"What?"
Yin Yiyan thought she had misheard and almost spat out the chips in her mouth. "You... What did you just say?"
"I'll take on Lu Yan's order," Ning Anmiao said word by word, with an extremely serious tone.
Seeing her solemn expression, Yin Yiyan was instantly stunned. "Miaomiao, are you... sure?"
Yin Yiyan couldn't understand. Didn't Miaomiao avoid dealing with Lu Yan before? Why was she scrambling to take his order this time?
Sure enough, a woman's heart is like the bottom of the sea.
"I have something to ask him."
On the way back to the studio after leaving the Zheng family, Ning Anmiao had been pondering over what Zheng Xing said.
Three months ago, she had actually punched Zheng Xing at Mrs. Lu's birthday banquet.
She had no memory of this at all.
This was not a good thing.
She used to think that the memories of the past three months were unimportant, since they were already in the past.
But after interacting with Zheng Xing today, she suddenly realized that if she didn't know what had happened before, things like this might happen more often in the future.
The only way to solve this was to ask Lu Yan for clarification.
...
At the entrance of the Star River Building, Assistant Song seemed to have known in advance that Ning Anmiao would come and was waiting for her with a smile.
"Miss Ning, Mr. Lu is in a meeting now. Could you please wait for him in the lounge for a while?"
Ning Anmiao nodded. She knew that Lu Yan was usually very busy and meetings were a common occurrence.
However, her eyes looked a bit uneasy.
She was not unfamiliar with Assistant Song, as she had dealt with him the most before.
Now, his address for her had changed from "Mrs. Lu" to "Miss Ning", which really made her feel a sense of vicissitudes.
Assistant Song, on the other hand, didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. He respectfully led her into the lounge, asked her to sit on the sofa, and brought her freshly brewed tea.
"Please wait a moment."
After saying that, he left the lounge and sent a message to Lu Yan as soon as he was out of the room.
Ning Anmiao didn't have to wait long. Before the cup of tea had cooled down, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.
She turned around and saw the man she had met a few days ago.
Lu Yan was dressed in a suit and shirt, with the cuffs slightly rolled up. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, and it seemed that the meeting had been very intense. There was a hint of fatigue on his face.
He raised his hand to loosen his tie, looking a bit solemn. When he saw the person on the sofa, he was slightly stunned.
He had thought that the person coming would be Yin Yiyan.
"Hello," Ning Anmiao stood up first and greeted him politely. "I'm here to..."
"Sit down," Lu Yan walked over, habitually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Just as he was about to light one, he remembered that Miaomiao didn't like the smell of cigarettes and put it down.
The heavy workload had made him a bit irritable. He casually pulled off his tie, heaved a deep sigh, and lowered his head to rub his eyebrows.
Ning Anmiao was taken aback. Noticing his little gesture, she pursed her lips. "Please tell me your requirements for the evening dress. I'll leave right away."
Hearing this, Lu Yan raised his eyebrows. Seeing Ning Anmiao looking even more flustered than him, he couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Miss Ning, for an occasion like the royal dinner, I think you know better than me the requirements for an evening dress."
His matter - of - fact attitude caught Ning Anmiao off guard. Her previous uneasiness and nervousness now seemed a bit self - indulgent.
She cleared her throat. "Since Mr. Lu doesn't have any special requirements, I'll design it according to my own understanding. I hope you'll be satisfied then."
After saying that, Ning Anmiao got up and was about to leave. Seeing that Lu Yan didn't seem to want to talk about personal matters, she also didn't want to ask anymore.
The atmosphere here was a bit oppressive, especially Lu Yan's deep and profound eyes, which made her feel indescribable.
It was like being seen through.
"Wait a minute," Lu Yan suddenly spoke up. Leaning back on the sofa in a rather casual posture, his eyes fell on her face. "Is that it?"
"Is this how your studio treats its customers? So carelessly?"
Ning Anmiao: ...
She knew that Lu Yan was not an easy person to deal with.
"Then what other instructions does Mr. Lu have?" Ning Anmiao asked with a stiff neck, slowly. "The customer's needs are our goal, and we'll strive to meet them."
As soon as her voice fell, Lu Yan stood up, walked around the coffee table in front of them, and stood in front of her.
He was tall, and the sense of oppression immediately came over. Ning Anmiao took a step back and looked at him nervously.
After what had happened the other night, Ning Anmiao was extremely vigilant.
Lu Yan curled his lips, with a faint smile. "Since it's a custom - made evening dress, don't you need to take the customer's measurements?"
Ning Anmiao's face instantly flushed red.
Lu Yan's words were too suggestive.
She lowered her head, and even her earlobes were completely red, gradually spreading to her face. "No... No need..."
Lu Yan slightly raised his chin, looking at her with a smile in his eyes. He slowly said, "Miss Ning, I'm talking about height, weight, waist circumference, shoulder width and other measurements."
Ning Anmiao: ...
She wanted to find a hole in the ground to hide in now.
Previously, customers would always clarify their height, waist circumference and other information online, so she never asked about these details.
"You can ask Assistant Song to send them to me later," she stammered, full of nervousness. "It's not a problem."
He touched his chin. He really liked seeing Miaomiao's shy look.
That just - right shyness was really unforgettable. He couldn't help but think of that night...
His throat tightened. He coughed lightly twice. The seriousness on his body faded, and there was a bit more leisure. "I heard that a professional designer always carries a measuring tape with them."
"Isn't Miss Ning one?"
His voice was steady, with no fluctuation in his tone. "Or is Miss Ning's time so precious that she doesn't even have time to take a customer's measurements?"
Feeling his inquiring gaze, Ning Anmiao's heart trembled. In a moment of stubbornness, she reached into her bag to feel for the measuring tape.
She did have the habit of carrying a measuring tape with her.
"I brought it," she raised her head, looking unyielding. "Of course I'm a professional designer. I have this basic professional quality."
Lu Yan: "Then take the measurements."
After saying that, he stretched his arms out to both sides of his body, looking calm.
It seemed that he was already ready for her to take his waist circumference, shoulder width, hip width and other measurements.
Only then did Ning Anmiao realize that she had been goaded.
She remembered what Yin Yiyan had said before, that some customers were perverted and would ask the designer to take their measurements in person.
Well, she had just met one.
Ning Anmiao felt very complicated, but she had no choice but to go through with it.
She gritted her teeth and walked towards Lu Yan with the measuring tape.
"Let's measure the shoulder width first," she tried to keep her voice calm. Standing behind Lu Yan, she measured the length with the measuring tape and secretly memorized it in her heart.
Lu Yan stood there like a human clothes - rack, obediently letting her do as she pleased.