Jian Anning was stuck. Indeed, the "The Singlehood Contract" Yu Zexiao had signed stipulated that if he went public with a relationship, he would owe his company a compensation of up to thirty million. But the problem was.....If his romance involved the only daughter of the Ling Consortium, let alone thirty million, they could afford even more!
She frowned and finally said, "Well, if you really are interested in Zexiao, you should also bring it up with him personally. I’m just his assistant, after all, and I don’t interfere with his private life."
Ling Yinuo then broke into a smile. It was unclear whether this little assistant was playing dumb or truly had no interest in Xingxing, but after long consideration, to think she would say something !
If Xingxing knew that Jian Anning had such coolly professional thoughts about him, would he be beating his chest and stamping his feet, exploding with rage? No one knew better how conceited he was than their group of mean friends!
This little assistant was quite interesting!
Ling Yinuo smiled and said, "Don’t worry, I’m not interested in him like that. We’ve known each other for so many years; If I were to make a move, I would have done it long ago. I won’t compete with you for Xingxing."
"Alright, alright, we’re here, let’s go inside." They stopped in front of the door to a guest room. Ling Yinuo pushed open the door, revealing a dressing room brimming with various clothes!
Ling Yinuo dealt in trendy clothing, and naturally, for the photoshoot, had brought lots of garments. Inside was a dazzling array, row upon row, of tops, pants, skirts, various styles of shoes, hats, sunglasses, as well as bags, necklaces, earrings, and bracelets to match the outfits—some were her own designs, while others were the latest fashions from big brands.
In her usual style, Ling Yinuo favored simple, generous, and comfortable clothing and wasn’t keen on overly complex decorations. But still, even so, she always kept her collection fresh with a batch of fashionable pieces each season.
Even Jian Anning, whose fashion sense wasn’t particularly sharp, felt dazzled seeing a roomful of clothes light up before her.
Walking between rows of clothes was like reviewing troops; it was a refreshingly splendid sensation.
"How do you like it? Nice place, right?" Ling Yinuo said with a smile, leading her in and walking further inside.
Jian Anning nodded, looking at the array of clothes beside her, feeling somewhat dazzled.
"Huh? This outfit...." Jian Anning walked forward and saw two outfits hanging in the center of the room—one black, one red. The black outfit was made of silk-like fabric, body-hugging, with fine embroidery at the neckline, cuffs, and hem, appearing as demure and enchanting as an ancient lady. The red one, like a passionate and fiery Western girl’s - a backless dress with a deep V-neck design, both bold and striking. The bottom was sewn into a voluminous pleated effect, a Baroque-style hem that seemed to embody the elegant grandeur of medieval Europe.
The two pieces, the collision of red and black, East and West, were exceptionally eye-catching!
"Beautiful, isn’t it? These are the highlights of my next season’s collection, called ’Red and Black.’" Ling Yinuo walked over and gently stroked the fabric, "This took me almost half a year to prepare."