Lu Rang did not start the car immediately, but turned to the side and took Shang Wu's hand.
Don't take those pointless words to heart.
He looked at her, his gaze deep and focused. "You are Freya, Shangwu, and Yuwu's mother, but first and foremost, you are yourself."
He paused, his tone more serious and certain than ever before: "To me, you will always be the best."
Simple words, without any fancy rhetoric, yet more powerful than any comfort. Shang Wu's nose tingled, she squeezed his hand tightly, and softly murmured "Mmm."
It was late at night when I got home.
The villa was quiet, with only a few warm yellow wall lamps on.
Aunt Zhang tiptoed over to greet them and whispered, "Sir, Madam, Miss has just been fed and is sleeping soundly."
The two nodded, changed their shoes, and quietly went upstairs.
The nursery was filled with a faint milky scent and warmth.
Yu Wu was fast asleep on her small bed.
Her pink lips were slightly pouting, and her long, curled eyelashes resembled two small fans.
In her sleep, she unconsciously clenched her little fist and murmured contentedly.
Shang Wu and Lu Rang stood side by side by the crib, quietly watching the sleeping little angel.
All the noise and malice were washed away by the beautiful scene at this moment.
Looking at her daughter's pure and innocent sleeping face, Shang Wu felt as if something had gently struck her heart.
A sudden flash of inspiration dispelled the chaos and blankness that had lingered in her mind for days.
The creative passion that had once disappeared surged back.
Shang Wu suddenly grabbed Lu Rang's arm, her eyes shining brightly in the dim light.
"Lu Rang, my sketchbook!"
Looking at her suddenly radiant expression, Lu Rang instantly understood what was going on.
He immediately turned around and went to the study to fetch her sketchbook and charcoal pencil.
Shang Wu almost snatched it, and sat down on the floor under the soft light of the crib.
The pencil moved swiftly across the paper, making a soft scratching sound. Vibrant lines began to spread across the white paper.
It's no longer anxious graffiti, but the power to rediscover oneself.
Lu Rang didn't disturb her; he simply stood quietly to the side, watching his wife, who was immersed in her own world.
He knew.
Freya is back.
Shang Wu painted on the nursery floor, using the warm yellow light, until the sky began to lighten.
Countless sketches lay scattered at my feet, each one brimming with boundless creativity.
At dawn, Yu Wu's faint sobs brought Shang Wu back to reality.
She put down her pen, rubbed her sore neck, and looked at the design sketches that were beginning to take shape. There was no sign of fatigue in her eyes, only burning excitement.
She gently picked up her daughter, feeling the soft little body nestled in her arms.
After feeding her, Shang Wu handed the sleeping Yu Wu to the nanny and immediately dialed A Ying's number, her tone unusually calm and assertive.
"Aying, notify all partner media and platforms to release a comeback announcement in Freya's name."
Ah Ying on the other end of the phone seemed not fully awake: "Huh? Mr. Shang, we're not going to keep it a secret until the work is finished..."
“No,” Shang Wu interrupted her, her gaze fixed on the brightening sky outside the window. “I want to do it in the most high-profile way. I want to clearly inform everyone that this will be my long-awaited comeback after my pregnancy and childbirth.”
She paused, then spoke each word clearly and forcefully:
"And tell them that this will be the most amazing work of my career so far, without exception."
Aying gasped on the other end of the phone: "President Shang! Isn't this...isn't that a bit too much? What if...I mean, what if, then those people waiting to see us fail..."
"There's no 'what if'." Shang Wu's voice was filled with unquestionable confidence. "Do as I say. Unprecedented publicity efforts. I want to raise everyone's expectations to the highest level before the work is even released."
What she wanted was this kind of do-or-die pressure.
She wanted to push herself and tell the world that becoming a mother was not the end of her career, but the beginning of her journey to greater heights.
The news caused a huge uproar in the design community and beyond.
The news of Freya's comeback was already highly newsworthy, and the arrogant and confident announcement instantly ignited public opinion.
Freya makes a grand comeback after giving birth, claiming her new work will surpass all her previous works!
"Is it confidence or arrogance? Designer Freya has boldly declared war on the fashion world. Freya proves it with her new collection!"
Supporters cheered, hoping she could break down prejudices.
More doubts and sarcasm followed, especially from those who had been humiliated by her before, who were waiting to see her fall even harder.
That afternoon, Lu You went directly to the studio.
She was dressed in a sharp white suit and went straight into Shang Wu's office.
"A cup of black coffee, please." She instructed A-Ying, who was following behind her, before looking at Shang Wu, who was hunched over her desk revising a manuscript, her brows furrowing slightly.
“My business school designer, you’re in the spotlight now.”
Lu You sat down opposite her, took the coffee Ah Ying handed her, and cut straight to the point, "I saw those announcements you had Ah Ying post. Wasn't that a bit too much of a boast?"
Shang Wu looked up from the design draft, her face showing no surprise, she simply looked at her calmly.
Lu You put down her coffee cup, leaned forward, and said with a rare seriousness and concern in her voice, "I know you are talented, and I believe in your abilities."
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