Chapter 35 The Wife Orders Male Models
Jiang Yimian woke up at six o'clock sharp in the morning, ready to sneak away as before, but she bumped into Bo Jinzhou as soon as she stepped out the door.
The man, dressed in pajamas, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, his hair disheveled and languid. "Awake, little princess."
Jiang Yimian's fingertips twitched slightly, and she gripped the doorknob tightly. "...So early."
"It's late, I specifically came to intercept you."
Jiang Yimian: "..."
She simply said, "Give me some more time, I haven't made up my mind yet."
Bo Jinzhou nodded and raised an eyebrow: "Okay, we'll move to Yunduan from now on. You can think about it slowly."
Jiang Yimian panicked: "No way!"
"Hmm?" The man's voice was hoarse from just waking up in the morning, his deep eyes fixed on her.
Jiang Yimian pursed her lips. "I feel uncomfortable when I see you."
Bo Jinzhou's face darkened slightly, and he turned around: "Are you making ramen noodles, as long as you want?"
Jiang Yimian pursed her lips...
"See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau in a week."
Jiang Yimian was surprised that things went so smoothly. Her brow twitched, but she still pretended to be unwilling.
"A week goes by too fast."
Following behind him, she asked, "Could you stretch it out a bit more?"
Bo Jinzhou turned his head and gave her a cold look. "Either today, or a week from now."
"Choose for yourself."
Jiang Yimian hesitated, "Then let's do it a week later."
Bo Jinzhou frowned; her reluctance made him feel suffocated.
Jiang Yimian received intravenous fluids for two more days and finally recovered from her cold. On the day she went to school, Bo Jinzhou took her there and even packed her clothes for the trip.
She was wearing a thick down jacket, but because she was so thin, it didn't make her look bulky.
Jiang Yimian didn't go home, and Lu Wenchang didn't say anything. He was actually hoping so, especially since he'd been quite busy lately, apparently because something had happened to Lu Yiwan.
It is said that she caused such a ruckus at home that even the servants had to keep their tails between their legs when they saw her.
They were afraid that the young lady might scold them if she was dissatisfied.
Jiang Yimian wondered if something had happened in Hong Kong. Only Master Huo's men would know the specifics of the matter.
She only managed to contact Mr. Huo's people once, when he invited her on the cruise ship. After that, he stopped answering her calls.
No specific time was given for the meeting.
Jiang Yimian sent her design competition entry to Lu Yiwan via email.
Jiang Yimian is skilled at incorporating Chinese culture into jewelry design, and this design was inspired by the intangible cultural heritage of Chinese knot buttons.
The buttons were made of exquisite gemstones, making Lu Yiwan one of the most influential representatives of intangible cultural heritage promotion internationally.
She was even called the most beautiful Eastern designer on foreign websites.
Two days later, Lu Yiwan accepted it without saying a word.
Jiang Yimian didn't pay any attention.
Instead, they've already adopted a spectator's stance.
The inspiration for this intangible cultural heritage button design first came from Beve.
That evening, Jiang Yimian went to 'Qiu Luo'.
She sat down and poured herself a drink, but Chu Yao snatched it away, saying, "You can't drink alcohol now that you've recovered from your illness."
Jiang Yimian shrugged indifferently: "What's there to be afraid of now that I'm all set? I'm happy today, let's have a drink."
Seeing her laughing heartily, Chu Yao suddenly had an idea.
He whispered in her ear, "My top performer has a show today, wanna check it out?"
Jiang Yimian agreed: "Okay."
About ten minutes later, a row of male models appeared on the central stage.
The one in the middle was the most outstanding. The cheers were high, and amidst the bright lights and lively atmosphere, popular online songs played. On stage, the male models could only be seen in their figures, with broad shoulders, narrow waists, and large abs.
As she swayed her hips to the rhythm, the girls' screams instantly drowned out everything, wave after wave. Jiang Yimian used to just sit casually in Qiu Luo and leave before the performance started.
