Lin Xinghuo walked to the chair in front of the desk and sat down. Then, she took off the silk scarf around her neck and tied her long hair up. “When are we going to get to see the dress?”
Upon hearing that from Lin Xinghuo, Yan shot Han Muzi a puzzled look.
Han Muzi withdrew her gaze calmly and said to Yan softly, “Go do your work first. Leave this to me; I will contact you after we’re done.”
“Okay then. I’ll take my leave now.”
After Yan left, Lin Xinghuo looked at Han Muzi and smiled. “When are you taking me to see the new dress?”
Han Muzi crossed her arms in front of her chest. “If I tell you that I want to work on that dress, are you willing to accept it?”
“Work on it?” Lin Xinghuo didn’t understand what Han Muzi meant, but her facial features scrunched up into a frown. “I can see that the dress in the photo is already damaged beyond repair. Are you still able to work on it? No way, goddess! I love you so much, yet you are planning to let me wear that torn dress?”
Toward the end of her exclamations, Lin Xinghuo looked like she was about to cry. She continued, “But if you are willing to fix the dress personally, I’m willing to wear it even if it’s a rag.” She looked like a kitten with a pitiful expression on her face.
Her manager rolled his eyes and pretended that he didn’t know anything.
“I’m just kidding! I have already inspected that dress—it’s more than 60% damaged. If I wanted to repair it, it would be more work than drawing up a new design. You are lucky—follow me.”
When Lin Xinghuo heard that, she immediately followed Han Muzi like a rabbit bouncing after her. Her manager was silent for a while and quickly followed suit.
Lin Xinghuo’s temperament was quite volatile—Chen Fei knew about this already, but he had never seen her admire a person so much. At first, he thought, Isn’t she just a designer? However, after looking into Han Muzi’s details and her past, he found out that the awards she had previously received were incredibly prestigious. Apart from that, he realized that if she wanted to, she could set off a trend in their industry. However, it seemed that she was very low-key. Even though she started the company with the name ‘Shelly’, she didn’t specifically promote her achievements.
“Are we going there by car?” Lin Xinghuo asked after entering the elevator.
Han Muzi nodded. “Yes, we are going to my house.”
“Y-Your house?” Lin Xinghuo was stunned for a while before asking, “Where do you stay?”
Chen Fei sighed and answered, “Shelly’s mandarin name is Han Muzi. The surname, Han, is rare in North City. Is it the same Han that we are thinking about?” When he finished his question, his lips twitched into an awkward smile.
“What are you guys thinking?” Han Muzi gave Chen Fei a puzzled look with a blank expression in her eyes. Is the surname Han rare in North City? I didn’t know about this.
“Ahem…” Chen Fei cleared his throat. “I wonder if you are acquainted with Han Qing?”
Han Muzi nodded. “Of course.”
Chen Fei’s eyes widened immediately. When he was just about to ask another question, he was taken aback by Han Muzi’s next sentence. “He is my brother.”
Chen Fei was astounded when he heard that.
Han Muzi smiled slightly and then whispered, “But my brother is at his company now. You won’t meet him when you arrive, so don’t worry.”
Lin Xinghuo nodded as if she didn’t know the magnitude of this revelation. “Okay.” However, turbulent emotions were raging within her. It seemed that not only was her idol excellent, her family was too. She couldn’t believe that Han Muzi was actually from the Han Family in North City!
Apart from the Ye Family, which had supported half the economy in North City, the Han Family was indispensable as well. The President of the Han Group—Han Qing—had appeared on the cover of financial magazines several times, and even did personal interviews.
Lin Xinghuo had also read some articles about Han Qing back then. From there, she got the impression that he was a man of few words, and that he was very reliable. However, there was someone even more apathetic than him—Ye Moxuan of the Ye Family. She heard that he was not even willing to accept interviews.
For a while, Lin Xinghuo thought that all corporate presidents were as cold as them. After some time, she found out that she was too naive—the remaining presidents whom she saw later were either quite plump or had beer-bellies. They were quite talkative and not aloof at all. Apart from that, they even eyed her lecherously. Except for a few upright ones, the rest weren’t made of any decent stock.
When they reached the Han residence, Han Muzi took Lin Xinghuo upstairs.
This was the first time she had brought an outsider into the Han residence. Of course, to Han Muzi, Yan was not considered an outsider; she was considered family.
“Your house is so big.” Lin Xinghuo was a popular celebrity who was pretty wealthy herself, but after arriving at the Han residence, she realized that her wealth was nothing compared to theirs. The life of the rich was really out of her imagination!
The design of the Han residence did not look like it was built from luxurious and branded items, but it exuded a noble and exquisite aura from the core. Every item was of the highest quality and oozed with elegance.
If someone had lived in such an environment since they were a child and received the most prestigious education with targeted training, their temperament would radiate from the inside out. The Han residence gave her such a feeling, and at this moment, Lin Xinghuo felt that the decorations in her own house were designed by a rich person without any taste.
That’s right! That’s how I feel now!
Pushing open the door, Han Muzi turned and looked at Lin Xinghuo. “Come in with me.”
As soon as Chen Fei heard this, he cleared his throat slightly. “I shan’t go in then, as it’s your bedroom. I’ll just wait here. Xinghuo, when it’s over, just tell me. I will just take a stroll downstairs.”
Han Muzi looked at Chen Fei and then beckoned to the servant next to him. “Take Mr. Zhang downstairs to rest for a while and serve him properly.”
“Yes, Young Lady.”
Soon, the servant took Chen Fei and left.
Lin Xinghuo followed Han Muzi into the room. This was not Han Muzi’s room; instead, it was a showroom specially built by Han Qing for Han Muzi. Who would have thought that there was another world inside the closed door?
After entering, Lin Xinghuo was stunned by the sight in front of her. She stared at the dazzling array of design works in front of her. As Han Muzi was her idol, she could recognize her works at first glance. Every one of her works was displayed here.
Entering this place again, Han Muzi was moved. She only knew about the existence of this showroom because Su Jiu had let it slip to her. After she became a designer, Han Qing, as her elder brother, would buy every work she designed and stored them at home.
Most of Han Muzi’s productions were only made into one or two pieces. Except for some tailored individual orders, all of her works were here. Most of them were shown to the public, but they were never seen again after being bought at a high price.
