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Seeing Fu Siya's expectant gaze, Jiang Wenxi smiled helplessly and conceded, "Alright then. Is this dessert shop also in this building?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's on the 6th floor of this building, super close!" Fu Siya nodded immediately, pulling her quickly towards the elevator. "Come on, come on, I'll take you there, I guarantee you'll want to eat there again and again!"

"Then I'll have to try it and see just how delicious the dessert you're talking about really is," Jiang Wenxi said with a smile, following her into the elevator.

The elevator quickly reached the 6th floor. A few steps from the elevator, I saw the dessert shop called "West House" that Fu Siya had mentioned. The interior decoration was minimalist and Instagram-worthy, with light gray walls paired with natural wood tables and chairs, creating a clean and cozy atmosphere. Several delicate small square tables were neatly arranged by the large floor-to-ceiling windows, covered with light beige tablecloths and adorned with small succulent plants. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, falling warmly on the tablecloths.

The atmosphere here is exceptionally pleasant, making it a perfect place to relax and unwind, or meet up with your best friends for tea and desserts.

The two found a seat by the window, and the waiter immediately handed them the menu. Fu Siya skillfully flipped through the menu and quickly rattled off a string of dessert names: "A French vanilla mille-feuille, a Singapore pandan coconut sugar chiffon cake, white truffle honey scones, a raspberry rose Napoleon, a raspberry lychee cake, and a sea salt caramel macaron tart and a fig leaf panna cotta. For tea, a pot of Nepalese Golden Needle White Tea."

After placing the order, she looked up at Jiang Wenxi, worried that she might think they had ordered too much, and quickly explained, "Don't worry, Wenxi, these desserts are all small, delicate, and won't fill you up. We can definitely finish them!"

Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly, offering no objection. Fu Siya picked up her phone and took several photos of the scenery outside the window and the tableware on the table. After the desserts were served, she carefully posed and snapped several close-up photos. Then she edited a post on her WeChat Moments: "A sweet afternoon tea time with my best friend~ Westinghouse's desserts are absolutely amazing!" After adding the photos, she pressed the send button with satisfaction.

The French vanilla mille-feuille was layered and crispy, with a rich vanilla aroma; the pandan coconut sugar chiffon cake was soft and delicate, with the aroma of coconut and pandan intertwined, sweet but not cloying; the white truffle honey scones were crisp on the outside and soft on the inside, and had a rich flavor when dipped in honey. The two slowly savored the desserts while chatting softly, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

After finishing her dessert, Fu Siya was still a little unsatisfied. She wiped her mouth and said to Jiang Wenxi, "Wenxi, I'll send you the address on the day of the auto show. Let's take my family's private jet together. It'll be faster and more convenient, and we won't have to squeeze into the airport."

"Okay." Jiang Wenxi replied casually, picked up her handbag and stood up. "Let's go, we can go back now."

"Okay!" Fu Siya immediately stood up, took her arm, and walked out of the store with a smile.

Jiang Nan had already parked the car at the entrance, and Fu Siya's driver was also waiting at the entrance.

"Wenxi, see you at school."

After saying "Okay," Jiang Wenxi got into the car and returned to the Lanyan Grand Apartment.

Meanwhile, Yan Lanshu returned home...

The only light in the study was the cold, white glow of the computer screen, quietly illuminating her focused face. The crisp sound of her fingertips gliding across the keyboard echoed rhythmically in the silent space, becoming the sole melody.

The nanny tiptoed in carrying a steaming cup of milk, with fine water droplets clinging to the sides, clearly indicating that it had just been warmed.

She walked very quietly, and after a long while, she spoke softly, her tone filled with undisguised concern: "Miss, it's almost ten o'clock. You've been sitting here all afternoon. Why don't you rest for a while? Have a cup of hot milk to warm your stomach and give your eyes a rest too."

Yan Lanshu's gaze never left the screen, her fingers still flying across the keyboard, the keys moving so fast they almost left afterimages. She managed only a brief response from her throat:

"No need, Aunt Zhang, I need to hurry up and finish writing. It's not easy to find someone who appreciates me, so I need to finish it as soon as possible." Her voice had a slightly hoarse tone.

Aunt Zhang looked at the empty water glass beside her and shook her head helplessly.

She knew that her young mistress was extremely stubborn once she got into work, and there was no point in trying to persuade her. So she carefully placed the milk in the least obstructive spot on the corner of the table, filled the water glass, and then quietly slipped out. When she closed the door, she even slowed down her movements, leaving only a very soft "click" sound.

Time slipped away silently with the tapping of her fingers. The clock at one in the morning seemed to still echo in her ears. Yan Lanshu finally stopped typing, let out a long sigh, and raised her hand to rub her sore and swollen eyes. Her fingertips ran over her eyes, and she could clearly feel a tired soreness. She leaned back in her chair, her neck making a slight "click" sound, relieving the stiffness from being tense for so long.

My gaze swept across the corner of the table and I realized that the cup of hot milk had long since cooled down, and the water droplets on the cup had evaporated completely.

She picked up the milk and took a sip. The cool liquid slid down her throat, making her shiver slightly, but it also dispelled some of her drowsiness. She then picked up another glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, she took out a packet of mints from the drawer. The packaging made a slight sound when it was torn open. She poured one out and put it in her mouth. The cool minty flavor exploded in her mouth and rushed to her head, and most of her fatigue disappeared.

To be honest, she really loves designing cheongsams. Every time she designs a cheongsam, she feels a sense of pride and peace of mind.

Actually, his family wasn't poor; in fact, they were quite wealthy. But his parents were in politics while he insisted on going into business, which led to a disagreement between them.

They don't understand why they like this job so much, and explaining it to them is pointless.

Surrounded by dissenting voices, the sudden appreciation for his design meant he had gained recognition and was willing to work alongside him. He truly valued this opportunity and didn't want to miss it.

By this time, the document was densely filled with text; she had successfully completed the analysis of existing problems and the drafting of future development plans. In the development plan section, she dared not be careless; every word was carefully considered, and she detailed three core development directions:

Firstly, we will make every effort to expand online channels and plan to open official accounts on popular platforms such as Xiaoshu and Xiaoyin. We will regularly release short videos detailing the process of making cheongsams, breaking it down step by step from material selection and cutting to embroidery. At the same time, we will also provide examples of cheongsam outfits for different scenarios to create a highly recognizable personal brand and attract young consumers.