Chapter 64 'Mianmian', you dare call me that?
Ye Wen arrived early. In her early years, she was promoted by Zhang Lao, who made her famous throughout the country. She herself had lived in Yanjing for many years.
She didn't return to Hong Kong until she got married. By then, she was already a goddess in the entertainment industry, and even after two marriages, she remained a goddess-like figure.
The wealthy ladies gathered together, each one exuding elegance and grace, speaking modestly but constantly flaunting their family's status.
Jiang Yimian looked around and found it strange that she didn't see Ye Wen.
Zhang Yi, the grandson of Old Zhang, approached the two of them. "Ms. Ye is resting in a guest room on the third floor. I have already spoken to Ms. Ye. A Jin, you can just take Yi Mian up there."
Bo Jinzhou: "Thanks."
Zhang Yi: "You're welcome."
When Grandpa Jiang was alive, he had cooperated with the Zhang family, but their relationship was shallow. The Zhang family members were all studying abroad, and Jiang Yimian had only met them; she could only say she knew them, not that she was familiar with them.
People kept coming to see Bo Jinzhou, and he couldn't leave. He whispered, "Go ahead, call Song Zhou if you need anything."
Jiang Yimian nodded and said to everyone, "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, please excuse me."
After saying hello, she turned and left.
"Mr. Bo, what's wrong with your wife? Should we call a doctor to come and take a look?"
"She can't hold her liquor well; she felt a little dizzy after just a little bit, but it's nothing serious, she'll be fine after a rest."
"..."
Jiang Yimian walked up the spiral staircase. The balcony on the second floor was very large, and she went straight up to it. Jiang Yimian lifted her skirt and walked to the third floor.
There are many guest rooms on the third floor, but Ye Wen's assistant is stationed at the door and can be seen at a glance.
Jiang Yimian stepped forward quickly, and before she could speak, her assistant smiled and said, "Miss Jiang, Sister Wenwen has been waiting for you for a long time."
Jiang Yimian was somewhat taken aback. "Does Ms. Ye know me?"
The assistant opened the door. "You'll see when you come in."
Jiang Yimian remained vigilant, but the woman in front of her was Ye Wen's assistant.
She nodded and went inside.
The room was spacious, and the crisp sound of mahjong tiles clattering could be heard from inside.
Jiang Yimian walked over, and the four of them sat down together to play mahjong.
The woman facing Jiang Yimian was Ye Wen. The other two were a man and a woman, both dressed in simple clothes. Another person's face was obscured by a tall bamboo, revealing only a pair of well-defined hands with their sleeves haphazardly rolled up.
When Ye Wen saw that Jiang Yimian had arrived, she looked her over carefully and asked, "Do you know how to play mahjong?"
Jiang Yimian shook her head, "You can learn it."
Ye Wen smiled and said, "Then forget it."
"That's what your mother said back then, but she still didn't understand it after studying it for a whole day."
The man, blocked by the asparagus fern, asked impatiently, "Are you still playing or not?"
Ye Wen clicked her tongue, "What's the rush?"
Ye Wen got up, and her assistant took her place. Ye Wen, dressed in a cheongsam, casually sat down on the sofa.
Seeing that Jiang Yimian was still standing, he said directly, "Sit down."
Jiang Yimian had only seen Ye Wen on TV before. When Ye Wen was interviewed by the media, she was very independent and unrestrained. She was even rumored by the media to be arrogant.
Jiang Yimian nodded and sat down. "Ms. Ye, I brought the design drawings for the brooch that you asked Jiang's to design for you to attend the film festival. Please take a look."
She took the drawing out of her handbag; it was folded and wrinkled. She smoothed out the creases with force.
Ye Wen sipped her tea, her accent carrying a Hong Kong flavor: "Didn't you already show it to me?"
Jiang Yimian calmly placed the blueprints on the table and weighed them down with a cup.
"Ms. Ye, you specifically asked your assistant to wait for me at the door, which must mean you still have some doubts about or are not satisfied with the previous design draft, am I right?"
Ye Wen leaned back, watching her with a leisurely air. She was very well-maintained, with a heroic appearance and a strong Hong Kong flavor, making her very recognizable. Jiang Yimian felt as if the female stars from the Hong Kong dramas she watched when she was a child had appeared in front of her.
"Jiang's design director is Lu Yiwan. Your design drafts are exactly the same. Should I believe Lu Yiwan from Jiang's or you?"
