Chapter 19 Wearing this to give instructions at work in the middle of the night?
Su Ruan raised an eyebrow.
Oh, is the Buddha getting restless?
It seems that Huo Siyue, the leader of the "force-to-get-to-get-together" team, is as efficient as SF Express.
She deliberately paused for a few seconds before slowly clicking "Approve".
Almost simultaneously, a message popped up at the top of the chat window: "The other party is typing..."
Su Ruan leisurely sipped her wine, waiting to see what sarcastic remarks this man would come up with.
Three seconds later.
A message popped up, and a PDF file was sent to me.
Filename is Cold and Icy: Final Revisions to the "Breaking the Cocoon" Exhibition (Immediate Implementation).pdf
Immediately following this, text instructions were given.
Yan Tingnan: [I need to see the final revised draft by 9 AM tomorrow.]
Concise and to the point, official and business-like.
"puff--!"
Su Ruan just took a sip of wine, then spat it out.
"Sister, are you alright?"
The male model next to her reacted very quickly, immediately leaning over, pulling out a tissue, and wiping the corner of her lips.
"fine!"
Su Ruan waved her hand, signaling him to step back a bit.
She opened the revision comments, and the dense annotations made her temples throb.
This isn't a revision; this is going to keep her up all night!
This old man doesn't play by the rules!
She anticipated his private messages questioning her, his sarcastic remarks, or even his direct confrontation.
To everyone's surprise, this guy directly issued an overtime notice!
Precise sniping, hitting the vital points.
Ruthless enough, and perverted enough.
Su typed, grinding her back teeth.
[Mr. Yan, it's the weekend now, 9:30 AM Beijing time.]
Have you heard of labor laws? Even cattle and horses need rest.
A few seconds later, the reply came.
[Special projects must comply with the schedule arranged by superiors.]
Immediately afterwards—
[Ding!]
The WeChat transfer notification sound rang out crisply.
Amount: ¥100,000
Note: Overtime pay.
Su Ruan: "..."
Yan Tingnan's superpower left her speechless.
Okay, I'll give him credit for being generous.
She accepted the money promptly, her attitude immediately becoming more respectful.
[With the money in place, the cattle and horses are on the job immediately.]
Your annotations are so detailed; I'm afraid I won't be able to grasp the essence just by looking at them through the screen.
Would you mind giving me some guidance in person?
[When it's late at night and everything is quiet, your thoughts are clear, and your efficiency doubles!]
The message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace.
At the top of the chat box, the "The other party is typing..." notification flashed briefly and then disappeared instantly.
There was no further movement.
Su Ruan tossed her phone aside and slumped into the sofa in a huff.
"Tsk, those evil capitalists."
She muttered something, all the interest she had just been stirred up by the male model was completely extinguished by Yan Tingnan's overtime work package.
Song Shengsheng leaned closer and glanced at the PDF file on her phone screen.
"What's wrong, sister? Is Master Yan checking up on us?"
Su Ruan rolled her eyes: "Investigate my ass."
"Make me work overtime all night, punish me with work."
"Pfft!" Song Shengsheng laughed.
"Master Yan's move was pretty flashy!"
Su Ruan suddenly turned her head, her eyes gleaming under the light.
"Sheng Sheng, shall we do something big?"
Song Shengsheng was rubbing her hands on the male model's abs when she heard this and looked up blankly.
"Hmm? As big as a male model's?"
She grabbed Song Shengsheng's wrist and moved closer.
"Let's start a company, create our own jewelry brand, and experience the joys of being a capitalist!"
The straw that Song Shengsheng was holding fell into the cup with a thud, her almond-shaped eyes widening in surprise.
"What? You're drunk on fake alcohol and it's making you high?"
"I am perfectly sober!"
Su Ruan sat up straight, the dazed look in her eyes gone.
"Mountains crumble, people run away; no matter how good Yan Tingnan is at fishing, he's still a fish in someone else's pond."
"You can only feel at ease catching fish if you have your own net."
"The ten million I just swindled from the Su family, I need to use this money to make some money."
