After saying that, Song Yuwei used the remote control to call a taxi, then turned around and went into the company, but the driver wouldn't listen to her and insisted on waiting for her in front of him.
Song Yuwei had no choice but to stop again. "Is there anything else you want to say? I have a lot of things to do. I hope you can understand."
Zhang Miaoke's cousin sighed, "Actually, it's not that I absolutely have to sign with your company. After all, I've been in the entertainment industry for many years, and quite a few companies have wanted to sign me. It's just that I want to sign with your company for one reason... I think that reason is much more important than anything else."
Song Yuwei couldn't help but feel curious. "I'd really like to know, what makes you so stubborn?"
At this moment, Zhang Miaoke's cousin suddenly smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
"Actually, artists like us all have a specific aspiration in our hearts when we are making art. Some people want to go far away, some people want to reach a higher artistic realm, but I am different. What I aspire to is a kind of expression."
Actually, I'd rather achieve something in painting than in the entertainment industry. For example, you are the perfect embodiment of the beauty I've always imagined. You are beautiful, and you are different from other beauties. Your charm is very different from theirs; your temperament is better than theirs, and your clothing is not vain at all. Even though you are the president of this company, you dress very simply.
Even cheaper than the average person, and so casually at that. That's the attitude I want, but I've never found someone like that. The beautiful women I see are either materialistic or incredibly vain. Someone as pure and unconventional as you is the kind of person I admire. So, for some reason, after watching your two live streams, I think you are my…”
Song Yuwei couldn't wait for him to finish speaking and quickly interrupted him.
"Please don't say that. I don't understand any of what you're saying, so I'm sorry, please leave as soon as possible. Secondly, I don't know how you artists think or what you yearn for, but I have truly been shocked by you."
I really want to tell you that I'm not as good as you think, and also that I'm already married. Please don't bother me anymore, thank you.
Song Yuwei hurriedly entered the company before she could finish speaking, watching her retreating figure.
Zhang Miaoke's cousin felt that there was still more to enjoy.
He never expected this girl to be so interesting. After he got home, he started drawing another picture, a sketch of Song Yuwei.
He painted her with incredible skill and care; his bedroom is filled with his paintings.
Each painting depicts a different woman, but she believes that Song Yuwei's painting is the most beautiful of all his works; the others pale in comparison.
Thinking of this, he stood up, tore up all the words on his wall, threw them all into the trash can, and pasted Song Yuwei's painting on the wall above his bed.
He felt happy this way, but no one knew that he was a pervert, and Song Yuwei had no idea that this pervert was about to bring her great trouble.
After she entered the company, she saw Zhang Miaoke standing at the door of the data room, talking to her colleagues about how to take care of their skin. When Song Yuwei saw her, she called her name and asked her to go to her office.
Zhang Miaoke was a little confused and felt very puzzled. After all, Song Yuwei had never liked her much, which she certainly knew.
Why did she suddenly call her to her office? After Song Yuwei entered the office, Zhang Miaoke followed.
"Mr. Song, what can I do for you?"
Song Yuwei took a sip of mineral water to calm herself down. "Yes, I do have something to ask you. Do you have a cousin, the one you mentioned to us last night?"
Zhang Miaoke was a little confused. "What's wrong, President Song? I know you don't like him and are very dissatisfied with him. I've already told my cousin that our company won't sign a contract with him, so don't worry."
Song Yuwei shook her head. She stared at her very seriously.
"I'm not at ease. Do you want to know why?"
Zhang Miaoke nodded; of course she wanted to know.
"I ran into your cousin after I got off the bus at the company entrance. He told me he's interested in me. Didn't you tell him I'm already taken? Why is he harassing me at the company? Since you've already made things clear to him, does he have some kind of mental illness?"
Zhang Miaoke felt her worldview had been shattered; she never expected her cousin to be so persistent.
She made it so clear to him last night, telling him that Song Yuwei was already married.
She originally thought that her cousin, having been in society for so many years, should understand what she meant, so it wouldn't be too much trouble for him.
He should also understand that he shouldn't bother with Song Yuwei anymore or have any illusions about her.
I really didn't expect him to come to the company entrance early in the morning to see Song Yuwei off.
"Mr. Song, are you telling the truth? My God, I had no idea about this. I made it very clear to him yesterday. I told him that he does not meet the standards our company wants to sign, and I also told him to talk to other companies."
"Maybe we can find a new way out, but I really didn't expect him to come and bother you. I'm so sorry, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Song Yuwei shook her head. "He didn't really do anything to me, but he did scare me pretty badly. Does he really not have any mental problems?"
Although Song Yuwei knew that people who were involved in art might seem unique because of their artistic talent, this person was completely different from the word "unique." She just thought he was weird, and his impatient and eager expression made her feel suffocated at that moment.
Although she didn't know why Zhang Miaoke's cousin had this kind of personality, she was indeed terrified.
"Don't worry, Mr. Song, I'll go find him right now and tell him to stop harassing you. I'll also tell my parents to try and persuade him. I don't really know this cousin of mine very well. I only know that he's been in the entertainment industry all these years, but he hasn't actually acted in any serious films or TV shows. It seems like he's always been acting or painting or something like that. I don't know his detailed background or current situation."
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