In the coffee room, the flirtatious Hua Hua gave Gu Shaocheng a once-over, sizing him up from head to toe, then toe to head. His eyes brightened, and he took small strides toward him, adjusting his collar before grinning with charm, "I’ve decided. This season’s fashion will focus on the outfit you’re wearing, boasting the unique styles and designs created by your wife. I’ll have you model for free and do so advertising for ."
Nan Baihao gave him a sidelong glance, "I despise you!"
"Don’t you know this is called making good use of resources?" Hua Hua raised an eyebrow, peering at Gu Shaocheng, "Brother, what do you think? Sohow, my sister-in-law seems to have a talent for design. Why don’t we just let her stop studying accounting and learn design with ? She could be a famous designer in the future!"
Gu Shaocheng raised his eyebrows slightly, exuding an undeniable allure. He was dying to show off like a peacock in front of his brothers, displaying his happy, romantic relationship. It felt so different from his usual deanor, almost too flamboyant! "The clothes my woman makes are limited edition. No knockoffs are allowed on the market."
Why not?
Hua Hua’s upcoming designs were killed on the spot, leaving him undeterred. He grumbled, "At least I should be able to study it myself. After all, Chenxing is my apprentice, and half the credit for this outfit is mine. So it’s absolutely fair for to use my own designs. This style will be the focus of this season, whether you like it or not."
Who did Hua Hua think he was? As the chief designer, I was leading fashion.
Even if he was wearing sothing bought from a street vendor for only a few dozen yuan, within a month, it’d quickly beco popular and the bestseller of the season. That’s the difference between wearing a brand and creating one. The forr is always led by the latter because the latter is a brand unto itself!
Hua Hua’s delicate fingers touched Gu Shaocheng’s clothes. Gu Shaocheng hooked his lips and let him study it with envy. His eyes were filled with a seductive gleam. This was the first outfit his woman had made for him - her "first ti". That kind of feeling was beyond anyone else’s comprehension.
Yan Fengchi had put away the sweater Chenxing had knitted for him a long ti ago to avoid any trouble from his big brother. He didn’t want to repeat the bloodbath triggered by sothing as trivial as a bun.
Never underestimate a man’s jealousy, especially a man like Big Brother! If he gets jealous, he gets ruthless. If he plays dirty once, it’s enough to get you in serious trouble.
Challenging his temper is simply courting death! He hasn’t had enough of life yet!
Just then, a phone call ca in. Bai Wuqing answered it, said a few words, then hung up: "Good, I got it. Bring him directly to the Gu family."
Bai Wuqing put away his phone, a casual smile on his face, "Brother, we’ve found your son. He’s on his way to the Gu family. Ahem, guys, what do you think, should we prepare a red envelope for our little nephew?"
Hua Hua and Nan Baihao imdiately teased, "Good, good, how much money you’re going to put in the envelope really matters. We can’t let our little nephew down, haha..."
The previously chirpy Gu Shaocheng’s face darkened, "My son is already eight years old, and I didn’t know?"
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