"Sheng Sheng, haven't you always wanted to get into design? You've drawn so many design drafts, just gathering dust in a box, aren't you frustrated?"
Upon hearing this, Song Shengsheng's smile faded.
"You know my old man, he's always nagging me to go back and take over the business."
“Design? He thinks it’s a waste of time.”
Su Ruan remembered that in the original novel, the Song family's construction company later went bankrupt.
She sold all the design drafts.
The design drafts that were sold off cheaply back then ended up in someone else's hands.
The other party turned her hard work into a real object, which amazed the jewelry exhibition that year.
This became a lifelong, heart-wrenching pain for Song Shengsheng.
"fart!"
"The works you designed are so full of inspiration that they could crush the works of masters into dust."
"This kind of treasure should be hanging around the neck of a socialite, dazzling the entire Beijing social circle!"
“You take charge of the design, and I will leverage Yan Tingnan’s connections to access a top-tier supply chain, focusing on the niche high-end fashion circle of wealthy women and breaking through the monopoly of established brands.”
“I’ve already thought of a brand name: ‘SoftVoice’.”
"Taking the sound from your name and blending the softness from mine, this is both our joint signature and the design language of the brand."
"Yan Tingnan needs to work overtime, and we also need to build our own empire! Shall we go for it?"
The long-suppressed fire in Song Shengsheng's chest was suddenly ignited.
She picked up the wine glass and pointed it at Su Ruan.
"Let's do it! We absolutely have to!"
"My design drafts won't be rotting and getting moldy in the drawer anymore!"
The two exchanged a smile and clinked their glasses together forcefully.
"Take over the studio tomorrow!"
Song Shengsheng nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"Yes, yes, yes! I have a sapphire design from the 'Moonlit Ocean' series, an absolute treasure of the store! And..."
Her excited words came to an abrupt halt.
A man in a black suit stood next to the booth.
He bowed slightly and spoke softly.
"Miss Su, Mr. Yan has instructed that you be taken to his home to handle urgent business."
"The car is already waiting outside."
Su Ruan and Song Shengsheng looked up at the same time.
Su Ruan: "..."
Yan Tingnan's home?
Are you going to go this far?
She had just deliberately flirted with him on WeChat, asking for face-to-face guidance, but he didn't reply to a single word. Instead, he immediately sent a car to buy at the bottom of the market.
That's pretty much a closet pervert.
Song Shengsheng: "Pfft—"
Song Shengsheng pinched her thigh hard under the table, making faces at her.
"Ruanruan, is this urgent official business serious?"
"Working overtime? You end up working overtime all the way to bed."
Su Ruan glanced at her, but her heart was pounding.
She stood up, smoothed her long hair, and smiled at the driver in the black suit.
"knew."
"With President Yan urging us on, how dare we delay?"
She deftly scanned the code to pay for tonight's expenses.
"I'll pay the bill, you can keep the male model for fun."
Song Shengsheng gave an OK sign.
"Go for it, sisters! Remember to stream the battle!"
As Su Ruan grabbed her bag and followed the driver out of the bar, the rain was pouring down outside.
...
The top floor of the Tan Palace.
The elevator doors opened silently, revealing a minimalist and cool entryway.
Su Ruan walked to the heavy black walnut door, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.
A few seconds later, the door was pulled open from the inside.
The warm yellow light spilled out, instantly dispelling the damp chill of the rainy night.
Yan Tingnan stood inside the door.
He was only wearing a dark gray velvet bathrobe, with the belt loosely tied at the waist.
The neckline was slightly open, revealing a faint outline of the chest.
It was less solemn than usual, and more relaxed and subtly aggressive.
Su Ruan's breath hitched, and her throat tightened.
Tsk.
Capitalists use sex to entice employees to work overtime?
This old man truly knows how to kill without leaving a trace.
Male models are nothing compared to this guy, he's the real deal.
Help! How can she hold on?
"President Yan has a refined taste."
"Wearing this to give instructions in the middle of the night?"
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