Zhuo Shishan's expression froze for a moment, her questioning eyes scrutinizing Song Shang from head to toe.
When did this bastard become so easy to talk to?
Song Shang smiled, his expression flawless. "What's wrong? Do you have any other requests?"
The rising tone carried a hint of indulgence, which made Zhuo Shishan shudder with disgust. She trembled all over, her lips tightened, and she shook her head slightly.
She stared at Song Shang strangely, suddenly regretting recommending Zhu Hao to him. Wasn't this a classic case of throwing a lamb to the slaughter?
“Well…” Zhuo Shishan thought it over and over again, “I still have an intern, should I let her join this project as well?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shang's face visibly darkened.
Zhuo Shishan ignored her and continued, "After all these years, these two are the first interns I've mentored, and this is also the first time I've handed over a project to them. If I only let Zhu Hao participate and exclude the other from the project, people will say I'm being biased. Besides, I just told Zhu Hao that this project will be included in her internship performance evaluation. If the other intern doesn't participate, it will be difficult to fairly and impartially assess their abilities."
Song Shang chuckled, "What? Is Teacher Zhuo using me as a practice tool for an intern?"
"How could that be?" Zhuo Shishan continued to explain considerately, "Both interns were selected through rigorous interviews, and each has their own strengths. I believe you also hope that the clothes you wear will showcase more of your different charms, right?"
It has to be said that Zhuo Shishan's words struck a chord with Song Shang.
Song Shang is the male actor Zhuo Shishan has ever seen who cares most about his appearance. He spends all his time grooming himself, even more so than a woman. Using such words to shut Song Shang up is the most appropriate thing to do.
As expected, Song Shang agreed readily after only a moment's thought.
Zhu Hao slightly turned her head, lifted her eyelids, stared at Zhuo Shishan beside her, raised her hand to tug at her sleeve, and pointed to the door.
Zhuo Shishan: "Okay, go ahead. Also, call Pu Zhao in and discuss the costume details with Teacher Song."
She nodded and left, her petite figure disappearing at the office door.
A moment later, Pu Zhao's excited figure appeared at the door.
Song Shang's eyelashes trembled slightly. After a polite smile, he sat down with little interest and lazily fiddled with a light green colored pencil.
Pu Zhao sat upright in front of him and spontaneously created a design draft of a pink butterfly. Although it was not as good as the one that Song Shang and Zhu Hao had just collaborated on, it still caught Song Shang's eye. He reluctantly nodded and agreed to let Pu Zhao join the project.
Upon hearing the news, Pu Zhao blushed with excitement, her hands trembling as she held the blueprints. She was completely oblivious to Song Shang's expressionless face, and even less aware that Song Shang's gaze had passed over her shoulder and landed on Zhu Hao outside the glass.
*
Mei-Yu's top-floor office.
Tang Song sat at the table with a gloomy expression, his pen tapping on the documents.
The secretaries outside the door stared at Zhu Qing nervously, lowering their voices, "Assistant Zhu, please, these documents are very important right now, could you please take them in?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Tang has been finding fault with me since he came in this morning. He complains that my coffee is too strong or that I put too much sugar in it. But I make it according to Mr. Tang's usual habits. This is the seventh cup of coffee I'm holding. I really don't dare to go in."
"Please do me a favor, Assistant Zhu. I will remember your great kindness and make a sculpture of you to enshrine when I get back."
"..."
After the secretaries finished their clamorous prayers, Zhu Qing was covered in many things, so much so that there wasn't a single spare piece of clothing.
Zhu Qing's lips twitched, and a hint of reluctance appeared in his dark eyes behind his glasses.
He glanced at the desks around him, and all the secretaries lowered their heads, creating a tense atmosphere.
Zhu Qing pursed his lips into a straight line and knocked on the office door with an air of righteous indignation.
"Come in." Tang Song's deep voice came.
After Zhu Qing struggled to enter, he cautiously observed Tang Song's expression. "President Tang?"
"Hmm." Tang Song lifted her eyelids, her cool gaze falling on him. "Speak."
"Here are some urgent documents." Zhu Qing placed the documents on Tang Song's desk. "They need your signature."
Tang Song lowered his eyes slightly and replied expressionlessly, "Mm."
Zhu Qing glanced at him, swallowed hard, and said, "By the way, Miss Zhu didn't have breakfast today. Should we invite her up for lunch?"
Tang Song's eyes widened in surprise, and the atmosphere in the office grew even more oppressive. "You didn't eat what I made? Or did you not even eat what Aunt Zhang made?"
Zhu Qing sensed Tang Song's rising anger and trembled. "I didn't eat a single bite."
"Okay, I understand." Tang Song's face was somber, his cold features revealing no emotion.
Zhu Qing tentatively asked, "What about noon today?"
"Just have someone send over the lunch that Aunt Zhang made. She doesn't want to come up and eat with me." Tang Song's tone was inexplicably aggrieved, and his usually stern features were inexplicably tinged with complex emotions.
"Yes." Zhu Qing stared at Tang Song with an indescribable expression, then pulled out a pink folder from a pile of documents on the table.
"Mr. Tang, this is the artist contract for the endorsement collaboration with Meiyou. Some details have been modified. Please take a look."
Tang Song glanced at it impatiently. "Do I really need to confirm this kind of contract? What are my secretaries even doing?"
“This is different…” Zhu Qing opened the document, pointed to a small line, and gestured for Tang Song to look.
Tang Song frowned deeply, "What's different..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw the words "Best wishes" on the document.
Tang Song's eyes widened, his lips tightened into a straight line, and he silently pulled over the document, carefully flipping through it.
Zhu Hao's name is in the line for Fashion Design Assistant.
"What's going on? Why is an intern in charge of Song Shang's clothing details?!" Tang Song slammed the folder shut, his sharp gaze falling on Zhu Qing.
Zhu Qing sighed softly, "Zhuo Shishan asked Miss Zhu and the new intern to use this project for assessment, so the contract was temporarily modified."
Tang Song was tense all over, remained silent, and waved for Zhu Qing to leave.
"President Tang? Mr. Song, he..." Zhu Qing looked at Tang Song hesitantly, her tone worried.
"Alright." Tang Song raised his hand to interrupt him. "You can go out now."
Zhu Qing's words were cut off before he could finish speaking. He lowered his eyes slightly and walked out respectfully.
He went with Tang Song to the villa in the western suburbs this morning, so he knew very well that Tang Song's feelings for Zhu Hao were no longer just affection for a cub.
He even boldly speculated that Tang Song's feelings for Zhu Hao had changed! They had transformed into the attraction between normal adult men and women, but Tang Song himself hadn't realized it yet, and Zhu Hao was unaware of Tang Song's feelings.
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