingwu thought of the invitation letter that Fu Cichuan had secretly sent to her recently.

Fu Cichuan is one of the judges.

So that was the idea.

Qingwu curled her lips.

In that case, she would just do as he wished.

But...something needs to be spit out.

The championship of the competition was already in her pocket.

What Qingwu wants...

He is the most talented and brilliant top luxury designer and the only heir of Fu Jewelry——

Work for her.

......

With this thought in mind, Qingwu came to Fu Cichuan's studio.

This studio originally belonged to Fu Cichuan and Qing Wu.

Fu Cichuan knew Qingwu's dream since she was a child, and he bought the building for Qingwu when she was ten years old.

Childhood sweethearts, what a wonderful friendship we once had.

Fu Cichuan thought of everything for Qingwu.

As dusk gradually enveloped the earth and spread over the gilded and carved window frames like a veil, Qingwu's fingertips gently brushed across the vine pattern wrapped around the studio door handle.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, the scent of sandalwood and turpentine hits you in the face.

The crystal chandelier cuts light and shadow into tiny diamonds, flowing over the platinum mold on the workbench.

Qingwu's eyes swept across the design drawings hanging on the wall. The corners of the sketches outlined with colored pencils were slightly curled up, and the dates marked on them spanned from the age of fourteen to twenty-four.

A full ten years.

These are all inspirations that Fu Cichuan got because of Qingwu.

Even though they had broken up, Fu Cichuan still designed one work after another for Qingwu.

It just brought a layer of pain.

However, these works seem to be shrouded in a faint layer of pain.

Because his love for Qingwu has never stopped.

——Because of love, there is pain.

He is actually terribly stubborn.

I made up my mind when I was young, and it has never changed over the years.

It will not change in the future.

Fu Cichuan believes that his efforts will be rewarded one day.

He and Qingwu grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and he is Qingwu's first love.

They figured out many things together.

Fu Cichuan thought he knew Qingwu very well.

Qingwu is naturally cold and selfish.

She may never fall in love with anyone.

She only loves herself.

But he deeply loves her who plays with the world like this.

In his opinion, Qingwu is actually a good person.

At least this way, she wouldn't be easily hurt and could treat everyone equally.

Isn’t this kind of cruelty that treats everyone equally a kind of balance?

And he will stay by Qingwu's side in his own way.

Fu Cichuan looked at the girl he loved walking towards him step by step with a relaxed expression.

The light from the crystal chandelier shattered into a galaxy in Qingwu's eyes. She deftly unscrewed the pearl earrings with her fingertips, and the blush on her earlobes was more scorching than the twilight.

The moment the vine-patterned door handle clicked and locked behind him, the scent of sandalwood and turpentine suddenly became hot, as if ignited by some burning emotion.

Fu Cichuan's Adam's apple rolled violently as he watched her wearing ten-centimeter high heels, her satin skirt drawing a winding stream with her steps, and finally sitting elegantly astride his platinum mold workbench.

"What does Judge Fu want?"

The clear and charming voice was like the sound of nature, yet it also carried a hint of teasing.

Her fingertips, like ethereal butterflies, gently brushed across the second button of Fu Cichuan's shirt. Then, she chuckled deliberately, "You deliberately lured me here. Judge Fu...you're truly a man with ill intentions."

The warm breath brushed past the tip of his red ear, like a soft feather. Qingwu deliberately let her hair down, and her dark black hair wrapped around his tie like spider silk, gently pulling him towards her.

Fu Cichuan's palm rested heavily on Qingwu's waist, causing the metal table to vibrate slightly.

He stared down at the woman who had haunted his dreams for so many years.

yes.

He is indeed a sinister and despicable man.

But all of this was caused by Qingwu herself, who made him like this.

——Greedy, paranoid, even longing for the fresh and charming breath.

Fu Cichuan suddenly loosened his tie, then quickly leaned over and bit the delicate skin above Qingwu's collarbone without hesitation.

He pressed his teeth together slightly, as if to vent all the longing and resentment of the past years.

Qingwu tilted her neck back and laughed out loud. The heel of her high heels gently hooked around Fu Cichuan's calf, then slowly moved up, sliding from the ankle all the way to the knee, with a subtle teasing.

Just when Fu Cichuan was feeling confused and lost, Qing Wu suddenly hooked her arms around his neck like a cunning fox, and her red lips brushed against his tense jawline.

His voice was icy yet alluring: "Why, are you trying to threaten me? If I don't come, Master Designer Fu, are you going to cause trouble for me at the competition?"

Qingwu's body temperature could be felt through the tightly pressed body, but her tone seemed to be wrapped in ice, causing Fu Cichuan's heart to tighten suddenly.

Fu Cichuan suddenly panicked and lost control of his hands, accidentally pulling off the pearl necklace around Qingwu's neck.

The round beads rolled to the ground with a crackling sound, as if it was Fu Cichuan's heartbeat that was completely out of control.

He hurriedly explained, "Of course not! Ah Wu... I just..."

When the words come to my lips, those burning thoughts are hard to express.

I miss you so much.

——I want to see you.

He knew where Qingwu's ex-boyfriends were now.

He is obviously her ex-boyfriend. Others can get her attention, so why can't he?

What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality.

Qingwu wants to treat everyone equally, so he also wants to be treated the same.

Fu Cichuan's panic gave Qingwu, the "bad woman", an opportunity.

The competition was just a pretext, and Fu Cichuan...

Qingwu's gaze fell on the pearls all over the ground, and a barely perceptible light flashed in her eyes.

Qingwu's jewelry brand is on the rise. She needs more attention and support, and more importantly, she needs a designer with outstanding abilities like Fu Cichuan.

She slowly squatted down, picked up a pearl with her slender fingers, and played with it in her palm.