Spoiled Sparrow

"Mr. Fu, the design process for this artwork is very complex, and we will need at least half a month to complete it."

The team's designers looked at the detailed reproduction of the manuscript with very complex expressions.

Wedding dresses with this design usually only appear in two-dimensional comics. In real life, it would take a lot of manpower to make such a wedding dress.

However, they heard that the wedding was next week, and they simply couldn't make it in such a short time.

"President Fu?"

The designer called out several times before Fu Chen was pulled out of his reverie.

His eyes darkened, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "What did you say?"

The designer, oblivious to the displeasure in his eyes, quickly replied, "Mr. Fu, the wedding dress illustrations on these sketches are very complex; we'll need at least half a month to complete them."

The moment the words were spoken, the air suddenly turned cold.

Fu Chen looked up, his irritating and aggressive aura making it hard to breathe.

He stated firmly, "I want to see the complete product in three days."

There is absolutely no room for negotiation.

If I refuse his request, I'm afraid I'll lose all face in the entire capital.

The team members dared not utter a word and could only place all their hopes on Yu Jing.

Looking at these manuscripts, Yu Jing immediately recognized that the wedding dress did not belong to the fiancée's size.

On the contrary, it seemed like the girlfriend personally introduced by the high and mighty CEO Fu at the dinner party.

She calmed herself down and bowed, replying, "Yes, Mr. Fu, but I hope you can help me allocate other personnel."

Seeing her determined look, Fu Chen nodded in agreement.

The core team members who walked out of the president's office with trepidation all thought Yu Jing had gone mad.

"Sister Yu, this job is really inhuman. The process is so complicated, it's impossible to finish it in three days."

"Yeah, maybe we should just cancel it."

"Exactly, we have plenty of work in our studio, why bother with this..."

Looking at them one by one, Yu Jing could only make things clear.

"Given the Fu family's power and influence in Beijing's social circles, do you think you can survive here by refusing him?"

"At that time, not only our studio, but also other regions will be affected."

"We only had one choice in this matter, and that was to do it."

Yu Jing made a quick decision and immediately listed the people around her who could be of help.

"Xiao Liu, go and contact your colleagues who are free these days and offer them three times their usual salary to come over."

"Zhouzhou, contact Dean Han of the design institute immediately. It would be best if you could get some junior or senior students to come and help."

Since things have come to this point, everyone can only try anything as a last resort.

"it is good."

*

Lin Yun'en, who had been immersed in self-blame, finally received a message from Ruan Qing today.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. I'm taking care of Aunt Lan Yin."

Lin Yun'en listened to Ruan Qing's voice message repeatedly, and her heart finally settled down.

She squatted down at the entrance of the police station and slowly exhaled a long breath.

She turned and left, sending him a voice message: "Are you alright? I thought that scheming guy had locked you up; I was almost about to call the police."

The reply came quickly: "No, we live in a society governed by law. I'm fine, don't worry."

Lin Yun'en: [Okay, call me back when you're done.]

She put away her phone, and tears fell to the ground with a "plop, plop" sound.

The guilt and the hurt of being deceived overwhelmed her instantly.

She squatted down, hugged her knees tightly, and sent a message to He Xunnan.

[Thank you, we've found the person.]

After a long while, the wind dried her tears.

A pair of familiar leather shoes appeared before my blurry eyes.

Without looking up, she propped herself up, turned around, and left.

The man grabbed her wrist: "I didn't lie to you!"

Lin Yun'en turned around, shook off his hand, and choked back tears, saying, "It's alright, I'm not blaming you, I'm blaming myself."

"We're like this, and I'm tired of it."

Lin Yun'en turned around, tears streaming down her face.

Dong Chenye stood behind him, not even having the courage to chase after him.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have agreed to Fu Chen's invitation to Lin Yun'en that night.

It's all his fault; he's the one who pushed their relationship to this point.

He was too ashamed to ask to get back together.

*

the castle

Ruan Qing lay in bed all day, feeling dazed and confused, not knowing what else she could do.

Without a cell phone and without time, she could only count the days by looking at the sun and moon.

She didn't eat a single bite of the food that was delivered to her.

The sighs and groans of the maid outside the door annoyed Ruan Qing. She pulled the covers over her head, covering her ears, not wanting to hear a sound.

Just as she pulled the covers over her head, she suddenly heard the sound of a piano coming from outside the window.

The familiar violin...

She suddenly sat up in bed, feeling extremely dizzy.

She leaned against the wall and walked to the window, where she saw that familiar figure through the small crack.

Lan Yin sat in her wheelchair, holding the violin in her hand.

She was facing the castle, and Lan Yin could see her as soon as she looked up—if the window could be opened.

Ruan Qing tried everything she could to open the locked window, but to no avail. She stretched out a finger, praying that Lan Yin could see her.

When the piece ended, the music stopped.

Ruan Qing looked out through the crack and saw that a man had appeared beside Lan Yin at some point.

Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Fu Chen.

She instinctively held her breath, observing his every move.

Fu Chen pushed Lan Yin's wheelchair slowly, seemingly saying something.

But she could only see the mouth moving; even if she pricked up her ears, she couldn't hear a sound.

"What the hell is that deadbeat talking about...?"

Fu Chen stayed down there for a long time, so long that Ruan Qing's back went numb from lying down.

Finally, he strode into the castle, while she, supporting her back, went back to bed and pretended to be asleep.

A moment later, the door clicked shut, followed by her familiar scent.

When Fu Chen entered the room, he saw the brunch on the table that had gone cold, and a hint of heartache flashed in his eyes.

He asked sternly, "She still hasn't eaten?"

The servant bowed his head tremblingly: "Yes, young master."

The tray the maid was carrying trembled along with her, making a series of noises.

Even under the covers, Ruan Qingmeng could feel Fu Chen's fierce gaze.

A direct confrontation was clearly not going to work. If things continued like this, she was really afraid that Fu Chen would take away her meals and only give her intravenous nutrition to keep her vital signs alive.

He's capable of doing something like that.

There's no way to escape anyway; resisting him will only make him more vigilant.

She didn't even have a chance to find a loophole.

Just a second before Fu Chen erupted in anger, Ruan Qing threw off the covers.

His gaze instantly fell on her face.

His face was pale, and he looked very unwell.

Ruan Qing was afraid that her acting was not convincing enough, so she secretly pinched her thigh with her hand under the covers, causing her to wince in pain.

Fu Chen immediately went to her bedside and reached out to hug her.

"What's wrong?"

It seems they still care about her life or death.

Ruan Qing pinched her leg hard again, crying out in pain, "Ah, my stomach hurts so much~"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, making it sound like she was in excruciating pain.

She buried her head in Fu Chen's arms and suddenly began to sob, "Waaah, my stomach hurts so much, am I going to die...?"

Fu Chen was so worried that he wanted to dig out her stomach to see what was wrong.

He picked up Ruan Qing and asked softly, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

"Waaaaah, it hurts so much I can't even hold chopsticks! Can you take me to the hospital?"

Fu Chen's expression suddenly changed.

So that's where he was waiting.

"Don't even think about it, eat."

The tone suddenly changed, and before the actress Ruan Qing could detach herself from the story, the audience had already left.

She forced herself to continue acting, managing to squeeze out two tears.

The person in his arms looked at him with teary eyes, pouting and saying in a coquettish voice, "I really have no strength left, feed me..."