"What's the meaning?"
"Secretly sending Xiaoling to contact Tang Song, while not giving up on Zhu Hao here?" Father Fang lowered his voice, his face full of calculation. "Whichever side succeeds, it will be a good thing for us."
Mrs. Fang chuckled, staring at Mr. Fang, and exclaimed in admiration, "What a brilliant plan!"
Mr. Fang proudly raised his head, "Of course! After all, we have two daughters!"
Fang's mother gave him a meaningful look, neither confirming nor denying his words, "I'll talk to Xiaoling, but Zhu Hao absolutely cannot know about this!"
"I know! I know!" Mr. Fang waved his hand dismissively. "I'll go to the Xiao family to annul the engagement tomorrow morning. Luckily, Madam Xiao disagreed back then and refused to publicly announce that Xiao Ling was the Xiao family's chosen fiancé. Now it's all good, annuling the engagement is easy, and it won't affect Xiao Ling's chances of finding a good family!"
"Hmph." Thinking of Madam Xiao's haughty demeanor, Madam Fang couldn't help but sneer, "She's only got herself into trouble!"
"Alright, alright!" Mr. Fang pulled up the covers and buried his head in his hands. "Go to sleep, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."
Fang's mother opened her lips, but before she could speak, a deafening snoring sound erupted beside her.
She straightened the blanket with a look of disgust, stood far away, covered her ears and closed her eyes.
*
The next day.
Zhu Hao entered the company with the design drawings he had drawn the night before, and sure enough, he saw an uninvited person in front of his desk—Song Shang.
Zhuo Shishan stood in the center of the office and surveyed the scene. This time, Song Shang was not surrounded by anyone; everyone was sitting obediently in their seats working.
The moment she saw Zhu Hao, her serious eyes lit up. "You're here?"
Zhu Hao nodded somewhat bewildered, glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized there were still ten minutes until it was time for work.
"Teacher Song said you should have finished the design draft and wanted to come and see it. He insisted on waiting for you at your seat." Zhuo Shishan appeared respectful, but in reality, she was practically grinding her teeth to powder.
Song Shang arrived early in the morning, and after arriving, he swaggered around and sat down in the best spot for good luck, refusing to get up no matter what. The people from the design department surrounded him to take pictures and sign autographs, and he even enjoyed maintaining order.
Pooh!
Does it need his maintenance?
If he doesn't come, will the order here be disrupted?
I don't know what got into her; she wasn't this enthusiastic when we worked together before.
This time, they practically want to check on the progress every day.
The design department isn't made of magic. How could they possibly design the style this picky guy likes in less than a day?
What a shrew!
Pooh!
Zhuo Shishan rolled her eyes where Song Shang couldn't see.
I saw the message, but I pretended not to see it and looked away.
Song Shang stood up and walked towards Zhu Hao, "How is it? Is it finished?"
Zhu Hao pursed her lips, silently took out the design draft from her bag, and handed it to him.
Song Shang raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had just said it casually, but he didn't expect her to actually finish it. Pu Zhao hadn't even finished drawing it yet.
He gave Zhu Hao a meaningful look and said, "Yes, it's fine."
Zhuo Shishan was also surprised and quickly stepped forward, asking in a low voice, "Is it really finished?"
Zhuhao stood there obediently and nodded gently.
She actually finished the drawing, and even borrowed Tang Song's study at night to complete it. She also inexplicably gained the task of designing clothes for Tang Song.
Pu Zhao, who had been sitting still, couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart and went forward to take a look. His gaze fell on Song Shang's hand, where Song Shang had put away the design draft.
"Alright, I've taken a quick look, and I'm quite satisfied." Song Shang smiled gently, his upturned peach blossom eyes alluringly fixed on Zhu Hao. "There are just a few details we need to discuss. Do you have time now?"
"Satisfied!?" Zhuo Shishan's tone changed, and she stared at Song Shang with a surprised expression and a strange look on her face.
This is Zhu Hao's first draft of the design, and Song Shang is actually satisfied!?
When she was working with Song Shang, he wasn't so easy to talk to; he practically wanted her to produce a hundred drafts at once!
Zhuo Shishan didn't keep her voice down this time, and everyone in the design department heard it, their eyes all falling on Zhu Hao.
Suddenly becoming the center of attention, Zhu Hao felt a little uncomfortable, clutching the hem of her clothes and taking a half step back.
Ignoring Zhuo Shishan's disgusted expression, Song Shang focused intently on Zhu Hao. "Is now a convenient time to discuss the details?"
Zhu Hao looked at Zhuo Shishan hesitantly.
"Let's discuss this in my office," Zhuo Shishan said, pulling Zhu Hao towards her office. "Everyone else! Those who need to do their work, keep doing it. Don't get distracted!"
Song Shang raised an eyebrow and followed without a care.
Pu Zhao, who had been ignored all along, pursed his lips and watched Song Shang's leisurely and cheerful back as he gripped the pen in his hand, his whole body trembling.
Someone else, oblivious to the danger, stepped forward and asked, "Pu Zhao, isn't this project something you and Zhu Hao did together? How's your drawing coming along?"
Pu Zhao didn't respond, but someone else answered for her, "It's probably not finished yet. Normally, a design draft takes at least three days, let alone someone as demanding as Teacher Song, a week wouldn't be too much."
"How come Zhu Hao finished drawing it in just one night? And I clearly heard Teacher Song say he was satisfied just now."
"She's talented. Haven't you seen her paintings in school competitions? They're better than some of the paintings here. She's very gifted."
"Really!? Let me see!"
"Wait a minute..."
The sounds of mice and keyboards filled the office, followed by murmurs of admiration.
Pu Zhao's hands clenched tighter and tighter, and his face grew increasingly pale, but no one noticed.
*
Inside the office.
Song Shang and Zhu Hao sat facing each other, while Zhuo Shishan sat in the middle, staring intently at Song Shang.
Even if she were slow to react, she would have realized it by now.
Song Shang, that fussy guy, isn't satisfied with the design draft, he's satisfied with Zhu Hao! And satisfied with Zhu Hao himself!!
He's trying to break up her boyfriend!
Not allowed!
She won't allow it!
Tang Song and Zhu Hao are the perfect match!
This show-off, fussy guy in front of me is unworthy! Unworthy!
Zhuo Shishan's intense gaze was impossible to ignore.
Song Shang glanced at her helplessly. "What's wrong? You have a problem with me? I remember I didn't ask you to revise the design this time, did I?"
Zhuo Shishan smiled brightly, "How could that be? I'm just surprised by the tacit understanding between you and my intern. After all, it's the first time I've seen you so satisfied."
Song Shang's lips twitched. Looking at Zhuo Shishan's fawning smile, he felt a chill run down his spine. He felt that this woman was mocking him.
Song Shang ignored her and looked at Zhu Hao across from him. His upturned peach blossom eyes trembled slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids, which was inexplicably alluring.
Zhu Hao was stunned for a moment, and that feeling of his mind going completely blank returned.
"Best wishes." Song Shang's voice was ethereal and distant, as if it came from the horizon, making people instinctively obey. "You have time to talk to me alone, right?"
With unfocused eyes, he nodded slowly, hesitant and bewildered.
Zhuo Shishan realized something was wrong and quickly said, "Best wishes!"
Song Shang chuckled, raised his wrist, and brought it down heavily.
Bang!
Zhuo Shishan felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck and collapsed onto the sofa.
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