"I’ll sleep after drawing a bit more. I’m used to working this way," Ye Ranran said without lifting her head.
Jun Mochan sat by the bed, watching her work on the design drafts. "Don’t stress yourself too much," he warned.
"That’s funny, considering you weren’t satisfied with my work this morning," Ye Ranran pouted.
Turned to her injured part, Jun Mochan said, "That was just a suggestion. No matter how bad your work, we still have to produce it for them to wear."
Ye Ranran smiled at him, "Won’t that tarnish your reputation? People will start saying how bad your taste must be to select such clothes."
"No one has ever said that. It might be interesting to experience it," Jun Mochan replied nonchalantly.
Ye Ranran hung her head to hide the gratitude in her eyes, "But, I can’t bear to."
So, she was determined to work hard and design the best, most beautiful clothes.
After making the necessary improvements, Ye Ranran sent the designs to Jun Mochan. The one who pays the money calls the shots. The opinions of the actors were just references, and the final say lay with Jun Mochan.
She didn’t expect Jun Mochan to come over in the afternoon after she sent him the design drafts in the morning.
"Ranran, come out," Ling Chao personally came to call her out.
Seeing his tall and handsome figure at the door, Ye Ranran let out a faint, unwitting smile.
She was no fool. She understood the significance of Jun Mochan’s actions.
He was paving the way for her, making efforts to make her even better, even if she did not ask for it.
Just as Ye Ranran stepped out the door, a figure darted out from inside, knocking her aside.
Ye Ranran slammed against the door, her injured part hits the door, her face turned pale in an instant.
"Are you okay?" Jun Mochan walked briskly to her side, offering a supportive arm.
Ye Ranran shook her head, using Jun Mochan’s hand to steady herself: "Thank you, Young Master Jun."
"Young Master Jun, I have some design drafts here, have a look." Ling Yun, completely oblivious of crossing a line with Jun Mochan, approached with a smile.
Jun Mochan turned an icy gaze towards the offender. "You knocked someone over. Shouldn’t you apologize?"
"Sorry." Ling Yun responded pridefully, void of sincerity.
"I do not need your insincere apology." Ye Ranran let go of Jun Mochan’s hand.
Ling Yun glared at her, then turned back to Jun Mochan with a smile. "Young Master Jun, these are my latest designs. Please review them and let me know if there are any changes needed."
Jun Mochan did not respond but coldly stared at her, "Excuse me, are you the designer for this drama?"
"Not yet, but if Young Master Jun approves my design, then I will be." Ling Yun said arrogantly, stealing a triumphant glance at Ye Ranran.
So what if Ye Ranran had a big shot backing her up? As long as Jun Mochan personally asked her to be the designer for this drama, no one would be able to oppose it.
Ling Yun had calculated everything perfectly, except that she didn’t realize Ye Ranran was backed by Jun Mochan himself.
Now she had not only bumped into Ye Ranran but also dared to show attitude to Ye Ranran in front of Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan’s smile completely disappeared, his face cold and menacing: "What good designs can you produce if you don’t even have basic manners?"
"A designer’s soul is reflected in their works. If the soul is dirty, how clean can the works be?"
A simple sentence, with no obscenities or insults, yet it thoroughly scorned her from inside out.
Though Ling Chao wanted to speak up for Ling Yun, he knew Jun Mochan’s temperament too well. Doing so would not only fail to earn Jun Mochan’s favor but could potentially backfire.