spring bite mark

Chapter 75 Absurd Ideas

Jiang Rong took Jiang Manman's phone and dialed the number she had just received.

A dozen seconds later, Liang Beibei's agent's voice came from the other end: "Who is this?"

Jiang Rong laughed angrily: "This is Mu Chan here, are you going to sign or not?"

There was a pause on the other end: "I'm sorry, we received an invitation from the HT brand yesterday. They are a top-tier brand, while Muchan, due to the online incident last time, can only be considered a trendy brand at best. I believe you can understand our choice."

Jiang Rong almost cursed, "You broke the contract without even saying a word! How can you be so unruly?"

“Any contract can be breached if it’s not signed. Please tell your boss that we had a very good impression of her during our last meeting. We hope she won’t hold a grudge because of this incident and that we can arrange to work together again in the future.”

After the other party finished speaking, they promptly hung up the phone.

Jiang Rong looked at Jiang Manman with a stern face: "Madam, should we teach them a lesson?"

“She’s just a clown, not worth our time and energy.” Jiang Manman held her glass and spoke slowly. “However, we can put Liang Beibei on Muchen’s blacklist and never cooperate with her again.”

Jiang Rong nodded in agreement, a little uneasy: "So what do we do now? Eircy at the photography studio is a top photographer whom I spent half a month trying to book. His schedule is very full. If I cancel this time, I don't know if I can get a booking next time."

Jiang Manman was also a little troubled: "No rush, let me think about it some more."

Jiang Rong hesitated: "There's still a week before the store opens. The initial filming and post-production retouching will take several days. Madam, we're very pressed for time."

Jiang Manman nodded: "If all else fails, we'll postpone the opening."

Outside the Muchan Studio.

The Sound of Night silently stopped in the parking lot not far away. Yan Changye stepped out of the car with his long legs and gracefully pushed open the glass door of Mu Chan Studio.

Inside the artfully decorated studio, more than a dozen employees were busy with their own tasks. Hearing the noise, they casually glanced towards the door.

And then I couldn't bear to look away.

Shanshan exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, what brings you here!"

Yan Changye gave a casual "hmm," his posture relaxed and his tone languid: "Where is my wife?"

“The boss is in her office,” Shan Shan said solicitously, leading him in and pointing to the half-open office door. “But she might not be in a good mood.”

Yan Changye's expression turned slightly cold as he looked at Shanshan, his tone also becoming somber: "What's going on?"

Shan Shan was furious: "The artists from Xingchen Entertainment were supposed to come at nine o'clock to sign the endorsement contract, but they stood us up."

After listening, a cold glint flashed in Yan Changye's eyes: "I'll go check on her."

Inside the office, Jiang Manman also heard Yan Changye's voice. She had just looked up when she saw Yan Changye walk in.

Jiang Rong immediately stood up, very respectfully, and greeted him in a low voice: "Chairman Yan."

After saying that, he left Jiang Manman's office and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Jiang Manman asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I don't have much to do this afternoon, so I'd like to spend more time with my wife." Yan Changye's tone was slightly sexy as he pulled out a chair, casually sat down, patted his leg, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Come here, let your husband give you a hug."

Jiang Manman glared at him helplessly: "I'm in the office! I'll let you carry me when we get home."

Yan Changye didn't press the matter, and instead asked, "Were you bullied?"

"It's not bullying; this kind of thing happens all the time in the workplace," Jiang Manman said, taking it in stride.

"That won't do either. My wife, I wouldn't even dare to bully her myself, how can I let others bully her?" Yan Changye took out his phone. "Which entertainment company is it?"

"Forget it." Jiang Manman had a headache. "Don't keep playing that 'the king breaks when the sky is cold' thing. It's so childish." "..." Yan Changye silently locked his phone. "Then I'll find you a new spokesperson? Globally, no limit on star power. Whoever you like, I guarantee it will be delivered to your studio tomorrow morning."

Jiang Manman poured him a cup of fruit tea, using her own cup as a substitute: "I'm going for a traditional Chinese style, and it needs an oriental beauty to endorse it to have any charm. Let me think about it some more."

Yan Changye moistened his lips with fruit tea: "Then you can decide. I'll just sit here with you and keep quiet."

Jiang Manman sighed softly and stood up: "It's rare for you to come all this way. Come on, I'll show you around my studio."

Mu Chan Studio isn't very big; besides Jiang Manman's office, there's only one office area and one exhibition area.

The office area has a dozen or so workstations, most of which have semi-finished products on them. The exhibition area is nearly 200 square meters and displays some of Mu Chan's representative works.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Changye gracefully and calmly followed Jiang Manman to the exhibition area, quietly examining each unique dress.

“I’ve seen the design draft for this ‘Nirvana’ piece.” Yan Changye’s voice was so low that only Jiang Manman could hear it. “You drew the draft in my arms.”

Jiang Manman glanced at the group of Mu Chan employees blocking the doorway, slightly annoyed: "Yan Changye, don't talk nonsense."

Yan Changye scoffed lightly, then pointed to another item: "I remember this one too, 'Jinran,' it was Madam who pestered me to name it."

The burgundy evening gown danced between Yan Changye's fingers. His eyes sparkled, and his slender fingers seemed to possess magic. The originally ordinary red embroidered fabric seemed to be imbued with an ambiguous halo in his palm, which startled Jiang Manman.

As Yan Changye walked and looked around, he arrived at the next smoky pink evening gown. He casually brushed it twice, his exquisitely beautiful lips curving slightly, and his voice was incredibly sexy: "This one is also nice. My wife would look beautiful in it."

He was genuinely looking at the work with great care. Despite his charming demeanor, he didn't appear frivolous; he approached each piece with utmost patience.

Little did they know, they themselves had become an unforgettable sight.

The studio staff had already crowded into the exhibition area, staring at him in a daze. The lighting in the exhibition area was specially designed, and under the lights, Yan Changye's already ten points of beauty became twelve points of allure, so stunning that everyone dared not breathe.

Jiang Manman glanced at the employees, then looked at the man who could charm everyone, and a ridiculous thought crossed her mind.

"Yan Changye," she called softly and hesitantly.

Yan Changye's eyes gleamed as they fell upon her: "Hmm?"

Jiang Manman took a deep breath: "You will be my spokesperson."

Yan Changye was clearly surprised and teased, "Madam, I am a man."

"Who says women's clothing can't be endorsed by men?" Jiang Manman leaned closer to him. "I think you're excellent."

Yan Changye gave Jiang Rong a look, and Jiang Rong immediately asked all the employees whose eyes were glued to Yan Changye to leave.

Once no one else was around, Yan Changye spoke softly, "Madam, my identity is inappropriate."

"Not showing her face."

What's the point of not showing your face?

Jiang Manman said matter-of-factly, "Every part of your body can attract attention."

Yan Changye pulled her into his arms and gently bit her lip as if to punish her: "That's even more inappropriate, Madam. How can you let the person beside you go and seduce other people?"

Jiang Manman had no interest in his flirting: "No face shown, abstract shooting angle, just one photo."

She looked at him with such intense hope in her eyes that Yan Changye couldn't bear to refuse her.

His heart softened, and he sighed resignedly, "Then, shall we give it a try?"

(End of this chapter)