This statement sounded like a rhetorical question, but Ye Wen's eyes were full of confidence and provocation.
It's like an elder watching a younger person make a fuss in front of her.
Jiang Yimian smiled slightly and looked directly at her. "Ms. Ye, Jiang family, surname Jiang."
Ye Wen: "You're prettier than her." She picked up the design drawings, in which bamboo leaves and orchids complemented each other, with a flower bud below, still showing signs of immaturity.
She crafted the shapes of bamboo leaves and orchids from jewelry; the creases on them couldn't hide the exquisite detail of her hand-drawn art. "It's even prettier than hers."
"Tell me, why did you choose to pair orchids and bamboo leaves?"
Jiang Yimian looked at the bamboo leaves embroidered by hand on her green cheongsam and said, "Ms. Ye, I've checked and I know you really like green."
“Based on your early experiences, I think ‘bamboo’ suits you very well.”
"Orchids are considered the noble flowers. Given your status in the film industry, you represent the face of the country at the Y Country Film Festival. The media says you are arrogant and disrespectful. However, ten years ago, when you had a dispute with a foreign actor, everyone thought you would confront him on the spot."
"But you handled the situation calmly, found evidence that the other party had framed you, and dealt with the matter properly with a magnanimous heart, giving the other party a way out. Therefore, the media's statements are untrue."
"You are naturally free-spirited, broad-minded, and calm-headed; you truly deserve the title of a gentleman."
Ye Wen covered her mouth and laughed, "I have a bad temper, and I've taken my revenge in private."
Jiang Yimian smiled and said, "That's why I said the word 'gentleman' suits you. As the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years."
Ye Wen liked these words very much. "You speak so politely, just like your mother."
This was the second time Ye Wen had mentioned Jiang Hua. Jiang Yimian's eyes involuntarily reddened, and she suppressed her emotions by licking her dry lips.
Ye Wen put down the blueprints. "It seems I was right. The Jiang family has completely fallen into Lu Wenchang's hands."
“Your design has your mother’s style in it, I can recognize it.”
“I knew it wasn’t her drawing as soon as Lu Yiwan took it out.”
"They can't even explain the source of the design or the idea behind it."
"I didn't even bother to find out my preferences, really."
Jiang Yimian breathed a sigh of relief. "Ms. Ye, thank you for believing me."
This was the first time Jiang Yimian had shown her design drafts to outsiders to prove that she had drawn them.
Her palms were sweaty, a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
There was a knock on the door, and Zhang Lao's men outside said, "Ms. Ye, Miss Lu has come to visit."
Ye Wen raised an eyebrow. "You even know to ask someone for help."
"Come in."
With permission granted, the door was opened from the outside.
She walked over, her high heels clicking on the floor amidst the sound of mahjong tiles being shuffled in the machine.
Lu Yiwan's polite smile froze when she saw Jiang Yimian.
Downstairs, in the lobby.
Lin Zhiren, arm in arm with the girl who had her tooth extracted at the hospital, stepped forward and said, "President Bo."
Bo Jinzhou sat alone on the sofa, drinking without even lifting his eyelids.
Lin Zhiren didn't pay attention and said something to the girl next to him. The girl nodded and left.
Lin Zhiren sat down opposite him. "Where's Mianmian?"
The air suddenly turned cold, and the man exuded a chilling aura, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes filled with arrogance: "'Mianmian,' you dare to call me that?"
Lin Zhiren simply smiled faintly, "President Bo, you've misunderstood."
He raised his hand to order a glass of champagne. The waiter came over and bent down, but was bumped by the cart behind him.
The champagne in his hand was poured directly onto Lin Zhiren's suit.
The waiter turned pale with fright, and the waiter pushing the cart behind him was also dumbfounded.
Realizing what was happening, she immediately grabbed a clean towel and went over to wipe him down.
Lin Zhiren frowned and untied his wet tie. His entire shirt underneath was soaked and felt uncomfortable against his skin.
When Bo Jinzhou saw this scene, the corners of his eyes turned up, and his expression became cold and arrogant.
Lin Zhiren blushed. It was embarrassing to embarrass himself in front of his love rival.
Lin Zhiren's movements were somewhat agitated. He ripped open his collar, revealing a distinctive shade of green.
Bo Jinzhou paused, his sharp gaze fixed on the safety buckle around his neck.
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