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Chapter 163 Song Yutong

Early in the morning, Yan Zuozuo got ready and made breakfast. When Chi Moqing returned from his exercise, she was sitting at the dining table with a beaming smile, waiting for him to eat.

Chi Moqing frowned imperceptibly; this situation was not good. But he remained calm, washed his hands, and went to eat breakfast.

Yan Zuozuo waited for him to ask a question, but Chi Moqing remained silent for a long time. She couldn't help but pout, "Aren't you going to ask me why I got up so early?"

"Going to work?"

Yan Zuozuo's mouth formed an "O" shape, and her face fell in defeat. How could she have guessed that?

She nodded: "It's too boring at home, and I'm all better now." She felt like a caged bird, spending all her time hoping for his return. If he didn't come back, she felt lonely and miserable at home, like a resentful woman. It was really depressing.

She paused, then asked, "You object?"

Chi Moqing shook her head: "Go if you want, but remember to keep your weekend free. Last time we only took photos with the baby, we haven't taken our wedding photos yet."

Yan Zuozuo's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded, "Okay, thank you, husband."

Chi Moqing smiled indulgently and ate his breakfast at a leisurely pace. "Song Yutong will be reporting for duty as the director of the women's clothing design department in a couple of days. You can ask her if you have any questions."

Yan Zuozuo recalled the information she had found online and realized that Song Yutong was Lucy, the once-popular design director of A&D women's wear. Because her Chinese name was rarely mentioned, she couldn't match the names.

Speaking of Lucy's design style, it has always advocated a fresh and beautiful aesthetic, quite different from her soft and warm designs. However, each season's clothing from A&D has unique creativity and highlights in both concept and details. Design knows no boundaries, and in this respect, she definitely needs to learn from her. It's believed that if Song Yutong joins Fan Hua Design, she will definitely lead the women's wear design department to a new level.

Yan Zuozuo was already looking forward to it, but then she thought of Zheng Yuyan, "How is she now?"

Chi Moqing reached out and wiped away the food crumbs from the corner of her mouth, his eyes softening as he said, "She'll probably be going back to America in the next few days."

Yan Zuozuo was taken aback. Wasn't she unable to leave Fisher? Why did she want to go back? At least she could still see people in China.

Yan Zuozuo wasn't stupid; she quickly realized what Chi Moqing had done and asked, "What did you do?"

Chi Moqing finished the last bite of breakfast and said, "If she really loves Fisher that much, she won't leave no matter what I do."

Yan Zuozuo seemed to be thinking about it, feeling that it made sense, but also that it was a bit far-fetched. She was completely unaware that the topic had been led astray by Chi Moqing.

"Take your time eating. I'll go tidy up and take you to work later." Chi Moqing patted her head and walked towards the bathroom.

Yan Zuozuo nodded and quickly finished her breakfast.

In the car, Chi Moqing held her hand the whole time, tickling her palm every now and then. Yan Zuozuo giggled from the tickling, glared at him and said, "I'm driving, so behave yourself."

Chi Moqing looked at her gently: "I really don't want you to go to work. Maybe when I get home I'll be faced with a cold house, no one to turn on the lights and wait for me, no delicious food. It's so pitiful."

Yan Zuozuo felt both annoyed and amused: "That was all in the past. Zheng Yuyan is gone, and no one else will mistreat me. Don't worry, I will go to get off work on time."

"That would be for the best." Chi Moqing snorted, not quite believing it. "I'll have a driver pick you up and drop you off at get off work from now on. Firstly, it'll keep an eye on you, and secondly, it'll put my mind at ease, so that it won't be like last time, when you had a stomachache so bad that you fainted and no one even knew."

He felt a chill run down his spine whenever he thought about how Yan Zuozuo almost fainted alone at the company last time.

Yan Zuozuo pursed her lips. She was just an ordinary designer, and it always felt strange to be picked up and dropped off in a luxury car every day. Even though her colleagues knew who she was, she didn't want to be so ostentatious.

She paused for a moment and then said seriously, "I want to get my driver's license and drive myself to and from get off work."

Chi Moqing raised an eyebrow: "Don't you like me sending someone to pick you up?"

Yan Zuozuo shook her head, sighed inwardly, and told him her thoughts. Even if he thought she was overthinking things, she would stand firm and never let anyone talk behind her back.

After listening to her words, Chi Moqing remained silent for a while before saying, "Alright, I'll go back and have my secretary contact a driving school for you."

So quick? Yan Zuozuo was a little unaccustomed to it.

As you get out of the car, Chi Moqing says, "However, you must have a driver pick you up and drop you off until you learn to drive!"

He enrolled in driving school, but whether he passes or not is entirely up to President Chi.

Yan Zuozuo rolled her eyes. What was there to worry about? She wasn't a three-year-old who needed her parents to pick her up and drop her off every day. But when she met Chi Moqing's gentle and warm eyes, she still nodded in agreement without thinking.

This man has an irresistible charm that makes people obey him; she's completely captivated by him.

“I’ll eat lunch at the company, you don’t need to pick me up,” she said.

Chi Moqing reached out and touched her face, planting a kiss on her forehead before reluctantly letting her go. Having grown accustomed to Yan Zuozuo waiting for him at home, his sudden departure for work left him feeling empty.

He watched her enter the company building before driving away. Halfway there, his phone rang. It was his assistant, "President, there's a problem at the T City branch. We need your assistance immediately."

