Chapter 7 08.17 / His Fiancee's Studio
"No." The man refused coldly.
Well, Chu Song thought that Fan Tingnian would refuse, so he was not disappointed now. He just stared at the man's necklace a few more times.
Then she saw Fan Tingnian raise his hand and fasten the two buttons on his collar.
His movements were graceful and slow, with a slight frown between his brows, as if he was confused about something, or perhaps offended.
Chu Song let out a breath and looked into his collar again, but the collar was too tight and this time she really couldn't see anything.
After the meal, she asked Fan Tingnian a question but didn't get an effective answer. She wanted to observe, but because of Fan Tingnian's expression, she didn't know whether she should look more. In short, when she left the restaurant, apart from simply recording the color of his pajamas, her work had made almost no progress.
Fan Tingnian walked in front, and she lagged behind him by three steps. Behind him was the servant who had just walked out of the restaurant with him.
Everyone seemed to know that he didn't like to be close to others, so they all tacitly kept their distance from him.
"Wait a minute..." The man in front stopped and turned to look at her. He was still frowning, and when his eyes fell on her, his frown deepened. He said calmly, "I'm going to the studio now. Where are you going?"
"Huh?" Chu Song was stunned.
If he goes to the studio, shouldn't she go to the studio as well? Wan Ting specifically called to emphasize that since she was doing home design for the studio, it was very important to understand Fan Tingnian's habits and state when he was working.
"Butler Wan Ting asked me to stay with you for the next few days. It would be better for me to watch you work." Chu Song said slowly and politely.
The other party was silent for half a minute.
"I'm going to change my clothes."
He was still wearing pajamas, so he must be going to change into work clothes. Chu Song nodded quickly: "Okay, no problem. So after you change, are you going to the studio?"
Fan Tingnian was too tall. Even though they were standing in the corridor with more than half a meter between them, she still had to look up at him and cautiously ask for his opinion: "Shall I go with you?"
There was silence for a few seconds again. The man withdrew his gaze from her and turned around, saying a very short "hmm".
Chu Song breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt relieved, but not long after, her relief died again.
Twenty minutes later, Fan Tingnian asked Shu Ang to come and tell him that he was lacking creative inspiration today and needed to stay alone in the sculpture studio all day. He did not want to be disturbed by others, and even less did he want anyone to be in the same room with him.
Shu Ang conveyed this with an apologetic tone: "Sir, occasionally when he needs to focus on work, he usually doesn't allow us to disturb him."
The implication was not directed at her.
But Chu Song felt that he was targeting her, and the second half of the sentence was obviously referring to her.
Chu Song felt that this work was really difficult to advance, no wonder so many people were fired.
"Okay, then I'll go back and organize the design draft. I'll have a chance to discuss it with Mr. Fan tomorrow or later."
For two consecutive days, Chu Song only saw Fan Tingnian once at breakfast, and nothing else happened.
Wan Ting was busy and not in the castle, and Shuang also had other work and no longer focused on her.
They seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding and did not regard hiring her as a very important matter. If she could do the job, they would do it. If she couldn't, they would let her go and hire someone else. Although Wan Ting seemed to have thought of more solutions than before, this process had been repeated dozens of times in the past few months, and everyone was actually used to it.
But keeping her was not important to them, but it was the most important thing to Chu Song.
It’s such a good job, I’d rather work one more day.
So after staying in the room for two days, Chu Song decided to take the initiative to fight for it.
During these two days, she also drew several design drawings, but because she was not familiar with Fan Tingnian, they were almost all drawn according to her imagination. Not to mention dealing with such a picky client like Fan Tingnian, even if she took it out as an ordinary business order, without any understanding of the customer's needs, such a draft would not be approved.
After thinking about it, she sent two friendly messages to Wan Ting.
Although Fan Tingnian didn't take the initiative to invite her to the studio these two days, he also didn't let Shu Ang pass on the message that she was not allowed to be disturbed during working hours.
She wanted to ask Wan Ting first, and then take the initiative to ask Fan Tingnian if she could visit his studio today.
Today is already the fourth day. Not only has she not observed Fan Tingnian's work status, she has not even entered Fan Tingnian's studio.
As for his studio, she had only seen the floor plans and photos provided by Wan Ting. With such knowledge, it was impossible for her to draw a good design.
Fortunately, Wan Ting replied to her quickly.
Wan Ting: [Sure, you can just tell him you want to go over and take a look.]
Wan Ting: [His sculpture exhibition will be next year, and he has no work at all right now.]
So I really find her annoying and don't want to pay attention to her.
