CH 48

Everyone fell silent.

The girl was pulled to stand up, staggered a bit, lowered her head, her soft long hair covered her side face, she looked like a bird with folded wings struggling weakly, more like pork belly sold by the catty in the vegetable market.

Those words were like a bolt from the blue, shattering her last self-esteem.

"That fast?" Pei Chutong looked at Jiang Yu in surprise, but she didn't expect her to follow her own, and couldn't figure out whether she was cooperating in a joke or meant it.

"Are you really willing?"

Jiang Yu sneered, and said casually: "What's there to give up? It's just a bird, I can just raise another one."

Another thunderbolt.

There was a sharp stabbing pain in her chest, Cheng Suran desperately clenched her fists, nails deeply embedded in her palm, to calm herself down.

She is a bird, a pet.

Pets that are generously given away by their owners at any time.

Since she chose this relationship, she should accept this reality. However, she always loves to dream, and the boundary between dream and reality is blurred when she is dreaming. She's becoming less and less sober. So much so that returning to reality hurts so much.

What dignity does a canary want?

She comforted herself with these words, making all Jiang Yu's actions reasonable, but she was just deceiving herself. She has to lie, if there is no "beautiful" lie to calm and appease her, the pain will tear her apart.

Pei Chutong clicked her tongue twice, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Ruan Mu sitting still, raised her eyebrows, and stretched out her hand to the girl, "Okay, come on, little sister, come with me."

Now everyone's eyes are on Cheng Suran.

She doesn't know if it's pity, sympathy, or ridicule...

She hung her head, her cheeks were burning hot, she looked at the white and shiny hand in front of her, motionless, embarrassed and pitiful.

Tian Lin, who was watching from the sidelines, shook her head helplessly, and sighed secretly, why did the boss become so naive, like a child, how could she bear this? She couldn't stand it.

"Little sister?" Pei Chutong smiled and blinked, "Don't be cautious, she and I are old acquaintances. If you miss her in the future, I will send you back."

"Don't you want to go back to the old chief the day after tomorrow?" Ruan Mu, who was sitting beside her, said abruptly.

The implication is that the person that Grandpa Pei introduced last time has to go back and make contact with her to put on a show, so she has no time to raise a lover.

Jiang Yu coughed with a suppressed smile.

Pei Chutong was stunned, with a hint of joy in her eyes, but she still turned her head and glared at Ruan Mu, "What does this have to do with my grandfather?"

Ruan Mu pursed her lips and remained silent.

"Did I let you talk?"

"..."

Although Pei Chutong's mouth was as sharp as a knife, she felt great comfort in her heart. However, seeing Ruan Mu drooping her eyes and not saying a word, and thinking of the invisible and difficult gap between them, she couldn't help feeling sour.

She knew she still cared.

This dead wood.

Pei Chutong turned her face to meet Jiang Yu's subtle gaze, and the two looked at each other and smiled. She glanced at Cheng Suran who kept her head down all the time, waved her hand and said, "Little sister can't help being teased, it's better not to bully her."

"You also know it's bullying." Jiang Yu pursed her lips and smiled, and looked sideways at Cheng Suran, only then realized that her expression was wrong.

The girl lowered her head, her thick eyelashes concealed all her emotions, her little ears protruding from her hair were so red that they almost dripped blood, her whole body was stiff, like a cold sculpture.

Jiang Yu pulled her into her arms calmly, stroking her face with her palms, and said softly: "Sister is joking, little fool."

"Mm, it's okay." Cheng Suran squeezed out a stiff smile, but it was uglier than crying.

With outsiders around, she held back her tears, and didn't dare to show any more emotions. She knew what was going on, understood her complexion, and obediently obeyed—as long as she wanted to stay by her sister's side.

Seeing her aggrieved appearance, Jiang Yu's heart suddenly softened a little, a little regretful, but now in front of other people, as the benefactor, it is impossible for her to continue coaxing the canary.

