Ouyang Hao reverted to his usual devil-may-care attitude, giving Li Yun’er a sidelong glance with a faint smile, "You’re not bad yourself, you could win an Oscar for Best Actress. How about you consider a career change and become an actress?"
Li Yun’er realized after a while that Ouyang Hao was teasing her for being too into her role earlier. She wasn’t annoyed, though. "I was just cooperating with our Second Young Master Ouyang, but speaking of which, why do people in the circle call you Second Young Master Ouyang? Are you really the second child in your family?"
"Bingo!" Ouyang Hao snapped his fingers. "I have an older brother."
Mentioning his older brother gave Ouyang Hao a headache. Many childhood friends and even quite a few relatives thought he feared the old man, but few knew that in his family, his older brother was the fierce one.
Getting into the car, Li Yun’er suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are you going to the Fashion Gala the day after tomorrow?"
Ouyang Hao raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.
"How about we go together?"
"Come on, let’s go together. If we show up together, there’ll be more attention."
"Do I need more attention?" It’s hard enough trying not to be noticed.
"You’re the popular one, you definitely don’t lack attention."
"The more, the better. High visibility can get me good endorsements. Lately, I’ve been competing with Wen Baimei for a gig." Both were international models, evenly matched, with the competition getting fiercer.
"What’s that got to do with me?" Ouyang Hao had little regard for these petty rivalries in the circle.
"Hey, I’m your girlfriend now!" Li Yun’er played her trump card.
So, Ouyang Hao reluctantly agreed to Li Yun’er’s request in the end.
Lin Yixun was a bit puzzled. Just a few days ago, Ouyang Hao was barely acknowledging her, so why was he suddenly dragging her to some Fashion Gala today?
Sure enough, this guy’s brain isn’t something ordinary people can understand. Changing his mind at the drop of a hat, even more unpredictable than the wind.
"You’re going in that?" Ouyang Hao looked at Lin Yixun’s clothes with obvious disdain.
Lin Yixun lowered her head, checking her outfit. A white T-shirt paired with jeans, slightly yellowed from long wear, and the jeans were a bit faded too. But this doesn’t hurt the city’s image, does it?
"Mr. Ouyang, I’m just going to do chores, no need to dress so formally, right?"
"Chores?" Ouyang Hao frowned in displeasure. "Even if you’re doing chores, you’re doing them for me. How can I have my people looking so shabbily dressed? It would be embarrassing for me."
These words seemed fine, but something felt off to Lin Yixun. Exactly what was odd, she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
"Mr. Ouyang, maybe I shouldn’t go then?" She didn’t have any fancy clothes to wear.
"Not allowed!" The man commanded domineeringly. "If you don’t go, what if I get hungry or thirsty?"
"Don’t you have a dedicated assistant?" Lin Yixun mumbled softly.
"The assistant is on leave today."
"..." Lin Yixun was skeptical.
How could there be leave? Isn’t there too much time off?
"Anyway, you must go today." Ouyang Hao turned his head awkwardly, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, and made a phone call. "Send over a set of women’s clothes, height 165, around 90 pounds, 75A."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yixun’s eyes widened, her attention fixed on the last figure he mentioned. Her face reddened slightly. This guy’s eyes were too sharp, weren’t they?
But then again, considering his vast experience and countless women he’s seen, this was probably just a small matter?