January 27, 2024, Saturday, clear, -5–7°C.
Yancheng, Beicheng Garden Residential Area.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
The winter sunlight pierced the morning mist and slipped in through the gap in the curtains, spreading a long, narrow band of light across the floor.
Cheng Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the wall clock.
7:30.
She had actually slept until this hour.
It had already been quite a few days since she returned from Paris, and every night she had slept so peacefully.
She no longer needed to fall asleep with a night-light on, and no longer feared nightmares suddenly surging out of the darkness.
She even, occasionally, looked forward to the moment she closed her eyes, to that person's figure appearing in her dreams.
Qiuqiu hugged the blanket, bit her lip, and comfortably rolled over.
Her whole body carried a light, relaxed ease, as if she were soaking in a warm pool, too lazily content to move.
After all, today was the weekend.
She stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, her thoughts gradually drifting away.
In the past half month, as the matter of Bei Weiwei's endorsement was finalized, all of [Songmei Clothing]'s businesses had been charging ahead at a breakneck pace.
The team had also grown larger and larger, with many new faces appearing in the company.
The Visual Design Department under her management had expanded from a bare-bones department with only herself at the start to five full-time employees now.
Especially Su Zhan, who had joined not long ago.
Her résumé was astonishing. She had once worked at Pentagram in New York, one of the world's top design agencies. Anyone who could get in there was a true master.
Qiuqiu could clearly feel that this new colleague's professional caliber was extremely