"Sister, I'll go to work first." Cheng Suran stood up, smiled, turned around and left as if fleeing.

There was still a quarter of an hour before the meeting started, and foreign guests from various countries had already arrived one after another. Instead of going to the meeting room immediately, she got into the women's toilet and locked herself in the last private room.

Locking the door, with her back leaning against the door, she crouched down holding her head, letting the tears fall.

It was like blood flowing from her heart. It was hot and sticky. She wiped with the back of her hand, trembling as she wiped them.

After two minutes of venting, Cheng Suran wiped away her tears, forced herself to calm down, then opened the door as if nothing had happened, stood in front of the sink, poured cold water on her face, wiped off the water, adjusted her appearance in front of the mirror, and walked out calmly...

….

In the lounge, Jiang Yu and Pei Chutong chatted for a while. She was a little absent-minded, they were talking about today's activities, but she is thinking about how to coax a person back home.

Chatting and talking about the clothes bumping.

Pei Chutong is in the entertainment industry, and is very sensitive to similar topics. She immediately clicked on Weibo, and after a look, there was an entry about the clothes bumping incident on the hot search.

Although the current popularity is not high, judging from her experience, it is only a matter of time before it rises.

"Coco, here—" She handed over the phone.

On the screen was the latest Weibo post from a marketing account. There were six pictures of the red carpet live broadcast. The first three were Jiang Yu, and the last three were traffic florets Ren Shilu. It feels completely different.

The former is tall and thin, with a light body. Her whole body is tall and straight, while the latter suffers from being short, and has a sweet appearance, which looks a bit bloated and petty.

The comment section is all talking about who is better looking, and if there is a comparison, it is inevitable that there will be criticism, so there is a quarrel.

"Ren Shilu bumped herself into the muzzle of the gun, so no one else can blame her. If it were me who made such a fool of... Oh no, neither my team nor I will allow this to happen." Pei Chutong said she laughed gloatingly.

This little flower once stepped on her in a press release, and threatened to expose her black material*, but the flag died down without even splashing, and her own dirty material was picked up a lot, and she lost her teeth and swallowed them, not daring to say anything anymore.

*scandal

Jiang Yu looked at it twice, and sighed helplessly: "I haven't been on the trending search in eight hundred years, and I get a headache when I see these children making noise."

"What I am more worried about now is that the hotter the topic, the more likely it will cause fans to fight. Most of the fans of this kind of traffic cafe are energetic and time-rich children. You will definitely suffer in terms of public opinion. So I will monitor the wind direction for you first, and suppress any comments that are not conducive to you immediately." Pei Chutong suppressed her smile and analyzed carefully.

Jiang Yu nodded lightly.

She doesn't care about that. After the last season of fashion week in the spring of next year, she will bid farewell to the runway, officially "retire", and fade out of the public eye. The assets in her hands will not be squandered in this life. In the future, she will manage the company and live her own life.

What really caught her attention was why there were identical dresses.

"I'm very sure that there will be no problems with the brand, so someone must have copied its design, and Ren Shilu may not know about it..."

"C's couture can't be borrowed by just anyone. She must know something in her heart, and it's impossible for her to be completely ignorant."

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Translation: love4baihe.blogspot com

The two analyzed and discussed a few words, and then talked about variety shows. Seven or eight minutes before the meeting started, Jiang Yu changed her clothes and flat shoes, and was about to go out.

Pei Chutong sat on the sofa and checked Weibo, asking Ruan Mu to massage her shoulders and beat her legs. She lazily said: "Coco, I'll wait for you here, go straight to my house after the meeting, and I'll cook myself tonight."

"Next time..." Jiang Yu pondered for a moment, and the kid's distressed appearance flashed in her mind, "Your movie has just finished, so take a good rest these two days."

"Um?"

Pei Chutong slightly raised her brows, put down her phone, got up and went over, and whispered in her ear, "Actually, you want to go home to coax your little lover, right?"

Jiang Yu: "..."

