Chapter 122 The First Guest

After hanging up the phone with Mrs. Wang, Lin Jianyan called the other two ladies. They were probably in the same mood as Mrs. Wang. After all, they really liked the guy at the time, otherwise they wouldn't have blindly paid the deposit and waited for such a long time.

If it weren't for Lin Jianyan's identity, they almost thought that Lin Jianyan had run away with the money.

At 9:30 the next morning, the studio finally welcomed its first real guest.

After getting out of the car, Mrs. Wang looked at the luxuriously decorated house in front of her, then looked at the address written on her hand and the road sign. After making sure that this was the right place, she hesitantly walked in.

Because of Lin Jianyan's instructions yesterday, the two receptionists had been waiting for a long time. Seeing a noble lady slowly walking outside, they immediately opened the door and bowed respectfully. One of the receptionists led her in.

Mrs. Wang was led into a room inside, sat on the soft sofa, and looked around the room.

The room is filled with elegant green. The walls are a light matcha green, with a few bamboo forest paintings hanging on the wall. The wooden floor is covered with green radish leaf-shaped carpets, and there seem to be a few real bamboos planted in the corners, full of vitality, making the room fresh and peaceful.

There is also a small tea table in front of you, with exquisite bone china tea sets painted with delicate patterns, which emit a soft glow under the light. Steam is rising from the teapot, emitting a faint tea fragrance. The small plate next to it is filled with some of the most fashionable desserts and snacks.

Mrs. Wang just noticed that there was a small wooden sign hanging on the doorway of the room where she entered. There were several similar signboards next to it. She saw from the corner of her eye that there were some with pictures of charming peach blossoms and some other patterns, but she didn't look closely at that time.

However, judging from this house, the decoration of each room should be in line with the house number, which is quite unique.

The receptionist who led him in bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mrs. Wang. The theme of this room is bamboo. I saw that your cheongsam has bamboo patterns embroidered on it and your handbag also has bamboo leaves. I guessed that you like bamboo, so I took the liberty to take you to this themed room."

"If you don't like it, there are other series of rooms next to it, such as pink peach, rose, and osmanthus, which can be changed for you."

Mrs. Wang saw that she had only walked a short distance and was able to observe her preferences. She showed some appreciation in her eyes, "No need, you observed very carefully. I like this room very much."

Seeing that she was satisfied, Li Lu finally relaxed a little. This was the first guest she had received, so she had to be fully prepared and could not allow any mistakes to occur.

"Our boss told us yesterday that you would come, so we have prepared some refreshments for you. Please take a rest first. Our boss is on the second floor. I will go and call him. Please wait."

Mrs. Wang nodded slightly, with a distant yet elegant smile on her face, and said softly, "Well, thank you for your trouble."

Although she looked calm and elegant, she was actually shocked. From the address to the house to the attentive service, it was much better than Tian had imagined.

Yesterday she was still thinking that it would be nice to have a decent small studio in such a remote place, but she didn't expect it to be so... different.

Yes, it means being different from the crowd.

The decoration is so luxurious that it doesn’t look like a studio, but more like a...princess’s castle.

The interior layout is also unique, with themed rooms that are eye-catching.

I don't know what's going on in Lin Jianyan's little head. It's ok that he wants to make a bankrupt factory bigger, but he actually has so many brilliant ideas.

It's really frustrating to compare yourself to others. How can this not be her own child? If she had a son like this, she would wake up laughing in her dreams.

With such great abilities, what does it matter if she likes men? This is just a trivial feature. Anyone who is not a fool will turn a blind eye to it.

On the surface, she still maintained her dignity, but her mind had already drifted away.

The receptionist politely left the room and went upstairs to call Lin Jianyan.

Mrs. Wang took advantage of this gap to savor this rare leisure. She picked up the steaming teacup in front of her, sniffed the elegant tea fragrance, and then took a sip of the warm tea, which slid down her throat, and the slightly bitter and sweet taste spread on the tip of her tongue.

My eyes wandered casually around the room, looking at the mottled light and shadows coming in from the window, listening to the occasional clear bird sounds outside the window, and feeling this incredibly comfortable environment.

When she was at home, all kinds of trivial matters and worries made her heart tense all the time, like a wound-up spring. But now in this comfortable environment, those tense emotions were like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, gradually melting away, and her heart slowly relaxed.

Even if it wasn't for the clothes, she would be willing to spend some money to come here to calm her mind.

Lin Jianyan was giving instructions upstairs when the receptionist knocked on the door gently. She came in and told Lin Jianyan that Mrs. Wang was there.

Lin Jianyan nodded slightly, and glanced at the embroiderers around him, then said to Zhang Yue: "Zhang Yue, are you not busy now? Come with me and measure Mrs. Wang's size."

Zhang Yue heard what Lin Jianyan said, and quickly put down the work in his hands, and patted his body carefully, fearing that he would get some thread or something on him, and then he responded crisply, "Yes."

Mrs. Wang was just enjoying herself in the house when she heard two crisp knocks on the door and a voice asking, "Mrs. Wang, I'm Lin Jianyan, can I come in?"

Mrs. Wang quickly sat up straight and cleared her throat. "Come in."

Lin Jinyan pushed open the door and looked at the noble lady whom she had met once at the banquet. She smiled and said hello: "Mrs. Wang, how do you feel? Do you like the style of my place?"

Mrs. Wang stood up, smiling: "I like it, I like it very much. I just took a rest for a while, and I felt more relaxed and comfortable than ever before. If it's not too much trouble, I would like to have some tea and rest here later."

Lin Jianyan smiled and said, "Of course. I'll have someone measure your size now." He waved to Zhang Yue who was standing behind him.

"This is my little embroiderer. Although she is young, she has sharp eyes. She has never made a mistake in the size of the clothes."

Zhang Yue bent slightly, with a humble yet confident smile on his face, and said softly to Mrs. Wang, "Madam, please stand up straight. I will measure your size now."

Mrs. Wang took a look at Zhang Yue. Seeing that she had a pretty face and clear eyes that showed a serious look, she began to like her more. She stood straight and let Zhang Yue measure her body with the tape measure.

Zhang Yue was very skilled. While measuring, he whispered the data from various places and asked Lin Jianyan to write it down in a notebook.