spring bite mark

Chapter 27 An Unconventional Gift
Two donations, nearly a thousand carnivals, totaling a value of nearly three million RMB.

Even Jiang Manman was a little stunned by the impact.

She looked at the screen, her gaze falling on the ID with the golden halo above it, and said helplessly, "The 'Yu' in 'Yu' (遇), let's talk?"

There has been no response from the other party.

Even within five seconds of her speaking, the other party left the live stream.

Jiang Manman was silent for a moment, then instructed Ayla: "Find a way to contact the Douyin operations team and get the contact information for this 'Yu' (遇) person."

Ayla was checking the data in several Douyin live streams: "Three million is a bit too much. I just checked a few of the live streams that the top spender often visits, but the most he's ever given in one go is only a few hundred thousand. This is the first time we've ever done this."

"Let's talk after we get his contact information." Jiang Manman didn't know how to evaluate this person for a moment.

The next morning, Ayla brought some bad news:
"Boss, the platform replied that this 'Yu' in 'Yujian' has too much backing, and they dare not disclose any of its information. They also reminded us not to go around asking around, lest we get into trouble."

Jiang Manman hummed in agreement: "Did they say anything else?"

"They also said that a few million is just a person's daily pocket money, and that we shouldn't worry about it. If they are willing to give it to us, we should just accept it."

After listening, Jiang Manman thought for a while and said, "Then let's leave it at that and not ask any more questions. Next time 'Yu Yu' comes to the live stream to give a reward, remind him if necessary. If he doesn't listen, then let him be."

Ayla nodded in agreement, but couldn't help but sigh, "We could work ourselves to the bone for half our lives and still not save three million, yet we get just one day's allowance from someone else. I'm inexplicably a little jealous!"

Jiang Manman interrupted her musings: "Put more effort into the design. If Mu Chan can gain some fame at the film festival, I'll give you a raise."

Ayla immediately perked up: "Okay, boss!"

In the afternoon, Yan Changye sent Jiang Manman another message:

Y: [I'm back. I'm waiting for you to get off work at the parking lot near Muchan.]

Jiang Manman: [Aren't you coming back tomorrow morning?]

Y: [The project meeting ended early]

Jiang Manman: [Wait for me for ten minutes]

Ten minutes later, Jiang Manman spotted the eye-catching Black Voice in the parking lot.

She opened the car door and got in, only to find that Yan Changye was still dressed in formal business attire, indicating he must have come straight here after getting off the plane. She couldn't help but speak:
"You can rest at home. I know how to get home myself."

"I brought you a gift." Yan Changye's eyes held a hint of amusement. "I wanted to give it to you as soon as possible."

"What is it?" Jiang Manman's intuition told her it wasn't good. "Did you go to the auction to buy the incomplete map?"

"No! I'll take you to auctions with me next time. Isn't that much more interesting than me going alone?" Yan Changye took a pink gift box from beside his feet and handed it to her. "Madam, I chose this myself. Open it and take a look."

Jiang Manman took it suspiciously, opened it, and found a pile of black, sexy lace fabric neatly stacked, with the signature of a famous designer from the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show on it.

Yan Changye observed her expression; "Do you like it, baby?"

Jiang Manman looked at him calmly: "Yan Changye, you've only been serious for a few days, are you planning to act up again?"

Yan Changye laughed innocently: "Who suddenly misses me in the middle of the night and is feeling anxious?"

He paused for a moment: "But what's the use of just thinking about feelings? You still have to do them."

Jiang Manman threw the clothes back onto his lap, her eyes fixed on the window, not wanting to pay him any attention for the moment.

Even after a long night of banquets, he was not angry.

Based on his experience, if he persisted in his advances for a while, his wife would eventually succumb to his good looks and, in a moment of madness, agree to his demands... on the eve of the film festival.

Jiang Manman and Senna tried on their dresses for the last time.

This time, we made an appointment at a tea room.

When Jiang Manman saw the location, she felt a mix of emotions for a moment before finding Sena in the agreed-upon private room.

"Why did you choose this place?" Jiang Manman sat down opposite her, looked at the delicate flower tea in her cup, but didn't drink it.

Sena looked rather grumpy: "The last time we met here, it was a coffee shop, and I had a pretty good impression of it. This time, I was too lazy to choose a place, and who knew that it would turn into a tea restaurant as soon as I arrived, and the owner had changed too."

Jiang Manman didn't have a very good impression of this place. She took out the dress and said, "This is the last time I'll try it on. If there are no problems, I'll take it home and fix it up. I'll send it to the film festival venue for you the day after tomorrow."

Sena nodded, but her gaze faltered for a moment after Jiang Manman took out the dress.

"This time, we added Vermilion Bird embroidery to the previous design, and the two shoulder straps are also made in the shape of Vermilion Feathers. With some minor modifications, it looks different from the last time—what do you think? Do you like it?"

Sena snapped out of her daze: "Mr. Jiang, you have an amazing eye for talent!"

"Alright, stop flattering me. Try it on." Jiang Manman paused, then added casually, "The side panels have about four centimeters of added thickness. See if it fits."

Sena coughed lightly: "I'll learn to adapt even if I'm not used to it. It's better than trending on social media the next day because of an A I've never been on before."

I was extremely satisfied with this fitting.

Jiang Manman and Sena were both in a good mood.

"Mr. Jiang, from now on, all my dresses will be made by you."

Jiang Manman nodded: "I'm glad you're satisfied with Muchen's products."

"Mr. Jiang, I need to verify something with you." Sena's voice lowered slightly. "I secretly inquired about Muchen and found out that this brand is quite famous in high society circles! It's said that the legendary young master is particularly fond of the Muchen brand, is that true?"

"You want to see him through Mu Chan?"

"How could I dare to even think about that!" Sena's voice was even lower. "But if I want to keep using the Mu Chan brand, my manager won't be able to accept it. I'll have to find some reasons that she can't refuse!"

Jiang Manman looked at Sena's evening gown and said, as if jokingly:
"Is it possible that he personally sewed up two stitches for this dress you're wearing?"

Sena was speechless: "It's... unnecessary to exaggerate to this extent."

Jiang Manman smiled without saying a word.

The following day, the annual Hundred Flowers Film Festival, a major film and television event, was held at the Beijing Grand Theatre.

The people from Muchan Studio did not enter the awards ceremony venue. Instead, they handed over the dresses outside and then started watching the film festival's live stream.

Mu Chan's three clients are all obscure female celebrities who don't qualify to walk the red carpet alone.

Even so, when Sena's evening gown, with its strong Chinese style, blended in with a group of unknown celebrities, it still attracted a lot of attention.

Once all the celebrities had entered the venue, Jiang Manman found a nearby beverage shop and watched the live stream with Ayla and Shanshan.

"There's absolutely no footage of Sena and the others," Shan Shan complained. "How are we supposed to see our dresses like this?"

Jiang Manman smiled slightly in her almond-shaped eyes: "No rush. Sena isn't the type to sit idly by and wait for her fate."

(End of this chapter)