Song Shang raised an eyebrow noncommittally, looked away, and continued working on his painting.
Zhu Hao pursed her lips, leaned forward slightly, and kept a close eye on the coloring work being done by Song Shang.
Surprisingly, every stroke of Song Shang's pen fell into the scenario Zhu Hao had anticipated.
As the design drawings were gradually completed, Zhu Hao's shock grew, and disbelief spread across her fair face.
Her breathing became more and more rapid, her brows furrowed with excitement, and the look in her eyes as she looked at Song Shang gradually transformed from initial disdain and disgust into admiration and surprise.
Snap!
After finishing the last stroke, Song Shang threw all the colored pencils into the pencil case, propped himself up on the table with his hands, and placed the drawing in the center in front of him.
He raised his head slightly, looking directly at Zhu Hao across from him. "Among the outfits for the photoshoot, there is a white suit with a light blue gauze shawl. The theme of this outfit is forest spirits. I want to add some embroidery to the shawl and trousers, similar to the butterflies in this painting."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shang pointed his finger at the drawing and pushed it in front of Zhu Hao in an ambiguous manner. He then gently touched the butterfly's antennae with his fingertip. "Especially the butterfly's antennae, they should show that kind of decadence that burns with life."
Zhu Hao stared intently at the complete painting in Song Shang's hand, swallowing nervously.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Shang thought his request was too difficult, so he explained very considerately, "It's okay if it can't be exactly the same, just roughly similar is fine."
This indulgent tone made Zhuo Shishan's eyes widen, and she looked at Song Shang in disbelief.
When did this fussy man become so easy to talk to? Or are his strict demands only directed at her?
Song Shang simply dislikes her, right?
Thinking of this, Zhuo Shishan's anger surged like a flame, rapidly spreading throughout her body and almost burning away her last shred of reason.
Thinking of the hundreds of drafts she had revised, I felt like I couldn't catch my breath and slammed my hand on the table in front of me.
With a loud and crisp snap, it cracked.
Song Shang lazily lifted his eyes, glanced at Zhuo Shishan out of the corner of his eye, and then casually looked away, completely ignoring her anger.
He certainly knew how nitpicky she was when he worked with Zhuo Shishan before, but wasn't the person he was working with this time a different one?
Song Shang raised an eyebrow slightly, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his lips. As he looked at Zhu Hao, he pondered the likelihood of abducting her to the fox clan.
The wolf clan didn't welcome this little creature, but he was now quite fond of it, and even somewhat eager to use magic to abduct it from the wolf clan.
Zhu Hao reached for the blueprints on the table, looked at them carefully, pondered for a moment, picked up the colored pencils on the table, and hurriedly added a few strokes.
She was completely unaware of Song Shang's meaningful gaze. The moment Zhu Hao looked up again, Song Shang withdrew his aggressive look and returned to his usual gentle and alluring demeanor.
This time, instead of using sign language, the well wishes were thoughtfully expressed through handwriting on the drawing: "I can't guarantee that I can completely fulfill your requirements, but you can take a look and see if this design meets your expectations?"
Song Shang lowered his eyes slightly, his upturned eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow under his eyelids, adding to his good looks.
He leaned forward slightly, pulled the blueprint in front of him, and the moment his gaze landed on it, his upturned peach blossom eyes lit up instantly.
The butterfly's antennae have been slightly altered, with one standing tall and proud while the other droops to the lowest point. A few touches of red have been added between the antennae. Although the colors clash slightly, they don't look out of place at all in the overall blue-green tone of the butterfly. They blend in very naturally, as if this is how it should be.
The shape of the wings has also been slightly modified, as if they have come to life from the paper, as if they are about to fly out at any moment, full of upward vitality.
The diamonds at the tail of the wings were enlarged, appearing as a burden or a drag, adding to the butterfly's tragic air.
It perfectly matched the feeling he wanted.
Full of vitality, yet possessing a broken beauty.
Song Shang slightly raised her eyes, glanced at the elegant handwriting in the upper left corner of the drawing, and her smile widened. Her unreserved praise echoed in the office, "Very good, I am very satisfied."
Zhu Hao's tense lips relaxed slightly, and a feeling of excitement at finding a kindred spirit sent a shiver down her spine, causing a blush to rise on her face.
The painting style of that niche portrait artist is not acceptable to everyone.
He is niche because the general public believes that his painting style is full of contradictions between repression and hope, and his color scheme is different from the classic traditional color scheme, which leads to the low circulation of his works and he is often mistakenly believed to be destroying art.
Zhu Hao rarely designs patterns in this style. In order to cater to the mainstream market, she only adds some of her own little touches to popular styles.
This is the first time I've ever been able to freely draw the pattern I want, following my own heart.
It was also the first time she had met someone who shared the same interests as her.
She thought she would gain a lot from this project.
Song Shang placed the blueprints on the table, stood up, smoothed the wrinkles in his clothes, a seductive smile playing on his lips, and extended his well-defined right hand. "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you. Best wishes."
Zhu Hao stood up, hesitantly looking at Song Shangning's hand in the air, and hesitated to shake it.
Song Shang wasn't in a hurry; he just waited for her with a smile on his face.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Professor Song!" Zhuo Shishan quickly walked to Zhu Hao's side, lightly touching Song Shang's knuckles with her fingertips for a polite handshake. "Zhu Hao is still an intern, so please forgive me if there's anything that makes you uncomfortable during our collaboration."
Song Shang's smile froze, his eyes fixed on Zhuo Shishan's fingertips with hostility. He thought to himself, "Am I supposed to be working with her? Why is she offering to shake my hand? What a busybody!"
Zhuo Shishan seemed disgusted, quickly withdrew her hand, slightly turned her body to block Zhu Hao halfway, and said with a forced smile: "Also, after all, my intern is a young girl, so I hope that if Teacher Song has any official business issues, she can try to complete them in the office during working hours with a third person present."
Zhu blinked, offering no rebuttal, and even nodded slightly in agreement.
After what happened with Jiang Yangyun, she became more vigilant and didn't want to attract any more unwanted romantic attention through so-called close friends and acquaintances.
Especially someone like Song Shang, who doesn't look serious at first glance.
Song Shang was unaware that in Zhu Hao's eyes, he, the dream of countless young girls, had become a symbol of impropriety. After noticing Zhu Hao's slight resistance to being alone with him, he responded considerately, "Of course, after all, as a public figure, I am also afraid of rumors."
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