Xiao Ran put down the phone, and with a very calm demeanor, he met the inquiring gazes of everyone around him. According to their usual routine, by this time, Mu Shuoqian would already be seated here.
But now, as the meeting time approached, he still hadn’t shown up.
Xiao Ran straightened his collar and spoke with an earnest expression, "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize, but today’s meeting is cancelled. Young Master Qian is... suffering from a stomachache."
An illness that could prevent Mu Shuoqian from attending a meeting must be serious.
Therefore, Mu Shuoqian sat on the sofa, a picture of composure, as he received a myriad of kind inquiries from senior management. After taking several calls, the expression on his face remained impassive. Gu Qili truly wanted to sneak up and punch him to see if he had developed facial paralysis syndrome.
She carefully placed the warm porridge in front of him, saying, "Eat up."
Mu Shuoqian put the phone aside and looked at the lone bowl of hot porridge with a displeased frown, "Porridge only?"
Weren’t there side dishes and egg pancakes before he left?
Gu Qili scratched her head in embarrassment, "You said you weren’t going to eat, so I ate them all."
He picked up the spoon with the look of one being mistreated, unwillingly stirring it a couple of times before slowly beginning to eat. He ate very slowly, chewing carefully with each mouthful. Gu Qili, bored of waiting, simply sat down and started flipping through the fashion magazine he had read the day before.
The magazine was full of men’s wear, without any Chinese annotations, exclusively in French.
From her previous understanding of the fashion industry, these clothes must be custom designs. The clothes he wore belonged to only one brand, from underwear to socks to a casual sports t-shirt.
Having organized his luggage before, she knew that his clothes were embroidered with his exclusive logo—the traditional character for "Qian."
She was flipping through the magazine enthusiastically when suddenly she heard the clear sound of a porcelain bowl being placed on the coffee table.
"Pick a few that you like," Mu Shuoqian said after finishing the porridge, gracefully wiping his lips that were cleaner than a mirror.
The latest spring collections had been mailed from Paris, and the designers were awaiting his response. Normally he would delegate such matters to Xiao Ran, but he had been too busy lately to bother with these trivialities.
He had intended to pick a couple at random, but since Gu Qili was present, he decided to pass this hot potato onto her.
Upon hearing this, Gu Qili’s enthusiasm soared. She had almost taken a minor in fashion design in college, but ultimately abandoned the idea due to scheduling conflicts.
Mu Shuoqian was a perfect clothes hanger; even in rags, he’d still look good, so choosing clothes for him wasn’t difficult at all. Official source is N0velFire.ɴet
The designer must be aware of his preferences; all the clothes here were in black and white palettes. Even if the colors were monotonous, the designer was still able to create eye-catching styles.
Gu Qili picked a few and brought them over to ask for his opinion. Mu Shuoqian was watching the morning financial news, casually humming in agreement without taking his eyes off the TV.
"You agreed without even looking?" Gu Qili felt a bit puzzled; his response was too perfunctory.
He quietly turned his head, his gaze flitting lightly over her face as he blandly said, "I’ve looked now."
After saying that, he turned his head back.
"Then I’ll fold up the ones we’ve chosen." Receiving no reply to her statement, she took it as agreement and gently folded the corner of the magazine. She had selected a total of five pieces, all styles that she liked herself.
Before long, Xiao Ran arrived, bringing a pile of documents that needed to be reviewed. He was somewhat surprised to see Gu Qili there as well.