When Meng Ruozhao woke up the next day, she saw Yan Sisi's message recall reminder.
She guessed it wasn't anything nice and didn't reply.
After all, she did seem rather improper in handling the breakup.
In Yan Qiubai's eyes, she was just being ungrateful.
He, a scion of a prominent family, didn't care about her past or her amnesia, and he wasn't bad to her.
With just a simple "it's not suitable", she firmly decided to break up.
But she didn't regret her decision. So she could accept it if Yan Sisi and the others vented a few words.
However, that dull, indescribable pain in her heart still pricked her like fine needles from time to time.
She got out of bed and walked to the window to pull open the curtains.
The early - morning sunlight, tinged with a bit of coolness, poured in and cast long shadows on the floor.
Meng Ruozhao stared at the shadows for a while, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress those chaotic emotions.
She knew that life had to go on.
Breaking up was just a fork in the road of life. Once she chose this path, she could only look forward and not look back.
After returning to Haicheng, she threw herself into work whole - heartedly again.
Xu Lin and Ai Gao also worked harder than before, as if they were really going to make [Fuyunxuan] one of the Fortune 500 companies.
Moreover, they somehow learned that a fashion - themed variety show was in preparation.
"Ruozhao, I think this 'National Elegance Gala: The Beauty of Clothing' is perfect for us to participate in," Xu Lin said.
"He said that each episode will randomly select a dynasty, and then we need to integrate the clothing characteristics of that dynasty into modern fashion design."
"I think it's so challenging and interesting. If we can really participate in the show, it will be the best publicity for [Fuyunxuan]."
Xu Lin handed the official website's planning document to Meng Ruozhao.
Meng Ruozhao wasn't initially interested in participating in the show, but when she heard it was related to Chinese national style and involved blind - selecting a dynasty for design each episode,
it did sound challenging.
So she took it and read it carefully.
As Xu Lin said, it was really appealing.
It could train people and also serve as publicity.
"However, this kind of show usually requires certain qualifications to participate. After all, we've only been in business for less than a year," she said.
"And I don't have any connections in the fashion circle. I don't even have someone to introduce us."
"I feel that those who can participate are either the in - house teams of the guests or the ones recommended by them."
After all, these celebrity guests all had styling teams behind them.
Ai Gao thought for a while. "I do know a few agents. I accumulated some connections in my previous company."
"If we decide to participate, I'll go and contact them to see if we can make some connections."
Meng Ruozhao thought for a moment. "Okay. Let's submit the application materials first."
While they were busy, Yi Mo came again with a bunch of snacks.
"Baby Ruozhao, I'm here!"
She didn't have any filming today but couldn't leave Haicheng, so she often came here.
Xu Lin and Ai Gao were already familiar with her. They greeted her, took the snacks she offered, and then went back to work.
Meng Ruozhao was sorting out the fabrics while smiling. "Looking for Pei Jiangmu? He's not here today."
Yi Mo was taken aback. "How do you know? But don't get me wrong. I don't have any other feelings for little brother Pei."
"I just came to see how his injury is and to ask when you guys are free so we can go out and have fun."
"Hey hey hey, stop being busy. Have something to eat and play for a while."
She had come so many times that she even bought a bigger and softer sofa for the store at her own expense.
Now when she came and saw there were no customers in the store, she just flopped onto the sofa without any grace.
"I have eyes. There are only four people in the store. The three of us are here, and you've been looking around. Aren't you looking for Pei Jiangmu?" Meng Ruozhao said as she put down what she was doing and walked over, bumping into her calf.
"At least you're a celebrity. Can you pay attention to your image?"
"If you're photographed by paparazzi and end up on the hot search, aren't you just asking for negative publicity?"
Yi Mo retracted her legs to let her in but still said indifferently, "I'm not afraid."
"After all, with my level, no paparazzi would bother to photograph me."
"Besides, even if I am photographed, it's not about having no image. It's about having a super - relaxed vibe."
After a pause, she finally said why she was looking for Pei Jiangmu.
"Here's the thing. The last time little brother Pei was filming, my agent thought more and more that he was a rare talent."
"So she's been asking me if little brother Pei really doesn't want to enter the entertainment industry."
"My contract with my current company will expire at the end of the year. After what happened with Li Ming, I don't plan to renew it."
"I'm currently in talks with another company, and my agent said she wants to jump ship with me."
Yi Mo rambled on.
Actually, not only did her agent not want to give up on Pei Jiangmu, a potential star who was bound to be popular,
but even Yi Mo herself thought it was a pity that Pei Jiangmu didn't enter the entertainment industry.
"He has such a good - looking face, is so immersive in acting, and even has good dialogue skills."
"A person like this could easily make a living just by his looks and these talents. Why waste his gifts?"
"You know, in our line of work, even those in the second or third tier can earn a lot, let alone the top - tier ones."
But no matter how enticing she made it sound, Meng Ruozhao remained calm.
"He probably won't change his mind. He really likes his current major."
"Moreover, he's been good - looking for a long time. If he really had the intention, he would have entered the circle long ago."
A person who was willing to fall out with his family, have his financial support cut off, and almost have his hand ruined for the sake of painting
wouldn't easily give up his dream.
Yi Mo sighed. "Forget it. Anyway, I've delivered the message. The next time my agent asks, I'll have something to tell her."
Just as they were chatting, the wind chime at the door rang.
Everyone looked up.
A tall man wearing a baseball cap and a mask, covering himself tightly, walked in.
He was dressed stylishly in all - over streetwear.
It wasn't the style of someone who would usually enter a store like [Fuyunxuan].
But a customer was a customer. Meng Ruozhao stood up and greeted him.
"Hello, sir. May I ask what you're looking for?"
Only the man's eyes were visible on his face. When their eyes met, Meng Ruozhao thought those eyes were as deep as a hidden ocean.
But almost instantly, the ocean changed.
The corners of the man's eyes turned red. Maybe he also noticed his gaffe and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he raised his hand to pull down the brim of his hat to hide his red eyes.
Meng Ruozhao was a bit confused and politely asked again, "Hello. May I ask how I can assist you?"
The man seemed to calm down a bit. Without even looking at the ready - made clothes on the racks, he looked at Meng Ruozhao and softly said,
"I'd like to customize a set of school uniforms for a friend. Is that okay?"
His voice was gentle but a bit hoarse. If you listened carefully, you could even hear a slight tremor.