Today was an eye-opening experience. Suddenly, the image of Bo Jinzhou swaying his hips in bed that day flashed into my mind.
Her breathing became erratic. Chu Yao carefully observed her expression and assumed she was smitten. He smiled mischievously and shouted in her ear, "I'll arrange something for you later, so you can have some fun."
Jiang Yimian waved her hand, extremely shy.
Chu Yao squinted and smiled knowingly.
There will be a five-minute intermission after each performance.
Jiang Yimian blushed and her heart pounded, but her mind was filled with the image of another person.
Bo Jinzhou, that bastard, actually has a pretty good physique.
She ate some fruit, her thoughts drifting away. Chu Yao thought she couldn't wait any longer.
"Don't worry, he has at most three more games. The top star's appearance fee is very high. I'll give him some for free later."
Jiang Yimian: "You said it yourself, the top courtesans are very expensive, do you think they'd be willing to pay that much?"
Chu Yao chuckled, "He asked me about you before, do you think he'd be willing?"
Jiang Yimian: "Is it clean?"
Chu Yao: "I guarantee it's a young man who hasn't opened the package."
Jiang Yimian was used to his frivolous words, smiled, and still refused: "You young punk, you have no sense of propriety."
Chu Yao: "Everyone has a first time, and besides, he's clean, has a good figure, a good personality, and a good education. If it weren't for the need to earn money to pay for his expensive medical bills, how could a top student like him become a male model? You're missing out on such a great opportunity, so I'll give it to Su Su."
Jiang Yimian agreed, "Okay, let's give it a try."
Chu Yao suggested, "How about we ask him to come to our table and dance alone?"
Jiang Yimian's eyes lit up; that was great!
The next time, when the top star came to the VIP area, everyone below turned around and started recording with their phones.
The tall man stood on the table and suddenly took off his clothes. Jiang Yimian's face turned red instantly, and she glanced around, not daring to look. After a few seconds, she adjusted and began to stare straight at him.
The smile on his lips almost reached his ears.
In the SM Group, the lights were still on in the president's office. Bo Jinzhou looked serious, his expression unconsciously becoming solemn when he was working, and there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
Song Zhou suddenly knocked on the door and came in, looking somewhat anxious, "President Bo."
Bo Jinzhou didn't even look up. "Speak."
Song Zhou handed him his phone. "It seems your wife has ordered a male model."
The recording on the phone was made by Bo Jinzhou's men. After watching it for only three or four seconds, Bo Jinzhou's face turned icy cold, and an immense sense of oppression swept over him.
He got up, grabbed his coat, and strode outside.
Song Zhou quickly followed, "President Bo, our people also heard Young Master Chu say, say..." He was already sweating with fear.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he entered the elevator, and hesitated before saying, "I told you that Young Master Chu plans to give the top courtesan of 'Autumn Fall' to Madam for her amusement."
Bo Jinzhou stood stiffly with his hands in his pockets, his handsome face as cold as frost.
My anxiety made the elevator seem to descend much slower than usual.
After the performance, the top performer went backstage to wash her face.
Chu Yao blew Jiang Yimian a kiss, "Baby, the room is a suite on the third floor."
Jiang Yimian took it, "Yaoyao, you're such a kind person."
Jiang Yimian took the elevator to the third floor, where someone was already taking a shower.
Jiang Yimian sat on the sofa and waited.
When the top escort came out, she was wearing a bath towel wrapped around her lower body.
Suddenly, their eyes met and the top star's ears turned red.
Jiang Yimian didn't expect him to be so innocent.
"How old are you?"
The top performer stood there and said, "Sister, I'm nineteen."
Nineteen years old, so young.
The top performer, fearing rejection, immediately defended herself, saying, "She's just young, but...it's not small down there."
Jiang Yimian couldn't help but burst out laughing.
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