Without waiting for her to speak, Ruan Mu suddenly squeezed between the two of them, lightly brushed Pei Chutong's hair, and calmly separated them, "You have gray in your hair."

Pei Chutong: "..."

Jiang Yu coughed lightly, nodded, and winked at Pei Chutong, "Go back quickly, I have a meeting."

"Don't stand me up next time." The words were addressed to Jiang Yu, but Pei Chutong looked at Ruan Mu and knocked her hand off.

Ruan Mu silently stepped aside.

….

At four o'clock, the exchange meeting began.

Practitioners in the fashion industry from all over the world gathered together. Among them were well-known designers, editors-in-chief of fashion magazines, brand creative directors, and models like Jiang Yu. The venue was full of seats.

Many old acquaintances meet and greet each other. Some people are fluent in English and walked down a circle to say hello.

Jiang Yu saw Cheng Suran at a glance.

She was wearing a black coat with white lining, her hair was tied into a low ponytail, her face was gentle, her deer eyes were bright, and she wore a work permit around her neck, with a professional and serious demeanor.

She is surrounded by the editor-in-chief of "VF" who is known as the "Fashion Freak".

A casual and somewhat arrogant French woman.

The reason for her casualness is that every time she appears in the public eye, she always looks lazy and careless. She doesn't spend any effort to clean up her traces, and she doesn't do it deliberately. And the arrogance is because this person only speaks French no matter what the occasion, so sometimes, she needs an interpreter to accompany her.

She was talking with someone, and every time she finished a sentence, Cheng Suran beside her would translate a sentence.

She seems to be doing well.

Jiang Yu originally wanted to go up to say hello, but she was worried that her sudden appearance in front of the kid would cause shock and affect her work status. After thinking for a moment, she turned and walked away.

The meeting lasted about two hours.

Jiang Yu sat in the second row, and the editor-in-chief sat in the first row obliquely in front, only two people separated her.

The meeting was equipped with simultaneous interpretation. The senior sister and her colleagues sat in the simultaneous interpretation box and simultaneously translated the Chinese speech on the stage into English, while Cheng Suran sat next to the editor-in-chief, bowing her head and whispering something from time to time.

Her expression was focused, she was completely involved in it, and her serious and easy-going look had a special taste.

Being so close, Jiang Yu could vaguely hear her talking, her voice was low and gentle, very standard, her tone was unhurried and powerful.

Like the night she sang "Winter Garden" to her.

Throughout the meeting, Jiang Yu didn't listen to much, and kept her eyes on Cheng Suran, watching her pink lips open and close, like cherries, and like jelly, inviting people to pick and taste...

Before leaving, she sent a WeChat message:

[The car is by the flower bed at the side door, waiting for you to go back together.]

….

At six o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, and the bustling urban center was brightly lit.

A black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle was parked by the flower bed. Jiang Yu had her eyes closed and rested her mind. Suddenly the door opened. She opened her eyes, turned her face, and met the girl's surprised and slightly complicated eyes.

"Come on." She raised her lips and smiled.

Cheng Suran got into the car obediently, took off her backpack and covered it in her arms, and called her softly: "Sister."

It was then she noticed that both assistants were absent.

Not even the driver.

Huh?

A pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and before she could react, she fell into a soft embrace, and the warm breath pressed her upper lip, gently and carefully sucking it as if to comfort her.

"Mm--"

"Good girl."

Jiang Yu raised her head slightly, stared at her, her deep black eyes were full of tenderness, "It's sister who is not good today."

After that, she bowed her head and kissed her again.

Cheng Suran's head buzzed, and her bones all of a sudden became limp, and the scorching wild fire lingered and danced between her lips. Following the exchanged breath, it went deep into her lungs, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Mm, sister..."

"What's wrong?"

"You..." Cheng Suran gasped, "Are you apologizing?"

"Mm."

"!!"

Jiang Yu stared at the girl for a long time, held her face in both hands, and said seriously: "I won't joke around anymore."