Chapter 337: Chapter 337: A Hug_1 Chapter 337: Chapter 337: A Hug_1 “Have you been watching TV or reading any fashion magazines lately?” Wu Huai asked, instead of answering the question.
“No! I’ve been too busy, I just don’t have the time.” She was desperately trying to improve her grades, wishing she could somehow double the number of minutes in each day.
“You…” Wu Huai sighed helplessly, “So many things have been happening lately, I don’t even know where to start telling you about them. Chen Cuihua and I have been so excited that we can’t even sleep, and you’re completely unaware.”
“Just tell me one thing at a time then.” As they were passing a small shop, Nan Fei purchased two bottles of a strength-enhancing drink and handed one to Wu Huai.
“Thank you!” Wu Huai responded, accepting the drink and gulping down a swig. Then, reaching out, he said, “Let me help you open yours.”
“No need. I can do it myself.” And with that, she popped the bottle open.
“Ladies shouldn’t have to open their own bottles.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m no lady!”
“Alright!” It looked like he would need to change his habits he developed abroad, they weren’t working well back home.
Wu Huai collected his thoughts before saying, “I’ll start with the most important thing! Your designs have gone viral, extremely popular. They have also drastically boosted our business at Xin Yuan Clothing Factory. But that’s not all, your designs have won a major award abroad. I am here to invite you to the awards ceremony.”
Nan Fei was far calmer than Wu Huai had anticipated. “I don’t have time for that and besides, we had agreed to keep things confidential. I wouldn’t have used a pseudonym otherwise!”
“Even if you are now internationally recognized as a fashion designer, you still want to remain anonymous?” Wu Huai asked incredulously.
“Alright…Are all high-school students these days as extraordinary as you?” For the first time, Wu Huai felt old and out of touch with the times.
“I might not attend the awards ceremony, but I’m quite interested in the amount of money I can make.” Nan Fei stated with an amused smile. Money was tight at home and she hoped to earn more to reduce the hardship her parents had to endure.
She also hoped to take Jiang to Imperial City for treatment soon.
All of these required an immense amount of money.
“I don’t even know what to say to you!” From the moment they had first met, he thought she was truly beautiful, a radiant beauty whether she was smiling or not.
However, he had seen numerous beautiful women. Chen Cuihua had suggested making her a model, to which, though he agreed, he took the situation with a grain of salt. It was her talents in design and drawing that surprised him.
He even felt inferior to her, despite being a renowned university graduate designer himself.
Now, he admired her even more. She did not let fame cloud her vision, nor did she bow to money.
He found it hard to believe a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl could be so remarkable.
“Do you know how much you’re worth now?”
“I don’t know my current worth.” Nan Fei replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “But I do know that in the future, I’ll be priceless.” Her goals, her dreams since her reincarnation, could not be quantified by money.
If it could, she wouldn’t have decisively given up her gifted path in design and art.
Wu Huai, overwhelmed by emotion, impulsively hugged her. “To me, you’re priceless right now.”
The hug was so sudden that Nan Fei, caught off guard, dropped her bottle of energy drink.
Wu Huai quickly withdrew his hands, apologizing, “I’m sorry! It’s a habit I picked up abroad and just can’t seem to shake.” After offering his explanation, a voice in his head questioned, was it really just a habit?
Since returning home, he had never initiated a hug with anyone. Even during fashion weeks abroad, when meeting with other designers and old friends, he simply shook hands.