Chapter 624: Personal involvement Chapter 624: Personal involvement This year’s surprises seem to be quite numerous, from the domestic auditions beginning, all the way to the final competition, and now it’s the award ceremony.
Is there anything special about this year’s competition?
“Not bad, quite a good arrangement.”
Su Ran furrowed her brows, “What’s good about it?”
“Surprises are often anticipated because they are sufficiently mysterious.”
Su Ran pondered for two seconds and nodded in agreement.
Announcing the winner at the most tense and anticipated moment indeed counts as a mysterious surprise.
It seems that the organizers really put in a lot of effort for this year’s award ceremony.
Fu Qiyuan watched the girl’s contemplative expression and smiled helplessly. He suddenly spoke up and asked:
“Do you plan to use this work as the first series for your brand’s establishment?”
“What’s the design theme?”
“Um… Twilight, The Beauty of Incompleteness.”
Fu Qiyuan nodded and a smile crept up the corner of his lips.
Su Ran blinked and stared steadily at the man.
So what does his smile mean?
Does he think it’s good or not?
“Is it not good?” she finally couldn’t help but ask.
Fu Qiyuan smiled, “The Beauty of Incompleteness is even more beautiful, how could it not be good?”
Su Ran nodded, “Right, I also think it’s quite good.”
Fu Qiyuan watched the girl’s face displaying confidence and a rare touch of pride, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.
The thin lips curled into a tender and faint smile.
He reached out and touched her head, saying:
“I believe it will surely dazzle the world.”
Su Ran smiled and didn’t speak, accepting the man’s praise.
Qin Feng, through the rearview mirror, watched the warm interaction between the two people in the back seat and secretly curled his lip.
The job of a special assistant is getting harder and harder.
Now, President Fu not only likes to disappear, leaving midway through meetings, but also tends to “strike” and toss all the work to him.
All that could be endured, but he also had to covertly endure the dog food.
President Fu having a girlfriend is really too taxing for an assistant!
He truly has it tough!
The car quickly drove into the gates of Platinum Lanting, the scenery outside the window all too familiar.
After driving for about twenty minutes, Su Ran suddenly saw a familiar car at the entrance of the manor ahead, and beside the car, stood a tall and upright figure.
“Hm? What’s he doing here?”
Fu Qiyuan, hearing this, followed her gaze and also saw the familiar figure.
As the car passed the entrance of the manor, Fu Qiyuan’s deep voice suddenly rang out.
Qin Feng quickly parked the car to the side.
Fu Qiyuan rolled down the window and looked out.
The man outside the window, upon feeling a car stop beside him, turned around and met Fu Qiyuan’s half-smiling gaze.
Wen Jichen looked up at Fu Qiyuan, met his indifferent yet sharp eyes, and an air of nonchalance tinged with detachment spread across his face, a coolness quietly creeping on.
The air immediately fell into a brief silence. He looked up towards the car’s interior, glanced at Su Ran’s face, and his voice carried a hint of mirth.
“Picking someone up?”
Fu Qiyuan’s brow gradually furrowed, an icy severity flickered through his eyes.
Su Ran distinctly felt the change in his aura and was somewhat puzzled.
Listening to the nonsensical conversation between the two men, she felt a headache coming on.
It was supposed to be a normal conversation, so how did it end up feeling like a battlefield?
Moreover, she always felt that they were secretly competing against each other.
But compete over what? For what reason?
Forgive her incompetence, but with her current intelligence, she couldn’t fathom.
She sighed inwardly, leaned forward, and looking at the man outside the window, said:
“Do you want to come in and sit for a while?”
Upon hearing this, Jichen raised his eyebrows, looked down, and met Fu Qiyuan’s eyes full of warning.
His lips slightly curved up, and then he said meaningfully:
Aunt Sun placed three cups of water on the coffee table.
Fu Qiyuan sat nonchalantly beside Su Ran, his eyes deep and undisturbed, obviously not intending to speak.
Across from him, Wen Jichen also sat calmly, likewise appearing unenthusiastic.
Su Ran felt somewhat exhausted and didn’t want to continue wasting time with them there, so she stood up from the sofa and said:
“I’m going to check the kitchen; make yourselves at home.”
Having said this, she turned and left.
Fu Qiyuan’s gaze followed Su Ran until she entered the kitchen.
A soft chuckle suddenly came from across the room.
He looked up to see Wen Jichen with a trace of a frosty smile on his lips.
“That’s not very like you.”
Fu Qiyuan sat on the sofa, casting him a cursory glance before he slowly began to speak.
“Planning to move back in?”
Wen Jichen picked up a cup of water from the coffee table, sipped casually, his voice indifferent and languid.
“To personally supervise?”
What kind of person was Wen Jichen?
Someone who didn’t even have much patience for his girlfriend, how could he have the patience to personally supervise the cleaning and organizing of a house?
But such an unlikely event was actually happening now!
“For my own place, taking charge isn’t too much.”
Wen Jichen spoke casually, his voice tinged with indifferent nonchalance. His face devoid of expression made him seem cunning and unapproachable.
His extraordinarily handsome features, as if chiseled by God’s best gifts. A high nose bridge, thin lips, sculpted brows, and long eyes added a touch of frostiness to his already handsome visage.
Unlike Fu Qiyuan’s deep restraint, mature stability, the man was equally noble, yet he seemed untouchable.
It wasn’t that Fu Qiyuan’s presence was any less imposing; it was that the man always appeared nonchalant, with a smile that was insincere, too lazy to pretend any further, his mood unpredictable and liable to change at any moment.
Cold detachment, heartless and uncaring!
Even when smiling, it never reached his eyes, and sincerity was nowhere to be seen.
Yet even so, he attracted many women like moths to a flame!
Fu Qiyuan’s expression was placid as he held a water glass, his gaze lightly resting on Wen Jichen, a rhetorical question prompting speculation.
Wen Jichen’s smiling eyes gradually withdrew until they vanished, replaced by a familiar coldness.
Fu Qiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his inscrutable gaze falling upon him.
“Personally involved, tirelessly, that’s not like you.”
Every word was vital!
Wen Jichen lifted his gaze to Fu Qiyuan, his deep eyes bottomless.
Fu Qiyuan drank from his glass nonchalantly, not looking at him or acknowledging his gaze.
After a while, the man chuckled lowly.
“People can’t always stay the same.”
Fu Qiyuan nodded, “True, when do you plan to move in with your girlfriend?”