Sweetie, don't look at him, kiss me.

Yao Yingyu paused for a moment, then looked at Lin Qingmian seriously: "Qingmian, I feel like something's off about you today?"

She had previously shared news stories about scumbag men and sluts in the entertainment industry with Lin Qingmian.

Even if Lin Qingmian wasn't interested, she would still join in the complaints, cursing that the bitch should die.

Why this time...?

"no."

The woman smiled at Yao Yingyu, then put away her phone: "I've finished eating. I have things to do this afternoon, so I won't keep you company while you study."

After saying that, she picked up her plate, got up, and left.

Sitting on a chair in the cafeteria, Yao Yingyu frowned as she watched Lin Qingmian's departing figure. Suddenly, she remembered something and quickly pulled out a photo from her phone of the mistress who had ruined Su Tingwan's relationship with her fiancé.

The silhouette on the phone screen was almost identical to the silhouette Lin Qingmian had when she left.

Even their coats are the same!

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Yao Yingyu suddenly stood up and chased after him, calling out, "Qingmian!"

She rushed to Lin Qingmian's side, grabbed the collar of her coat, and ripped it off: "I'm a little cold, can I borrow your coat?"

Lin Qingmian paused for a moment, then chuckled in exasperation, "Why don't you just go back to your dorm and get a jacket?"

Why wear her clothes?

"I just like this one of your pieces."

Yao Yingyu smiled and put on the coat, hugging her arms tightly as if afraid Lin Qingmian would snatch it away: "I'll wear it for a few days, then I'll wash it clean and give it back to you."

"Go ahead and get busy!"

Seeing that Yao Yingyu insisted on wearing her coat, Lin Qingmian could only sigh helplessly.

The appointment with Fang Shiyang was at 2 PM, and it's already past 1 PM.

There wasn't enough time to go home and get another coat, so Lin Qingmian simply went out and hailed a taxi.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Qingmian, wearing a sleeveless beige fitted top and a smoky gray knee-length skirt, appeared downstairs at the Century Building.

Without her coat to cover her figure, her stunning curves attracted the attention of many passersby.

The woman found a corner in the lobby and sat down, then sent a message to Fang Shiyang.

She had barely sat down when the VIP elevator across the street came down from the top floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Ji Linzhou stepped out, surrounded by several senior executives.

Looking up, I saw a white figure on the sofa across the hall, head down, fiddling with a phone in his hand, seemingly sending a message to someone.

As she lowered her head, stray strands of hair fell down, gently swaying in the air as the breeze from the window behind her blew them softly.

Those strands of hair seemed to drift into Ji Linzhou's heart as well.

He lifted his leg and strode towards her.

Ji Linzhou took long strides, his long legs swaying with the wind, and he was about to reach Lin Qingmian.

Just then, the revolving door on the other side of the hall was pushed open, and Fang Shiyang, dressed in a beige suit and high heels, ran in carrying a handbag and immediately spotted Lin Qingmian on the sofa.

She waved to her, her voice filled with excitement: "Baby!"

Lin Qingmian looked up, put away her phone, stood up, and a smile appeared on her face.

Fang Shiyang walked over quickly, and the two of them exchanged a few words before heading towards the elevator side by side.

Ji Linzhou stopped in his tracks, standing behind the greenery on one side of the hall.

The angle between the marble pillar and the broad-leaved plant completely obscured him, and from his angle, he could clearly see the backs of the two women.

Fang Shiyang's voice drifted over: "You arrived so early, have you been waiting long?"

"I arrived shortly after."

Lin Qingmian's voice was soft and pleasant, with a hint of politeness: "Director Fang, today we're looking at the draft of the main design for the new series, which I've already brought."

"Just call me Shiyang, don't be so formal."

Fang Shiyang smiled and patted her shoulder: "The boss happens to be free this afternoon, it's a good opportunity. Do your best later, I have high hopes for you."

Lin Qingmian nodded and followed her into the elevator.

The two voices gradually faded into the distance.

Ji Linzhou's gaze was fixed on the slowly closing elevator door, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Miss who doesn't sleep.

The up-and-coming designer that Fang Shiyang had been praising for half a year, the person whose sketches even made him break his principles and give a chance... was it Lin Qingmian?

She attends school every day, works as a waitress in a restaurant in her spare time, and even covers for friends at hotels...

Where did she find the time to draw such a design?

But then I thought about it again, her hands...

Slender, clean, and with well-defined joints, these hands are indeed well-suited for holding a paintbrush.

The man looked away, a faint smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

Just as he was about to follow, his phone vibrated in his pocket, displaying the words "Fu Siwen" on the screen.

He frowned, turned around, pushed open the door to the VIP lounge on the side of the lobby, and answered the phone.

At the same time, in the outer hall, the revolving doors swung open, and a large group of people poured in.

Leading the way was the old lady of the Ji family, dressed in a dark red cheongsam and leaning on an ebony cane, exuding an imposing aura.

Su Tingwan followed half a step behind her.

The woman was wearing a plain white dress, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, her face was bare of makeup, and her eyes were slightly red, as if she had just been crying.

Further on, several reporters carrying cameras and three or four online celebrities holding up their phones to livestream, a dense crowd completely blocking the entrance to the lobby on the first floor of the Century Building.

As she walked, Old Mrs. Ji turned back to speak into the reporter's microphone, her voice loud and tinged with anger: "I brought Tingwan here today to demand an explanation. The Ji family isn't unreasonable, but we can't let ourselves be bullied like this!"

Reporters thrust their microphones forward: "Madam Ji, what do you mean by 'bullying'?"

"What else could it refer to?"

Old Mrs. Ji snorted coldly, her gaze sweeping casually over the surrounding crowd: "My Ji family's daughter-in-law is being pointed at and gossiped about outside, with people saying that my Ji family doesn't honor its promises and that my Linzhou is a heartless man. I've lived all these years, and no one has ever said such things to me!"

"So, you brought Miss Su here today hoping Mr. Ji will give a clear answer?"

"Of course it needs to be made clear!"

Grandma Ji patted Su Tingwan's hand: "Tingwan is the granddaughter-in-law I've chosen. She's done so much for Linzhou; if Linzhou still acts like this, they're ungrateful!"

Su Tingwan lowered her head at the opportune moment, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice choked with emotion: "Auntie, please don't say anymore... Linzhou is busy with work, I understand. What happened last night... was probably just a misunderstanding, I don't blame him."