Spoiled Sparrow

The final design of this wedding dress has been handed over to the subject teacher. Where did it come from?

Ruan Qing steadied her breathing and asked, "Did he ask you to make this for me?"

The result is already presented and there is no doubt about it.

She just needs to hear a positive answer.

Yu Jing took out a copy of Fu Chen's manuscript from her bag.

She handed it to Ruan Qing: "This is a copy of the manuscript that President Fu gave me. He only showed me the real manuscript from a distance."

Ruan Qing looked at the drawing carefully; the brushstrokes and style were indeed hers.

She rejected this version initially, and submitted a revised version as her final assignment.

I was very disappointed at the time and casually threw away this version of the manuscript. I never expected it to end up in Fu Chen's hands.

Her thoughts followed the picture back to that scene.

......

"Finally finished drawing."

Ruan Qing took off her goggles and rubbed her sore neck with both hands.

Fu Chen walked up behind her and hugged her, his voice rising from above her head into her ears: "Clean up the table yourself, or I'll deal with you."

The table was piled high with various drawing tools and reference books, and there was no room in the trash can under the table for the discarded drafts, which had fallen outside.

Ruan Qing turned around and hooked her arm around his waist: "I'm too lazy to clean up. Since you're going to clean me up anyway, you can clean up these things."

With such self-righteousness, she tilted her head defiantly and said, "You can't just come for nothing, can you? You might as well help me with some work."

"Fine, you'll regret it."

......

I think I received the manuscript around that time.

I never imagined he would keep it until today.

Ruan Qing approached, reached out and grasped the hem of the skirt. Feeling the real thing, tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

Yu Jing quickly took out a tissue and handed it to her: "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Ruan Qing took a deep breath: "I just didn't expect that my wildly imaginative design would actually appear in front of me."

It took countless people's hard work to make this wedding dress.

"Thanks."

Yu Jing: "What are you thanking me for? Although it was a bit rushed, the compensation given by President Fu is more than ten times the market price, enough for the entire studio to lie down for two months."

Ruan Qing sniffed. She hadn't expected Fu Chen to give her a wedding dress as a birthday present. It made her think a lot.

"Here, let me help you try them on to see if they fit."

Yu Jing helped Ruan Qing tie her hair up: "The measurements were made according to the size provided by President Fu, so it should fit well."

Ruan Qing lowered her head in embarrassment. When did this man start measuring her bust, waist, and hip measurements?

"If it doesn't fit, we need to hurry up and alter it; time is running out."

Ruan Qing asked in confusion, "Is there not much time left?"

It seems so; tomorrow night is the day she and Fu Chen have arranged to meet.

Yu Jing: "Mmm, take a breath."

"it is good."

In the dressing room, Ruan Qing looked down at her wedding dress, and the scene of her wedding with Fu Chen appeared in her mind.

"What are you thinking about? Can you stop being so love-struck?"

Ruan Qing lowered her head and berated herself. Yu Jing, who was standing next to her, was startled by her talking to herself: "What... what's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"I really like it, but I'll never have the chance to wear such a beautiful wedding dress."

Yu Jing asked in surprise, "How could that be? We can wear them the day after tomorrow, right?"

Fu Chen gave a clear deadline for this wedding dress, which shows that he was in a hurry to use it. Otherwise, what would be the point of having them rush to finish it?

Having more money than you can spend? That can't be right.

Ruan Qing gave a wry smile: "The day after tomorrow? The day after tomorrow is his wedding, but not mine..."

Yu Jing smiled awkwardly, not wanting to say anything more, and changed the subject to help her style her hair.

The world of the wealthy is indeed too complicated.

She had initially thought that Fu Chen wanted Ruan Qing to replace the Zhao family's daughter and force the issue, but it seems she was overthinking it.

There's no reason not to love such an extravagant custom-made wedding dress.

Living in such a huge castle is incredibly romantic.

Thinking of this, Yu Jing caught a glimpse of the lock on the window out of the corner of her eye, and her heart skipped a beat.

As if possessed, I looked towards the door, and there it was...

Could she be a canary imprisoned in a castle?

After this thought came to mind, Yu Jing became restless, and her movements gradually slowed down.

Scenes of imprisonment and forced love from various old novels flashed before my eyes like a slideshow.

Seeing that her hands were still hesitant to braid her hair, Ruan Qing asked, "Director Yu?"

She only came to her senses after being called twice.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Yu Jing's movements slowed down, her gossipy heart almost leaping out of her chest.

Ruan Qing looked up several times and met her gaze.

"Director Yu, is there something you want to tell me?"

Yu Jing, whose thoughts had been read, suddenly felt her cheeks flush: "N-nothing."

We hadn't had much interaction before, and I always thought Director Yu Jing was a very serious woman. I never expected to see this side of her.

If I'm not mistaken, she's probably thinking about her relationship with Fu Chen.

After all, he's getting married to his fiancée the day after tomorrow, but now he's keeping a mistress hidden away. Anyone who sees this would imagine a dramatic and soap opera-like situation.

Ruan Qing generously raised her hand: "It's alright, go ahead and ask."

Hearing Ruan Qing's words, Yu Jing didn't mince words and asked directly, "Are you two in a normal romantic relationship?"

Asking that question felt a bit presumptuous.

Yu Jing: "Um, I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that the outside door and the windows here are all locked..."

There's a saying that goes something like this: normal relationships are healthy, but abnormal relationships are truly fascinating.

Ruan Qing shook her head and sighed: "I can only say that I didn't live here voluntarily."

"Oh my god."

Just as she thought.

Yu Jing pressed on, "So, are you planning to run away? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Looking at Yu Jing, who was not related to her, Ruan Qing thought to herself: Could this be someone sent by Fu Chen to test her?

Ruan Qing's puzzled expression as she looked her up and down was too obvious, so Yu Jing explained, "Don't worry, I swear, I have nothing to do with President Fu, and I'm on the female lead's side."

"What did you say?"

Yu Jing: "What I mean is, I'm on your side. According to the plot of the novel, shouldn't you have run away?"

Are all artists this abstract?

Not yet.

Ruan Qing didn't say much, after all, the matter was accomplished in secret.

Yu Jing felt a little disappointed when she heard that there was no use for her.

Soon, her hair was styled, and Yu Jing smiled with satisfaction as she looked at her work.

She praised Ruan Qing in the mirror: "Beautiful."

"You can let Mr. Fu in now."

Ruan Qing pressed her hand down: "Wait."

"What's wrong?"

She took several deep breaths, but still couldn't calm her rapidly beating heart: "I'm not mentally prepared yet."

She actually... got nervous.

It turns out, she was also looking forward to it.

She nodded, and Yu Jing went out: "President Fu, you can come in now."

Fu Chen was standing at the door. He opened the door and said, "I have something to do right now."

After saying that, he went out and slammed the door shut.