Chapter 7

Zhang Lexuan had already begun to waver faintly, and the smile on his face was merely a forced one.

Zhang Leyao offered only a few indifferent responses, with no intention of chatting much with Song Yurou.

Song Shiwei continued her predictions in her head-

[Next up is probably the full package of flattery and playing the victim.]

"Mrs. Li, you're truly amazing. Do you know how sought-after the dresses you design are? I finally managed to get hold of a ready-to-wear piece from your company, but then a senior in the industry snatched it away." Song Yurou blinked her eyes and spoke pitifully.

Zhang Lexuan's defenses shattered on the spot. The smile vanished from his face, and he nearly lost his composure.

Zhang Leyao merely said indifferently, "Your company must have considered various factors when making those arrangements."

[Next, she'll probably hint to Zhang Lexuan that a senior is deliberately tripping her up.]

"That's not it. Lexuan knows how difficult things actually are for me in the entertainment industry. That senior probably..." She wiped away her tears and spoke softly.

Zhang Lexuan could no longer hold back. "Do you just want a dress my sister designed?" he demanded loudly.

[Actually, Song Yurou made the wrong move here. Hints don't work on Zhang Lexuan! She might as well just ask outright. That idiot would probably be so worried he couldn't help her that he'd eagerly deliver it himself.]

Zhang Lexuan: ???

Wait, was he really that pathetic?

He would eagerly offer himself up to be scorned and ruin his own sister's company?

"Lexuan, you've misunderstood me," Song Yurou said quietly.

Song Shiwei nearly laughed aloud at that. [Let me think about what Song Yurou could say now to explain this perfectly.]

[I just really like your sister's designs.]

On the verge of tears, Song Yurou said in a soft, gentle voice, "I just really like your sister's designs. If I could wear one on the red carpet, it should bring your company a lot of publicity."

Zhang Lexuan: ???

Had she really misjudged Song Yurou before?

Did his sister's designs even need publicity? His sister was one of the few haute couture designers in the country. Every year, demand for her designs exceeded supply.

Song Yurou actually said she would bring publicity to his sister's company? The thought made Zhang Lexuan laugh in anger.

Song Shiwei was utterly delighted by those words too-

[Actually, Zhang Leyao's company really could work on publicity. After all, nobody even knows that she donates millions' worth of clean clothes and hygiene supplies to mountainous regions every year.]

*[The very, very, very, very

funniest

part is that after Zhang Leyao's company had its reputation ruined, gradually declined, and was bought out by the male lead, the female lead actually reached out and took credit for this as proof to flaunt her charitable persona. The female lead even gained a huge wave of fans because of it. Nobody knew that Zhang Leyao was the one who had tirelessly kept up this charitable work from the start.]*

[Sis Leyao! You're being foolish! When you do good deeds, you should publicize the hell out of them. Wouldn't that instantly make the company more relatable? Wouldn't those second- and third-tier clothing brands under the company instantly rise up?]

[Please let our domestic brands go out into the world and be seen too, okay!! That way, you could also earn more money to support charitable activities!]

[Sis Leyao, keeping everything under wraps like this-you deserve to have your company defeated by vicious corporate warfare!]

Song Shiwei ranted furiously in her head, while the siblings Zhang Leyao and Zhang Lexuan felt a chill down their backs after hearing her commentary.

So even doing good deeds without publicizing them was wrong?

Despite what Song Yurou had said, Zhang Lexuan still viewed this gentle, kind upperclassman through a tiny bit of a rose-colored filter. He gave a light huff. "No need. I don't think the clothes from my sister's company need publicity."

Zhang Lexuan rejected Song Yurou in no uncertain terms, while Song Shiwei silently commented from behind him-

[Huh? When did this dumb dog get smart? Only you would turn someone down that bluntly.]

Mrs. Jiang and Zhang Leyao nearly failed to hold back their laughter. They had to admit that Song Shiwei's little mouth really did say the most delightful things.

Song Yurou had not expected the puppy-like junior who had always obeyed her every whim to suddenly change his expression. "Lexuan, are you unhappy with me?"

"I think you've misunderstood, Miss Song. Our company's clothes are available in limited quantities. Also, our clothes are rather particular about who wears them. They might not suit you very well," Zhang Leyao said indifferently.

Song Shiwei let out a snort of laughter, then immediately fell silent, commenting inwardly as though nothing had happened-

[You went straight for the heart, Sis Leyao. Song Yurou's face is practically turning green with anger.]

"The next outfit I design will take Miss Song Shiwei as its muse." Zhang Leyao rose calmly and addressed everyone present.

Song Shiwei jolted-

[Me? A muse? I'm a broke loser at best.]

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

◎An instant dad◎

"Wait, Mrs. Li, my sister is from the countryside, and she's never even been in the entertainment industry." Song Yurou still looked delicate and pitiful. "Wouldn't letting my sister wear your clothes affect your company's image?"

Song Shiwei nodded approvingly in her head-

[You're right, Song Yurou. I really am a loser. How would I dare wear something so high-end?]

"Whether it affects the image or not, it's still my company. No need to trouble yourself over it, Miss Song." Zhang Leyao smiled faintly. "Also, I'm not Mrs. Li. I have a name. It's Zhang Leyao."

After Zhang Leyao finished speaking, Song Yurou was close to tears. She turned to Song Shiwei and said, "Sis, do you really have to snatch everything away from me?"

Song Shiwei stared at Song Yurou standing before her, stunned for a long while. "Huh? What are you talking about? Sis Leyao is the one who thinks you won't do. Why are you yelling at me?"

Song Shiwei's words nearly made Mrs. Jiang die laughing. The way Song Shiwei timed her pauses really could infuriate someone to death.

Back then, she had disliked Song Shiwei and thought Song Yurou had a better sense of propriety. Now, it seemed Song Shiwei was the true rare treasure.