Jiang Can stood outside the hotel room, somewhat worried about what was happening inside.
This is the VIP suite where Nie Xin is staying, but Sang Qing has been inside for two days already.
For the past two days, Nie Xin hasn't gone into the bedroom, only staying in the living room. The bedroom door is tightly closed, and Sang Qing is locked inside.
He had bodyguards guard the door, while he leisurely went out to play every day. When he had nothing to do, he would sit on the sofa in the living room, prop his long legs up on the table, swirl his wine glass, stare intently at the bedroom door with a smug smile on his lips.
Jiang Can heard from the bodyguard that he only said two sentences on the day he brought Sang Qing back.
The first sentence: "Get inside!"
Then he threw all the dresses and design sketches at her and said fiercely, "Don't even think about eating until you finish embroidering them!"
Jiang Can chuckled to herself.
Of course she knew that Nie Xin couldn't possibly let Sang Qing go hungry.
But she really wanted to know, where did Nie Xin get so angry? He's usually a very composed person, and he's kind and friendly to his fans, so why did he completely lose control when he encountered Sang Qing?
"Hey, Can Can, you're here?" Nie Xin noticed her lingering at the door and quickly invited her in to sit down.
Knowing that she was far along in her pregnancy and had many dietary restrictions, she simply poured her a glass of warm water.
Jiang Can smiled and took it, then looked towards the bedroom.
"she……"
"Don't worry," Nie Xin said confidently. "She's very efficient; she'll have it done in another day!"
He waved his hand, and the bodyguard took out several pieces that Sang Qing had embroidered from the wardrobe.
Jiang Can's eyes lit up. So there really are such skillful and clever people in the world!
"Look, isn't it pretty good?" Nie Xin said softly. "This girl doesn't have any other merits, but her handiwork is quite excellent. Heh, there used to be several embroiderers in Nanyang, all top-notch experts, but I don't think any of them could match her skill!"
"It's great to receive your praise!" Jiang Can looked at it repeatedly and said with a smile.
Talent is a truly remarkable thing. Most people are born at the starting line, but some people are already standing at the finish line from birth, like Sang Qing.
But is it really necessary to rush like this? The press conference isn't until next week; with her abilities, she has plenty of time.
"Let her rest for a while," Jiang Can said worriedly. "It's been two days already."
"You really think she doesn't sleep while she's working? I think she's quite good at taking care of herself; she's probably fast asleep in there right now!" Nie Xin scoffed.
Jiang Can frowned. "Tell me, what deep-seated grudge do you have against her? She's just a young girl, how can she handle such a heavy workload? And you even locked her up here, you really are..."
"Alright, alright, I'll go take a look!" Nie Xin chuckled helplessly.
At that moment, the bedroom doorknob clicked.
Jiang Can and Nie Xin were both stunned.
The door opened, and there was Sang Qing, holding the last few dresses, with heavy dark circles under her eyes, but a bright, sunny smile on her face.
"Okay, I'm all done!" Sang Qing cheered, "I..."
Before she could finish speaking, everything went black, and she collapsed against the doorframe.
...
Sang Qing seemed to have a very long dream. In the dream, all the patterns she had embroidered turned into large clusters of flowers surrounding her, and she felt warm and happy.
This was the most fulfilling day of her life.
How wonderful it would be if I could stay in this flower-filled place forever...
Sang Qing giggled, but suddenly heard a faint voice, as if coming from the horizon—
"How are you? How are you? What are you grinning about!"
Sang Qing frowned, wanting to open her eyelids, but she was very reluctant.
Nie Xin's handsome face scrunched up with anxiety. Seeing that she didn't react, he was about to raise his hand to slap her face when the doctor stopped him.
"Sir, this lady is just too tired and needs to rest. Let her get some sleep, and she'll be fine when she wakes up."
"Sleeping? She's slept for twelve hours!" Nie Xin checked her watch, anxious. "Has she gone crazy from sleeping?"
The doctor chuckled twice, indicating his helplessness, and turned to leave.
Nie Xin vented her anger on the bodyguards at the door.
"What are you all standing there for? Can't you go and get another doctor?!"
"Young Master Xin, this..." The bodyguard was also speechless.
That was the fifth doctor we'd already called in, and each one gave the same explanation.
Sang Qing had endured two days and two nights without sleep, so of course she needed plenty of sleep.
It's such a normal thing, so why is this young master so nervous?
However, in order to protect themselves, the bodyguards pretended to run out to find a doctor.
Nie Xin slammed the door shut and sat back down next to Sang Qing.
Although the girl's eyes were still dark, she had a good complexion, with a rosy face like cherry blossoms in spring. Lying there with her eyes closed, she looked like Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale.
Nie Xin looked at her and sighed softly.
He made her sew dresses, and if she didn't sew them well, he wouldn't let her eat or sleep. She actually did as he said, and she persevered for two days and two nights. All the patterns on the dresses were exquisite.
And then, I exhausted myself to this state.
Why is she so obedient? Could she really be an idiot?
Nie Xin was filled with regret and self-reproach. Why did he have to argue with the little girl over a matter of how to address her?
That's incredibly rude!
He took a deep breath, and his hand involuntarily reached out to touch her chestnut curls.
She has a lot of hair, thick and beautiful, fluffy and smooth, like petting a kitten.
Nie Xin couldn't help but touch it a few more times, a smile appearing on his lips that he himself didn't even realize.
"What..." Sang Qing stretched and slowly opened her eyes.
Nie Xin pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, and coughed several times.
Their eyes met, and he put on a look of disdain. "I asked you to embroider clothes, and you're really not going to sleep? Have you considered what if you get sick before the dress is finished? Wouldn't that be a waste of time?"
Sang Qing was stunned. The blanket covered half of her face, and she shrank back a little.
She felt quite wronged, thinking that her hard work would earn her his praise.
She was obedient, compliant, and went all out, all because... this was a task he had assigned to her, wasn't it?
Nie Xin turned to look at her. The little girl had her eyelids drooping, and her two little hands were gripping the edge of the quilt, pulling at it again and again.
His heart softened suddenly. He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "Well... but your embroidery is indeed very beautiful. Even the chief designers praised it highly. My cousin's new product launch is saved, all thanks to you."
Sang Qing's eyes lit up, and she buried her face in the blanket and secretly smiled.
“So,” Nie Xin looked at her, “I should give you compensation. What do you want?”
Sang Qing licked her lips, her voice soft and gentle, "Anything is fine?"
"Yes, either is fine."
"Then..." she smiled, "I want to have a good meal! Just the meals you had delivered to me every day while I was embroidering the dress! Is that alright?"
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