A few photos did not show Gu Moming’s face, and Gu Qimiao paused for a second before saying, "No, my brother was at home all night yesterday."
Xiaoxiao visibly relaxed, her expression improving, "I told you so! How could he be interested in a woman like Lu Qianwen."
Gu Qimiao was puzzled, "You really don’t like Lu Qianwen?"
Because of what Gu Moming did, she felt somewhat guilty towards Lu Qianwen. After all, it was a girl’s reputation. Regardless of whether Gu Moming did anything or not, the whole internet was in uproar, portraying her as a promiscuous woman who cheated before marriage.
Xiaoxiao muttered, "She’s been clinging to my brother... so annoying!" In her mind, her ideal sister-in-law was Gigi. She disliked any other women who hovered around her brother!
"Gigi, I’m going to class now. I’ll come find you to hang out this afternoon."
Looking at Xiaoxiao, Gu Qimiao couldn’t explain the feeling in her heart. Wouldn’t it be tough if she liked Gu Moming?
But Gu Qimiao also didn’t understand why Gu Moming disliked Xiaoxiao so much. Clearly, Xiaoxiao was a very likable girl.
In the afternoon, due to an order, Gu Qimiao and Fang Shaobei went to Sheng Han Group together.
Those paintings were probably for hanging in the company, so they went to measure the dimensions.
It was only then that Gu Qimiao realized that the dozens of floors would each need several paintings.
No wonder Fang Shaobei didn’t assign him any other work. Just this order alone would probably take her one or two years of relentless work to complete.
At the same time, she marveled at how wealthy he was. Although her current level wasn’t considered world-class, each painting she made started at several hundred thousand... decorating this entire building...
To Gu Qimiao, this was an astronomical number.
She wondered if Fang Shaobei gave him a friendly price. She felt quite sorry for him spending so much money. If she were his girlfriend, she would have a valid reason to paint for him for free.
They didn’t see him at the company, only an assistant he sent to accompany them. After almost three hours, they returned to the gallery.
The agreed measurement time was actually tomorrow morning, but Fang Shaobei deliberately chose the afternoon. He knew Shen Yanchen wouldn’t be in the company in the afternoon, avoiding any chance of them meeting.
Gu Qimiao had never done such mass production work before. She estimated she wouldn’t have any free time in the coming days.
At 5:30 PM, Gu Moming arrived at the gallery punctually to pick her up. These days, no matter how busy the shop was, he would personally drive over.
"You’re in a good mood today?"
Gu Qimiao glanced at him, smiling slightly as she nodded, "Not bad."
Gu Moming gave him a sidelong glance, "You cried your eyes out last night; they’re still swollen."
Gu Qimiao covered her eyes with her hand and then rubbed them, "No way? They’ve already got better."
"You treat me to dinner tonight."
Gu Moming glared at her, "I said you treat, so you treat!"
Gu Qimiao pouted and didn’t say anything, thinking he always bullied her.
The car stopped at a private kitchen restaurant. He took large strides ahead while she followed, looking around.
They found a seat by the window. The ambiance inside was very tranquil, and there were no loud conversations.
When the menu was handed over, he didn’t politely ask her or give it to her to look at. Instead, he ordered directly, but he remembered what she liked to eat and ordered according to her preferences.
He heard from someone at the shop that the food here was good. Knowing she was in a bad mood, he decided to bring his sister here to try it.
Probably because she knew Shen Yanchen was not getting married anymore, her mood naturally improved. At the dinner table, they bickered as usual while eating.
"Why hasn’t that bed arrived yet?"
Gu Moming answered without thinking, "What bed?"
"Didn’t you say a bed was being custom-made?"
Gu Qimiao paused her chopsticks, "You didn’t buy it at all? You lied to me again?!"
Gu Moming raised an eyebrow and said, "Too many things to remember. Besides, isn’t that bed big enough for you to sleep in?"
"I’m a girl, you’re a guy!"
"You can consider yourself a guy. Anyway, I don’t see you as a girl."
Gu Qimiao slammed her chopsticks down, pretending to be angry, "I’m so mad I don’t even want to eat anymore!"
Gu Moming chuckled softly, his gaze suddenly caught a slowly moving iron-gray Guston outside the window. His smile broadened as he affectionately reached toward Gu Qimiao, wiping her mouth with his thumb.
She leaned back slightly to avoid him, frowning as she looked at him.
"There’s oil on your mouth."