<h4>Chapter 112: Chapter 112: What Are You Looking At?</h4>
Jiang Mian nced at the resume Luo Ting handed her, "21 years old? Quite young, isn’t she? And with a finance background, being an assistant might be beneath her talents."
"Don’t worry, her parents pushed her into studying finance. Just look at what she’s good at."
Jiang Mian’s gaze fell on the application skills listed below.
[Photoshop, video editing, photography, text drafting...]
Even many of her awards were in video editing and media-rted fields.
She truly was a rebel at heart.
"I see she doesn’t live nearby. Does she have a ce to stay? If not, I’ll arrange something."
"She’s got a ce. The girl said she enjoys living alone because it gives her freedom, and with her chatty and clever personality..."
Jiang Mian’s eyes slightly curled, appearing half-asleep.
She checked her phone.
Hmm??
Her eyesnded on a red dot in front of the contact name "Slutty Dog".
Slutty Dog: [Where are you?]
Jiang Mian: [At home]
Slutty Dog: [Okay, good]
???
Just five words in total. What was Fu Sichen up to?
"Ding Dong."
The doorbell rang.
Jiang Mian got up to open the door and was greeted by a line of neatly dressed people, looking like some kind of team.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Sorry, are you Mrs. Fu? We were sent by President Fu specifically to do your makeup."
Luo Ting came over upon hearing the noise.
!!!
The speaking woman was all too familiar.
The most popr makeup artist in the entertainment circle right now, Nini.
"Mrs. Fu, how may I..."
Jiang Mian didn’t immediately guess what Fu Sichen was up to: "Come in."
The styling team entered one by one.
Before Jiang Mian could react, someone was already applying toner on her.
Her natural beauty was excellent, so the makeup artists didn’t change much, retaining her original aggressive allure while adding a touch of softness, disying her beauty in full splendor.
Jiang Mian changed into a whitece cheongsam, outlining her exquisite figure. Though simple, the cheongsam entuated her stunning bone structure, her deep, dark eyes sparkling, exuding a hard-to-describe charm.
"My goodness, I must get you that magazine shoot."
Luo Ting always knew Jiang Mian looked good in anything—a natural clotheshorse.
Surprisingly, after trying on the cheongsamst time, she found every piece carried an extra hint of a story on her.
Nini looked at Jiang Mian with satisfaction: "Mrs. Fu, truly a natural beauty. Very pretty."
"Thank you, but it’s really your skilled hands."
Ten minutester, Jiang Mian got into the car arranged by Fu Sichen.
Luo Ting struck up a conversation with the makeup artist Nini, standing beside her...
Inside the car.
The man in the backseat appeared somewhat weary, casually flipping through the documents in his hands.
Xu Lai, sitting in the front, was slightly tense.
He only remembered yesterday that this was the Jiang Mian who used to join President Fu in variety shows.
It all felt familiar.
Could the two of them really be in that kind of rtionship...
Jiang Mian leaned backfortably on the rear seat cushion, Fu Sichen’s new car was much morefortable than the big G.
Fu Sichen put down the documents, his deep gaze resting on the indolently lounging Jiang Mian.
In her clean cheongsam, sitting down, a pair of slender, white legs intermittently visible through the slit of the cheongsam.
Even hernguid demeanor had a seductive allure.
Jiang Mian nced sideways at the man’s faint gaze and red at him: "What are you staring at?"
Fu Sichen, looking at the assertive woman in front of him, teased, "Mrs. Fu, still got bed hair at this time of day..."
His voice trailed off with a faint, bone-chilling resonance.
Xu Lai instinctively hit the brakes.
Due to inertia, Jiang Mian subconsciously leaned forward, and just as her face was about to hit the cushion in front, Fu Sichen pulled her over.
Jiang Mian ended up leaning against Fu Sichen’s chest, her eyes carrying a hint of panic as she lifted her head to look at his clear-cut face.
This position...
Why does it feel so strange?