Chi Moqing frowned, stepped on the gas, and sped towards the company. His assistant had already booked the tickets and was waiting for him at the company entrance. Because of the urgency, Chi Moqing had sent Yan Zuozuo a text message before boarding the plane, informing her of his business trip.

Yan Zuozuo probably hadn't seen the message and didn't reply for a long time. Chi Moqing, not receiving a reply, turned off his phone and boarded the plane. By the time Yan Zuozuo saw the message, it was already noon.

Not wanting to eat in the cafeteria, she ordered a coffee and a dessert at a coffee shop near the company, and sent a text message to Chi Moqing: Be careful on the road, take care of yourself.

It seemed she would be spending another sleepless night. She slowly sipped her coffee, suddenly remembering it was time to change the seasons. Luckily, there were paper and pens on the table—the café's for customers to write reviews. She picked them up casually and sketched a few lines, her mind filled with Chi Moqing's handsome face and slender, shapely figure. Soon, a simple outline of an outfit was formed. She added dots and circles, imagining Chi Moqing's gentle elegance, and his occasional domineering yet childish side, finding the drawing increasingly natural and skillful.

Suddenly, she felt an unusual gaze fixed on her. She looked up and saw a beautiful and radiant woman with long, black hair tied up behind her head. She wore a simple and neat business suit and looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She was fair-skinned and had a great presence. If she had to describe her in one word, it would be "mature and sophisticated woman."

Yan Zuozuo looked at her strangely, feeling that she looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place her. The woman didn't avoid her gaze, and even smiled at her as she walked over.

Yan Zuozuo found it strange; did she know her?

"Yan Zuozuo?" The woman's voice was very pleasant, clear and melodious.

Yan Zuozuo was dumbfounded: "We know each other?"

The woman smiled slightly, exuding a captivating charm. She extended her hand to her, saying, "Hello, I'm Song Yutong."

Song Yutong, the future design director?

Song Yutong, the rising design master who created a sales miracle for A&D?

I've heard that Song Yutong has an ambiguous relationship with Lu Yuanyao and may very well become Lu's daughter-in-law in the future?

In an instant, all sorts of rumors about Song Yutong filled Yan Zuozuo's mind. Her eyes widened, and she quickly shook hands with her.

"Hello, I'm Yan Zuozuo." Yan Zuozuo's thoughts were strange, a mixture of admiration and curiosity. The up-and-coming design master was Lu Yaoyuan's future wife—this kind of identity was truly peculiar.

She became a globally renowned emerging designer at the age of 27 or 28, and her talent is beyond doubt. Moreover, she is a popular figure sought after by major magazines, newspapers, and even television.

"I know you're Yan Zuozuo," Song Yutong chuckled softly, and said politely, "May I sit here?"

Yan Zuozuo nodded, and then saw Song Yutong's gaze fixed intently on the design drawing beside her. "Mind if I take a look?"

Yan Zuozuo shook her head and placed the design drawings in front of her.

The waiter placed the coffee in front of Song Yutong and quietly left. Song Yutong stared at Yan Zuozuo's design for a long time, then picked up a pen and quickly made a few more modifications and sketches on it before handing the design back to Yan Zuozuo, saying, "Take a look."

Yan Zuozuo's eyes lit up as she stared at the design draft that Song Yutong had revised for her. It was just a simple modification, but the overall style instantly became clear, and both the sense of fashion and the novelty had made a qualitative leap.

"Miss Song, you are truly amazing." Yan Zuozuo looked at her excitedly. Compared to Lu Yuanyao, Song Yutong was in no way inferior.

Song Yutong smiled and said, "It's mainly because Miss Yan has ideas. The biggest feature of your design is its softness and novelty. Creativity can be learned and cultivated slowly, but to inject emotion into the work is something that many designers cannot do."

She took a sip of coffee and looked at her with a smile. "It's a pity you're already Master Fisher's assistant, otherwise I would definitely keep you by my side."

Yan Zuozuo was flattered by the praise: "Miss Song, you flatter me."

"I'm being honest. I noticed you after your first series of parent-child outfits was launched. I looked up your information and always felt that you had great potential. When the second series of parent-child outfits was launched, I felt even more that your future was limitless. I turned down a high-paying job abroad and returned to China to develop my career. One reason was personal, and the other was that I felt it was hard to find a kindred spirit. It's not easy to find a like-minded person in design."

Yan Zuozuo was getting more and more embarrassed, but when she heard Song Yutong say it was for personal reasons, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Could it be that Miss Song's cause of death was also related to Fan Hua Design?"

"Hehe." Song Yutong chuckled softly, "Miss Yan is truly intelligent and kind-hearted."

Sure enough, it seems that Song Yutong and Lu Yaoyuan really have a lot of potential for development.

Song Yutong picked up her coffee and said, "We're all sensible people, so you don't need to call me Miss Song. If you don't mind, just call me Yutong. I hope we can have a pleasant collaboration in the future."

Song Yutong was generous and straightforward, a personality Yan Zuozuo liked very much. She believed that she and Song Yutong would get along better than Zheng Yuyan. She raised her coffee cup and clinked it with hers, "Pleasure doing business with you."

The two chatted for a while longer when Song Yutong's phone rang. She smiled and nodded to Yan Zuozuo, saying, "I have something to do, so I have to go now."

Yan Zuozuo smiled and nodded, and then she said, "Zuozuo, you love your husband very much. You should put that love into your designs. No one will be more successful than you. Keep it up!" After saying that, Song Yutong left.

Yan Zuozuo's face was burning hot. She touched her face, wondering if it was really that obvious.

Just as she was lost in thought, a furtive voice approached her.