"That's right, her design today was definitely ghostwritten. I must find evidence."
Backstage, Vivi smiled without reservation: "Xiao Wen, just now many celebrities and celebrities came to me to order the haute couture dresses I just wore. Today's show was such a success."
Wen Qiao put his arm around her shoulders and said, "It's also your credit. Don't worry about letting me try, that's why I designed it so boldly."
"Of course you can rest assured. You are the boss now. Mr. Fu bought it and gave it to you. You can design it however you want. To be honest, I didn't have much hope at first. I even made a backup plan and designed some myself. But then I got your draft and found that you are really talented in this area, so I changed the main ones to yours."
Wen Qiao didn't care: "Thank you, Chief Designer, for your appreciation."
"We are the most outstanding in the entire show this year. Just wait and see. Our dresses will definitely appear most frequently in various dinner parties and awards at the end of the year."
Wen Qiao left the show, and Fu Nanli was waiting for her by the car. The midsummer night breeze ruffled her hair, and Fu Nanli looked at her in a trance.
Wen Qiao stepped forward and took his arm: "Muse, let's go."
Fu Nanli embraced her graceful figure and got into the car together.
The gilded light flowed in the carriage, and Fu Nanli's satisfied smile seemed semi-permanent. The sense of satisfaction in her heart that she could mention it when she was the center of attention was difficult to describe in words.
Wen Qiao rested her head on his arm and looked at the man's handsome face: "Designing clothes is quite interesting."
"Then I have done the right thing. I will buy those two brands and give them to you."
Wen Qiao: "I was worried that I would ruin your kindness and make your two cousins look down on me even more. Fortunately, you gave me inspiration and this year's show was a success."
Next season, she wants to design men's clothing. She wants to take his measurements and make him a handmade suit.
Fu Nanli touched her face and said, "Every outfit looks great and suits you very well."
"Oh, by the way, I sent a visiting card to the Xiao family again, and they have agreed to let us visit."
Wen Qiao's eyes lit up: "Finally agreed."
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It was morning when Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli went to the Xiao family. The Xiao family lived in Yushan in the west. They had a villa halfway up the mountain, which was also a mansion for the wealthy. As expected, in Haicheng, throwing a brick could hit a billionaire.
They sat in the side hall waiting for Xiao Liangyan. The grass and trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were particularly lush, blocking out the sky and not even the sunlight could get in. Wen Qiao looked around.
Because Fu Nanli was there, the Xiao family's housekeeper was very polite to them.
Because there are many children in their family, Xiao Liangyan's apparent children are three sons and four daughters. The eldest son is 28 years old this year, and the youngest daughter is only eight years old.
Each child was assigned a servant, plus those who worked in the kitchen, cleaned the house, and managed the yard. The Xiao family had dozens of servants, making them truly a wealthy family.
After waiting for half an hour, Xiao Liangyan finally came down from upstairs. Fu Nanli's face was a little gloomy. There were only a few people he was waiting for.
Xiao Liangyan is in his early fifties. He is well-maintained and looks relatively young. His complexion is not very good, but his skin is very white. He wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks like an intellectual. You can tell at first glance that he is not someone to be trifled with.
Xiao Liangyan came over and shook hands with a smile: "Mr. Fu, I've been waiting for a long time."
The smile was superficial and not genuine, and he was completely transparent to Wen Qiaowei, as if he didn't see her at all.
(End of this chapter)