In the art design industry, seniority was never determined by age. Although older designers had more experience, younger designers often had more inspiration.
Zou Man had become famous because she had won the Gold Award in the International Design Competition. She was a genius designer who had suddenly risen in recent years.
Xia Wanyuan was also quiet, but she shocked the world. She began to show her talent at Xiu Yi’s opening ceremony.
Everyone could not help but be curious.
“Can Xia Wanyuan become the next genius designer?”
[Don’t. Zou Man was just not famous in the past. She studied all the way up at a top art school abroad. The mentors who brought her were all big shots in the industry. Didn’t Xia Wanyuan had a mid-life career change?]
[Don’t compare. Our Yuan Yuan is just interested. She doesn’t need the title of a genius designer herself.]
[Hehe, you make it sound like she can get it.]
In a design studio in Beijing, the assistant was looking worriedly at the fashionable woman by the window. “Manman, what do you think of Xia Wanyuan’s design?”
The woman in front of the window was dressed in a simple black and white suit. She was elegant and simple, and her long hair was neatly tied behind her head, revealing her exquisite collarbone.
The woman smiled faintly. “There’s spiritual energy, but she chose the wrong direction.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“China’s traditional element has always been old-fashioned. Countless people have tried to push this element out but haven’t been able to open the market. With her design style, it’s very easy to please the Chinese. It’s impossible to walk out.”
“Then do you think she will become a threat to you?” The assistant was most worried about this.
One genius designer was enough. If there were two, Zou Man’s halo would undoubtedly dim. The altar that their studio had maintained for so long would shatter.
“Do you think that’s possible?” Zou Man finally turned around and smiled. “She’s just lucky. She relied on Jun Shiling’s power to do the marketing well. Do you really think there are many people who buy her clothes?”
Seeing how confident Zou Man was, the assistant was finally relieved. “You’re right. You graduated from a top design school. How can she compare to you? But to be honest, her life is really good. She can marry Jun Shiling.”
Zou Man smiled disdainfully. So what if she was Madam Jun? In terms of design, I had still ruthlessly stepped on the so-called Madam Jun.
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“Bo Xiao, let’s go to the manor for dinner on the Lantern Festival? Yuan Yuan said that she hasn’t seen us in a long time.” Ever since Bo Xiao returned, An Rao had been much more relieved. She ate and slept every day. Now, she was sitting on the sofa with her phone and chatting with Xia Wanyuan.
Hearing An Rao’s words, Bo Xiao paused typing on the keyboard. “We’ll see.”
“Alright, I want to eat tomato brisket for lunch.” An Rao took a bite of the sour plum and continued to chat with Xia Wanyuan on WeChat.
Bo Xiao replied calmly and walked to the bathroom.
He turned on the tap, and the sound of water instantly filled the entire bathroom.
The communication device in his hand beeped a few times before it connected.
“General Bo, are you happy to be home? I heard that your wife is pregnant. Congratulations.” Yu Qian’s voice could be heard through the communicator.
“What do you want?” Bo Xiao placed his hand on the sink and slowly tightened his grip.
“Ha.” Yu Qian smiled, but it was filled with coldness. “I want you to see Jun Shiling, and you can’t let him notice, understand?”
Bo Xiao was silent for a while before finally compromising. “I understand.”
The communicator was cut off and the sound of the tap disappeared. Bo Xiao opened the door.
On the sofa, An Rao was wearing a rabbit headband and chewing on sour plums. She was like a little hamster, cute and soft. The sunlight shone on her with a warm plum fragrance.
An Rao suddenly looked up and saw Bo Xiao’s pale face. Worry appeared in her eyes. “Are you feeling unwell?”
“No.” Bo Xiao smiled and walked forward. He hugged An Rao and sniffed the sunlight on her. “Let’s eat with Xia Wanyuan and the rest on the Lantern Festival. Don’t you miss her?”
“Okay! Bo Xiao, you’re the best!” An Rao sat up and kissed Bo Xiao on the cheek.
