If it's the latter, then...

Ye Ruohuan narrowed her eyes. She had to be on guard against He Miaoran, otherwise there would be more traps waiting for her to fall into in the future.

But she didn’t understand. If He Miaoran really did it on purpose, then why did she do that?

Suddenly, a figure flashed through Ye Ruohuan's mind, and he understood at once. Apart from Fu Yijian, what else could it be?

She looked at the endless proofreading work in her hands and felt a headache. When could she actually start designing jewelry?

Suddenly, Huo Zixi exclaimed in surprise, "Wow!"

She tugged at Ye Ruohuan's clothes, and the latter looked at her in confusion. Huo Zixi waved to Ye Ruohuan, motioning her to look at the computer screen.

Ye Ruohuan glanced around and then paused, and a line of "Yison Wendy International Jewelry Design Competition" came into her sight.

She was stunned. This was no ordinary person or ordinary competition.

Yixun Wendy, a Frenchman, is a master of jewelry design. All the jewelry he created has been collected in the Louvre Museum in Paris. Some of the jewelry he designed specifically for aristocrats have been collected by some interested people at high prices.

However, according to rumors, this master has a bad temper and is easily angered. He has no family or friends around him and always lives in seclusion. Moreover, the media only has photos of him when he was young. No photos of him have been circulated after he became famous. He lives like a mysterious man and no one even knows what he looks like now.

Huo Zixi looked at the competition description and said in surprise, "It turned out to be Mr. Wendi! Oh my god! His design is my favorite. And it also says that the winner of the highest prize in the competition will become Mr. Wendi's only disciple. It is a great honor to be taught by him personally!"

Only disciple? Personally taught?

This was indeed touching enough. Ye Ruohuan felt itchy in his heart and stared at the competition notice above without saying a word.

Huo Zixi said to herself, "What a pity! I definitely won't be able to win the award with my skills, and I won't have the chance to meet Mr. Wendi. I heard he was very handsome when he was young!"

However, she changed her mind, glanced at Ye Ruohuan who was in deep thought, then glanced at the computer screen. An idea flashed through her mind, and she tugged at Ye Ruohuan's sleeve and said, "Huanhuan, how about...you go to the competition?"

Ye Ruohuan was instantly brought back to her senses by her suggestion. She looked at her in disbelief, as if asking, did she hear it wrong? Huo Zixi asked her to participate in the competition?

Huo Zixi nodded vigorously, adding fuel to the fire, "Huanhuan, you are so powerful, maybe when the time comes you will become Mr. Wendi's direct disciple, and then I will have the chance to meet him in person! Please, please, okay..."

Huo Zixi acted coquettishly towards Ye Ruohuan, trying to persuade her to agree to her little request.

Ye Ruohuan hesitated for a moment, but still refused: "Such a large-scale competition will definitely limit the number of participants. Our studio will not send a newcomer like me to participate in the competition. Besides, why don't you participate yourself? Maybe you will really become Wendy's personal disciple?"

Huo Zixi glanced at Ye Ruohuan with resentment. Was he teasing her? How could a scum like her become Mr. Wendi's personal disciple? It would be great if she could meet him secretly.

Ye Ruohuan ignored Huo Zixi's accusing look. She returned to her seat and buried her head in proofreading the drawings.

However, she was absent-minded the whole morning, always thinking about the competition and wondering if this was an opportunity arranged by God?

At the same time, Xia Linan also became distracted.

This was already the twentieth time. Xia Lin'an had spent the entire morning in a state of distraction.

Ruan Mengmeng reminded her speechlessly: "Hey, wake up, which man are you thinking about?"

Xia Linan suddenly woke up. She shook her head desperately and said incoherently, "I'm not thinking about it, I'm not thinking about it."

She tried hard to convince herself that she really wasn't thinking about Fu Yiming!

But in the end, Xia Lin'an couldn't deceive herself. Ever since Fu Yiming sent her to the company in the morning and said those words to her, all she could think about was his shadow.

This damn man!

Everything was fine when he left the villa in the morning, but after arriving at the company, Xia Lin'an was about to get out of the car when Fu Yiming stopped him.

She looked over in confusion and asked, "Anything else?"

Fu Yiming unbuckled his seat belt, looked at her seriously, and said to her, "Xia Lin'an, from now on you just need to nod or shake your head. Do you understand?"

Xia Lin'an didn't know what Fu Yiming was up to, but she nodded anyway.

A smile flashed across Fu Yiming's eyes. He straightened his expression and asked, "Do you feel that I am good to you?"

Xia Lin'an nodded. It was good. He also saved her.

"Besides your father, am I the only man you've ever been hugged by?"

Xia Linan nodded a little embarrassedly. Yes, she had only been hugged by one man, Fu Yiming, and more than once.

"Also, besides your father, am I the only man you've ever been kissed by?"

Xia Lin'an blushed immediately, remembering the last time she was forced to kiss him while drunk. She turned her face away awkwardly and nodded slightly.

The smile in Fu Yiming's eyes deepened, and he said again: "I will be responsible for you, okay?"

Xia Linan nodded reflexively. Wait, what did Fu Yiming just say? Then she realized what was going on, turned around abruptly, and stared at Fu Yiming with wide eyes.

Fu Yiming smiled at her, seeming to be satisfied with her answer. She immediately blushed, shook her head desperately, and said, "No!"

Fu Yiming was not angry about Xia Lin'an's regret. He tapped his phone and a man's voice came from the video: "Xia Lin'an, you only need to nod or shake your head from now on. Do you understand?"

The next second, the woman in the video nodded.

Xia Linan's little face turned red and white, and she thought it was all over, she had been trapped by a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing.

She shouldn't have believed Fu Yiming. She thought that if Fu Yiming treated her better, this man's bad nature would change. Now that the evidence was irrefutable, what should she do?

Fu Yiming turned off the video on his phone and raised his eyebrows to look at the woman whose face turned red. She looked shy and angry, but her rosy face was extremely cute.

He couldn't help but reach out and pinch it. The skin under his fingers was soft and smooth.

Xia Linan slapped his teasing hand away and complained to the man in front of him in dissatisfaction.

Fu Yiming lowered his head and smiled, then looked at her with a deep gaze and said, "Am I not good to you?"

Xia Linan shook his head, "No."