However, after seeing these two messages, Chu Song sat on the sofa holding his phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
She was right. Compared to the role of housekeeper, Wan Ting was often more like an elder who helped Fan Tingnian to control his behavior and had a certain say.
With Wan Ting's approval, Chu Song perked up a little. She looked at her watch and got up from the bed.
It was only one o'clock now. She planned to take a shower, change clothes, and pack up, and then go find Fan Tingnian around two o'clock.
As someone who is so "difficult to serve", he must have very high requirements for the people he talks to and will not accept talking to someone if he is unkempt.
Moreover, when meeting clients, dressing neatly and elegantly is also a basic respect.
The small suite she lived in was fully equipped with all the necessary supplies, even down to the details like skin care products and sanitary napkins for women. In addition to a hair dryer, the bathroom also had two curling irons of different sizes.
After taking a shower and blowing her hair, Chu Song picked out a very approachable beige dress and put on some light makeup.
After everything was packed up, I looked at myself in the mirror and went back to the bedroom to organize the documents, notebooks, and computer that I would need later.
After confirming that all the things he needed to bring had been packed, Chu Song lowered his head and contacted one of Shu Ang's subordinates on his mobile phone.
Shu Ang gave her a work number two days ago, saying that he was very busy at work and asked her to contact this subordinate first if she had any questions.
After confirming with her subordinate that Fan Tingnian was indeed in the studio and had no intention of resisting her coming over, she put away her phone, picked up her things, and walked out.
Take the elevator up to the fourth floor. The moment you step out of the elevator, you can feel the difference in decoration style between this floor and the floors below. It is more luxurious and retro, with gems inlaid on the corridor wall lamps and antique vases everywhere in the corners.
After Chu Song stepped out of the elevator, she walked very carefully, fearing that if she accidentally broke one, she would have to stay here for the rest of her life to pay off the debt until she died.
Wan Ting had already told her that all of Fan Tingnian's rooms on the fourth floor, dozens of rooms on the fourth floor, were actually his, but he preferred to use the rooms on the east side.
The easternmost room faces the sea to the south and has huge glazed windows through which you can see the sunrise and sunset.
This is the sculpture room he uses most often. Next to it is the painting studio. A few rooms further west are storage rooms for his personal belongings. As for his completed artworks from previous years - various paintings and sculptures - they are all displayed in other rooms according to categories.
The elevator is in the middle. After getting out of the elevator and heading east, you have to walk a long way.
As Chu Song walked along, his eyes would sweep across the rooms beside him, and he couldn't help but sigh slightly.
She also studied art and had a certain appreciation for various works of art. The doors of some rooms were not closed, and when she looked over, she could see paintings placed on velvet or hung up, as well as some sculptures that she was not familiar with.
From an aesthetic point of view, all of them are treasures.
And it's not just the quality of the works, the mere fact that so many rooms are used to display these works is enough to shock people.
Finally reached the room at the end of the east side.
A servant was standing in front of the room, with a small, gorgeous cart in front of him that shone with a metallic sheen. On the top of the cart was a cup of coffee.
Seeing Chu Song coming over, the servant nodded slightly to her.
Chu Song also responded with a friendly smile: "You are..."
The maid, a woman in her forties with a friendly smile, explained in a low voice, "Sir, I want your coffee delivered at two-thirty."
Chu Song paused for a moment and understood. It would not take a minute more or less, so the servant was waiting in front of the door with the cart.
With a serious work attitude, Chu Song first refreshed Fan Tingnian's living habits in his mind - he should have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, as to whether it is serious or not, he would have to wait until he gets more familiar with him to understand.
She looked down at her watch. It was two twenty-seven.
After thinking for a moment, she said to the woman beside her, "Why don't you go and do your thing first? I'm about to go in, so I'll help you in later."
Wan Ting had told Fan Tingnian in advance, and Fan Tingnian knew she would come over at this time, so it was nothing to help him bring coffee. Yesterday morning at breakfast, she met the person who was bringing him juice at the door, and she also helped him bring it in.
And since she wanted to get closer to him, she should take the trouble to spend more time with him.
The servant hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you for your help."
Chu Song smiled and said, "It's okay."
The woman smiled back and thanked her. She was busy in the kitchen downstairs, so she gave the dining cart to Chu Song, walked around her and headed towards the elevator.
Chu Song held onto the handlebars of the dining cart and looked down at his watch.
Two minutes later, she took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door.
When she raised her hand, she smelled the scent on her sleeve, a light fruity fragrance. Out of social courtesy, she had used a little bit of perfume when she put on makeup. It was very light, almost imperceptible, but she liked the smell very much.
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