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He is an internationally renowned designer, and he never needs to consider extra about what he eats, wears, or uses. He can have whatever he wants. Therefore, he has always despised people who use fake goods, believing that they have tarnished the authenticity of the original creativity and do not deserve to exist.
Once, he was extremely furious to find out that one of his employees in the studio was using a vintage high-end replica, and he scolded the person to death without any regard for the fact that the person was an old employee of the studio. What consequences will there be for being treated like that in public?
But now...
He sneakily glanced at Lin Muyan. It turns out that ordinary people also use counterfeit goods out of necessity. They are also forced by life. If it weren't for their low wages, who would be willing to live like this?
He sighed in silence. Perhaps next time, he should be more tolerant of his employees.
When the phone rang, Xiao Chen was still immersed in his own thoughts. Reluctantly leaving Lin Muyan, he had just answered the call when he heard Wen Zimo's wailing on the other end.
"Xiao Chen, you bastard, where did you run off to! Explain to me clearly, who is this person in my bed! My reputation is ruined! How can I still get married! You get back here..." The call from Xiao Chen was mercilessly disconnected. Lin Muyan silently glanced at him, "Didn't you say it was a guest room with no one sleeping in it?" Now she was also worried, as the loud wailing on the other end of the phone didn't seem good.
"No one is sleeping," Xiao Chen emphasized, then hid the phone behind him. "Wen Zimo always likes to exaggerate, nothing will happen."
His firm words negated Wen Zimo's wailing.
"I don't think so."
Looking at Lin Muyan in a hurry to leave, Xiao Chen's eyes darkened, and he forcefully dragged her back, "Change your clothes before you go." His dark eyes fixed on her half-naked shoulder, feeling a tightness in his lower abdomen. A few minutes later, Lin Muyan went first, Xiao Chen followed, and they ran upstairs.
Wen Zimo almost cried when he saw Xiao Chen with no expression on his face. He tightly wrapped himself in a blanket, with a not-so-good-looking pendant hanging on it. Liu Er Bao was sleeping soundly, feeling like the pillow in his arms was slipping away. He made an effort to grab it back, making Wen Zimo too scared to move, watching the two people who ran in. "Um... my Er Bao doesn't hold his liquor well, so last night he didn't... do anything to you."
Lin Muyan tiptoed and glanced at the quilt subconsciously, but was pulled behind by Xiao Chen with an expressionless face.
"I think it's fine. Wen Zimo is such a big person, he can handle a little girl," Xiao Chen pushed Lin Muyan out of the room, ignoring Wen Zimo's angry gaze, and considerately closed the door.
Lin Muyan felt a drop of cold sweat slowly sliding down her forehead, feeling even more sorry for Wen Zimo.
"Wen Zimo is very vengeful. If I continue to live here, I might be bullied." Xiao Chen glanced at the indoor space that was no different from last night, and then pitifully said to Lin Muyan, "Please take me in. We are now boyfriend and girlfriend. We can live together, and I can cook whatever you want for you."
Xiao Chen does cook really delicious food, and Lin Muyan is somewhat moved.
Just as she was about to speak, a woman's piercing scream suddenly came from the room with the closed door, followed by a rather crisp slap. Liu Er Bao, wrapped in a quilt, ran out in indignation.
In the room with the broken door, Wen Zimo stood dumbfounded, with clear five-finger marks on his face. Did he just get slapped by a woman and then kicked off the bed? Liu Er Bao seemed still in shock, and upon seeing Lin Muyan, he finally regained his composure and hugged her in a panic, sobbing.
"Wuwuwu Sister Yan, I, I let someone sleep!"
Xiao Chen, who was squeezed out, silently approached a few steps, trying to reclaim his position, but was glanced at by Lin Muyan and silently shrank back.
"Maybe he hasn't had a chance to sleep yet." After looking at the clean and tidy pajamas on Wen Zimo, Lin Muyan patted Liu Er Bao's shoulder.
"I have to take Er Bao back. You should talk to your roommate. Essentially, nothing really happened."
Lin Muyan pulled the still shocked Liu Er Bao towards the door.
Xiao Chen glared at the still stunned Wen Zimo, "I was just talking about the long-term meal ticket..."
He didn't finish speaking before the sound of Lin Muyan walking away interrupted him, "We'll talk about it later." The door closed, and Xiao Chen's dissatisfaction was written all over his face as he slowly walked to Wen Zimo's room, wearing a blaming expression. Wen Zimo was at a loss for words; he was the real victim here!
Lin Muyan carried Liu Er Bao, who was wrapped in a blanket, all the way back to her own home, pulled out a set of clothes and handed them to her, gesturing for her to go change first. When Liu Er Bao came out of the bathroom in a daze, Lin Muyan looked her up and down before nodding confidently. "Snap out of it, Er Bao. You and Xiao Chen should have just innocently slept together as roommates."
Liu Er Bao blinked his still-red eyes and heard Lin Muyan sigh, "There's not even a mark on your body. Besides, if someone really slept with you, wouldn't you feel anything at all?" She had been tossed around all night and her back and legs still ached.
