She studied fashion design in France. She initially thought she was mistaken, but the more she looked, the more she couldn’t suppress her excitement. This piece was actually designed by the famous designer JOE himself. She had inadvertently seen his designs at her design teacher’s place, and this photo was among them. This shirt was truly one of a kind.
There’s no way she could buy the exact same one, and even if she could, the price would be beyond her reach.
Clothes designed by JOE... Tsk tsk...
For a moment, Wen Nuan almost wanted him to take it off so she could study it thoroughly.
"Don’t just stare at the clothes, come up with a solution, will you?" Seeing her gaze fixed on his clothes, Tan Qing lowered his eyes, a hint of disappointment flashing through them.
Do these clothes look better than he does? Why wouldn’t this girl just focus on his face?
"Sorry, sir, how about..." she came back to her senses awkwardly, biting her lip, her tone more sincere: "I help you wash it?"
This should work, right? Not only would it resolve the issue, but it would also save some cost.
Moreover, she would have time to study it carefully.
"Looks like that’s the only option; I’ll go change."
Tan Qing’s words made Wen Nuan breathe a sigh of relief, but his enchanting gaze appraisingly made her feel uncomfortable, so she slightly turned her head.
"Let’s go, why are you still standing here?"
Tan Qing gave a slight smile, stepping forward a few paces, then turned and called out to her.
"You go ahead; I’ll wait here," Wen Nuan said softly.
Does he expect someone to follow him while he changes clothes? Of course, she’d wait here.
Tan Qing’s thick eyebrows raised a little, and with a blink of his engaging eyes, he playfully smiled and said, "What if you run away while I’m changing? Although I know I’m very charming, and you’d want to stay to see me, this shirt is quite valuable. If you’re afraid of not being able to afford compensation or ruining it and decide to run off..."
Is she that kind of person? Her character is to take responsibility for her actions. Would she flee over a shirt, such an embarrassing act?
And what did he just say? That she’d stay because he’s so irresistible? My goodness, this person is unbearably narcissistic.
"Me, run away? Pshaw—" Wen Nuan pointed at her own nose, her bright eyes twinkling like a misfit angel fallen into the human world, under the brilliant sunshine.
Taken by her adorableness, Tan Qing involuntarily curled his lips again. His charming smile nearly made a number of passing women scream.
"Fine, let’s go." Wen Nuan bit her white teeth and walked behind him. In front of a brand-new red Ferrari sports car, Tan Qing opened the door but didn’t get in. Instead, he stretched his arms and started to unbutton his shirt, his white skin quickly coming into Wen Nuan’s view. She blushed, hurriedly turning away, and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"Changing clothes." The handsome man lazily smiled, intentionally moving away from the car to come before her, pointing at the dirty spot, his voice carrying a roguish tone: "Isn’t this where you dirtied it?"
"You should change inside!"
Seeing him circle in front of her, the six-pack abs clearly displayed before her eyes, Wen Nuan’s face grew even redder.
"Change inside!" She pushed him forcefully, causing the handsome man to straight up fall into the car, finally letting her breathe a sigh of relief.