Cell phone ringing
After the call was connected, a girl's voice came from the other end, "Mr. Song, Mr. Qi from Country B wants to meet with you."
"Ten minutes, make arrangements first."
After hanging up the phone, Song Jiao's pink thin lips held a barely perceptible smile. Didn't the tool come right to her door?
The original owner had her own jewelry design company, but in the past, she was too disdainful to meet those people for social engagements.
The first reason is that after getting married, she shouldn't show up in public.
The second is that he is afraid that the media will write something weird that will embarrass Shen Boyan.
Driving to the city center, Song Jiao bought a red long dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a red long dress with her long black hair fluttering in the wind.
Her lips were gleaming with a vibrant red lipstick.
Her beauty attracted the attention of people around her.
The president's office is luxurious and grand.
The walls are covered with paintings by world-renowned painters, and the room is filled with a rich, light fragrance.
The desk is neat and clean, with office supplies such as a laptop, a water cup, an LED desk lamp, etc. on it. Everything looks in order.
The scenery outside the window is equally spectacular, with tall buildings and a bustling city scene displayed vividly.
Qi Haochen stood elegantly in front of the glass window, gazing into the distance. He turned around only after hearing the sound of the door opening. At first glance, he was attracted by the woman in front of him.
"Mr. Qi, long time no see." Song Jiao greeted with a smile, walked up to Qi Haochen in high heels, stretched out her hand and said very politely.
The last time Qi Haochen saw Song Jiao was three years ago. She was dressed very conservatively at that time. Now seeing her current appearance, he felt his eyes brighten.
He reached out and held the fair and slender little hand, "Yes, it has been three years since we last met. Should I call you Mrs. Shen now? Or Miss Song?"
Song Jiao withdrew her hand generously and sat down at her desk. She raised her lips and chuckled, "This company is mine. You should just call me Miss Song, or just call me by my full name, Song Jiao."
The secretary came in with coffee, placed it in front of Song Jiao, and then walked out.
Song Jiao picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Boss Qi said he wanted to see me. It should be more than just a simple meeting, right? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"There's a fashion show happening in Country Y. My designs have been featured recently, but the jewelry aspect doesn't feel right. I wonder if Miss Song would be interested in collaborating?"
"Ms. Song, don't be in a hurry to refuse. Just listen to me first." Qi Haochen also knew that Song Jiao had hardly cooperated with other people in recent years.
"The Winter brand is well-known in China, but the overseas market is even bigger."
Song Jiao smiled faintly, put down her coffee, and stared at him intently, "When did I say I wanted to refuse?"
"So you agree?" Qi Haochen's eyes lit up and he continued to ask.
Song Jiao nodded in response, "Of course, I need to see your clothing designs first so that I can better match them."
Facing Qianyan, a man whose appearance was not inferior to Shen Boyan and was relatively normal, she had no need to refuse.
In addition, the original owner already had this ability, but he didn't want to be said to be relying on the Shen family for development, so he always refused the overseas market.
But now it is completely unnecessary.
"Don't worry, the clothes are definitely fine, but the fashion show is in a month. Do you have enough time from design to finished product? About twenty sets."
Qi Haochen was not worried about Song Jiao's strength, but was worried about not having enough time.
Song Jiao turned on the computer and looked at the clothing design drawings sent on WeChat. As expected, they were all eye-catching. These clothes were very eye-catching even without accessories.
The original owner met Qi Haochen three years ago when she was studying abroad. At that time, she had no idea that the handsome guy would become a leading fashion designer.
"It's enough, but you know my things are not cheap."
"Money is not a problem, as long as you agree!"
As a designer, she has always been very low-key. Many people even only know her stage name Lyna and don’t know her real name at all.
This is also one of Shen Boyan's requirements. After all, Song Qiaoke doesn't have such ability. Once it is made public, it will be impossible to replace the original with the fake.
"Then I wish us a happy cooperation!" Qi Haochen's eyes were full of joy. In fact, before coming here this time, he was unsure. "Miss Song, could you please do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight?"
"That's natural."
After Song Jiao agreed, she immediately took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Shen Boyan, saying that she would not be home for dinner in the afternoon.
"So what are Mr. Qi's plans for the afternoon?"
"I have nothing to do. Does Miss Song have any good suggestions? This is my first time in L City too."
"Why don't you accompany me this afternoon to look at gems and find some inspiration?"
"With great pleasure."
There was laughter in the office. The secretary stood at the door, listening to the happy laughter in the office, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Mr. Song hasn't been this happy for a long time.
She hasn't smiled since she got married.
Not only have I not seen anyone for a long time, but even when I did see them, I didn't have much emotion.
After seeing Qi Haochen off, Song Jiao walked up to the secretary and arranged, "Li Jia, please help me reserve a table at Huijiayuan. I want to treat Mr. Qi to dinner tonight."
Li Jia's eyes lit up, feeling a little unbelievable, "Mr. Song, don't you have to go home? Where's your husband?"
She knew something about Song Jiao's affairs. After all, the marriage between the Song and Shen families was known to the whole city. But for some reason, President Song had always been very low-key.
"Over there? Anyway, there's no affection. They don't allow this or that. Have you seen enough gossip about him?"
Song Jiao couldn't help but roll her eyes. That bastard Shen Boyan had very high demands on the original owner, but he had no bottom line at all towards herself.
Today he is either taking this little star to the auction, or taking the eldest daughter of someone's family to a banquet.
There are too many things going on in wealthy families, and Li Jia doesn't understand them either, but as long as it makes Mr. Song happy, it's the right thing to do. "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
When Song Jiao returned to the office, her cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Song Qiao.
This was strange. Didn't she think the original owner's advice at that time was simply because she couldn't bear to see her happy? Why was she calling now?
Could it be that the old couple didn’t give Song Qiao any money, so they thought of their sister when they had no money?
Song Jiao waited for a long time. When it was almost a minute, she slowly picked up the phone and asked with a smile, "Sister, how come you have time to call me today?"
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