"Is that so," Liu Er Bao murmured, then stared at Lin Muyan, "Wait a minute, Sister Yan, how do you know so much about this?"
She quickly looked Lin Muyan up and down, "You, you didn't last night..."
She saw Lin Muyan nodding generously, mouth wide open.
Just a few days ago, she was saying that all men are scum. This change of heart is too fast!
The target is still upstairs.
"Sister Yan, you're acting strange."
"What's strange?" Lin Muyan laughed, "I have a boyfriend now, it's normal to want to sleep with my boyfriend."
Under the suppression of Xiao Chen, Wen Zimo could only find a corner and crouch down to draw circles, daring to be angry but not daring to speak. Originally, Xiao Chen planned to go downstairs to talk to Lin Muyan about the long-term meal ticket, but upon going downstairs, Liu Er Bao informed him that the other party had already gone to work at the company, so he could only return home in frustration.
"Hey, she goes to work by herself, so it's not my fault, right?" Wen Zimo muttered indignantly as Xiao Chen returned and gave herself a dirty look in the mirror.
"It's true it's not your fault," Xiao Chen said unhappily, "but it's really annoying when no one blames me."
In short, Wen Zimo is a troublemaker.
Not wanting to go to the studio, Xiao Chen changed the scheduled meeting to an online one.
Looking at the neatly arranged studio staff on the large screen, Xiao Chen nodded, opened the meeting materials at hand, and listened to the assistant from the studio reporting on the work content of the new season.
Wen Zimo sat slouched on the sofa, listlessly watching TV. Xiao Chen was always focused on work, so he naturally turned the TV volume down to a minimum and let the two Bedlington terriers that Lin Muyan was afraid of scaring out of their confinement.
"Your dad is becoming more and more henpecked. He's not even married yet. Look at how Lin Muyan has trained him," he whispered to the two dogs, who lightly bumped into him.
"Hey, you two, why are you taking sides already? I've been buying dog food for you for so long, and you can't see that Lin Muyan is afraid of you? If they really get together in the future, you two will have to come with me."
He was still muttering when suddenly Xiao Chen in the inner room said, "Let's end today's meeting here. By the way, the employee benefits for this quarter haven't been distributed yet, right? Ning Yao, go to the finance department and withdraw the money. Give everyone in the studio an iPhone 17. Everyone has worked hard."
Usually, the benefits are just a few hundred dollars' worth of stuff, but now they want to give each person a phone worth over ten thousand?
Wen Zimo Huo stood up and saw Xiao Chen coming out from the inner room, rubbing his hands and smiling ingratiatingly, "Chen ge, is your studio still hiring? How do you think I look? A phone worth ten thousand, I want one too."
Xiao Chen glanced at him, "You're not short of money."
"But it's free, why not take it." Wen Zimo ingratiatingly approached again, "I didn't expect you to have such benefits after dating Lin Muyan. Bro, can you do me a favor and take me in?"
He grinned and pushed Xiao Chen away. "I don't want my studio to go bankrupt so soon," he said, then sat at the computer desk, lips hooked, adding a few strokes to the draft with a stylus pen. Wen Zimo stood in place, listening to him hum softly, gradually relaxing with a playful and smiling expression, lips curling up.
Since confirming their relationship, Lin Muyan felt like the workday was dragging for the first time. She looked at the clock on the wall for the seventeenth time and suddenly couldn't sit still, getting up abruptly.
Shen Yang was in the middle of reporting when he saw her stand up. He thought she had new orders and stepped forward, tilting his head.
Lin Muyan waved her hand, "There's almost nothing left to discuss in the remaining two meetings. There's no need to split them into two discussions. Is the meeting room empty now? Get the meeting attendees over there, and prepare to start the meeting in ten minutes."
She walked very quickly, and Shen Yang paused for a moment before catching up. By the time Lin Muyan finished all the tasks for the day, it was just past 4:30. She hesitated for a moment, then sent a WeChat message to Xiao Chen.
Half an hour later, she stood at the three-way intersection three streets away from Peak Entertainment, holding the Kelly bag that she had only let Xiao Chen see yesterday. A dark blue SUV slowly pulled up in front of her, the car window rolled down, revealing Xiao Chen's overly delicate face. The intersection was not a good place to park, so she didn't ask Xiao Chen to get out and drive for her, and just got in by herself.
The co-pilot seat was made very comfortable, with a soft cushion placed intentionally at Lin Muyan's lower back. Understanding the other person's intention, Lin Muyan felt her face flush with embarrassment.
"Weren't you driving a Land Rover before?" Lin Muyan asked in confusion while waiting at the traffic light, recalling that she had specifically taken a closer look at the car's badge last time.
"That's not mine."
Xiao Chen said without any hesitation, "I borrowed Wen Zimo's car, but he said a few days ago that the Land Rover was too domineering on the road, so he sold it. The SUV I'm driving now was bought with a loan, it cost around a hundred thousand, a bit expensive, but it's convenient."
There has never been a car worth less than a million in Xiao Chen's garage. He had Wen Zimo specially pick this one up from the 4S store today, saying it's a mid-to-high-end car that most working-class people can afford now.
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