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Hearing a knock at the door, Si Wan rubs her tired eyes and says "come in".
Xiaoyu appears at the door with a worried face: "Director, there is something wrong…"
After hearing this, Si Wan feels a slight pain in her temples: "If it's still flowers, please refuse. My office is not a flower shop."
Si Wan gives a wave to Xiaoyu, which makes the latter more anxious.
"Not the flowers. It's the previously reserved backdrop of advertis.e.m.e.nt…"
Being so anxious, Xiaoyu nearly bursts into tears before Si Wan. Receiving a phone call just now, she was told that the advertising company had failed to finish the backdrop in time, which means that the advertis.e.m.e.nt would not be shot as planned. As this advertis.e.m.e.nt is of great importance, if the shooting is delayed, not only the model has to be rearranged, but the whole schedule needs to be change thoroughly as well.
"Don't worry, we still have time. Let's try to find a solution." Hearing this, Si Wan also gets anxious as a large amount of money has been poured into this advertis.e.m.e.nt. Even if she is in charge, the responsibility will be too much to undertake if anything goes wrong.
If the backdrop is necessary during the shooting, why not make a new one?
"How long will it take the advertising company to deliver the backdrop?" Si Wan tries to calm down and figures out a solution.
"They need to adjust the contents and specifications, I'm afraid it's too late."
"Then how about other advertising companies?" Si Wan is a little upset as this backdrop was reserved at least one week in advance. She's afraid that they can't make it in one day.
"If only something could be the background." Si Wan murmurs to herself. The shooting studio is so large that the backdrop also needs to be customized. What on earth can fill the studio all at once?
Putting her head in her hands, Si Wan is absorbed in thought, and the fragrance of the roses makes her intoxicated: "Ahh! Why not use them?"
A gleam flashes through Si Wan's eyes: Isn't a room full of roses the best background?
"Hurry up, Xiaoyu. Send these roses to the shooting studio and ask someone to do the site decoration. This is better than the backdrop." Si Wan pleasantly urges Xiaoyu whose eyes also open wide in wonderment.
"That's great, Director. You are so brilliant!" Xiaoyu claps her hands and quickly starts to make arrangement: "But is that OK?"
Despite relief, Xiaioyu remembers that those flowers are sent to Si Wan. If they are used as background, she worries that whether the sender will get angry.
"That's OK. Anyway, I can't take these flowers back to my home." Si Wan gives a shrug as it is certain that she can't bring home so many flowers. What's more, she intends not to accept Mu Zhishen, which means that her acceptance without careful consideration will be unfair to him. Therefore, dealing with those roses in this way actually has made his present more valuable.
Si Wan comforts herself for a while, and then she tells Xiaoyu to send the flowers to the shooting studio as soon as possible. As for Zhishen, she will explain to him later.
After she handles the crisis in the company, the night has fallen. Lightly pounding her sore shoulders, Si Wan is prepared to go off work and return home.
"Young Hostess, welcome back." The servant takes the bag in the hand of Si Wan who can't help yawning as today she really has done too much work.
"Young hostess, young host is waiting for you to have dinner." Seeing Si Wan going upstairs, the servant reminds her in a hurry, which makes Si Wan a little surprised: Is today so special that Gong Siming even waits for her to have dinner?
Feeling unbelievable, Si Wan comes to the dining room where she finds Gong Siming, who looks a little lazy with his sleeves rolled slightly, sitting straight at the desk.
"Why are you so late today, anything wrong in the company?" It is rare that Gong Siming doesn't speak to her in a sarcastic tone. What's more, his unexpected care makes her doubt whether he is Gong Simingin the flesh.
"That's all right. Just some little problems. I have them under control." Si Wan calmly replies as she can't have too much hope for Gong Siming according to the previous disappointment.
On the other side of the desk, Gong Siming carefully observes the expression of Si Wan and finds no big change on her face. Does that mean she doesn't like the flowers he sent to her?
"Er… I've heard that something has happened in the company today, are they just some little problems?" Gong Siming tries to remind Si Wan of the roses, but the latter, without knowing his intention, only slightly knits her brows.
"When does Boss Gong start to care about the gossips in the company?" Honestly speaking, it is Gong Siming who has the most gossips in the company, and all the topics that can be regarded as "hot" are always related to him.
Si Wan lowers her head and tastes a bite, after which she finds that the food has already turned cold. Has Gong Siming waited for her for such a long time? No, that's impossible. She knows him clearly.
"I mean, you have received roses today in the company, haven't you?" Gong Siming is a little embarra.s.sed. He hopes to know how she felt today when receiving those roses, but asking her directly seems too undisguised. Like a child asking for praise, he feels a little awkward but still looks forward to her answer in his heart.
"Oh, you mean this." Si Wan still looks expressionless, "Thanks to those flowers, our advertis.e.m.e.nt could be shot as planned; otherwise we really didn't know what to do."
Concentrating on eating her dinner, Si Wan fails to notice the change of Gong Siming's emotions.
"What do you mean by mentioning the advertis.e.m.e.nt?"
"There is something wrong with the advertis.e.m.e.nt backdrop, so I sent the flowers to the shooting studio. I am sure that the effect of roses will be better than the backdrop, and more importantly, they are free, so we have saved a large amount of money for the company."
After her words, Si Wan finally gives a smile, which seems like making a show of herself to Gong Siming who feels kind of annoyed. Does she mean that the flowers he sent to her were used as free backdrop?
"You don't deserve!" Gong Siming says to Si Wan angrily and drops his chopsticks. After hearing his words, Si Wan becomes stunned. Looking up, she finds Gong Siming's face has become quite dark.
What does he mean? Shouldn't she save money for the company? She thought this time they could have a meal without argument, but the fact is, she is too ideal. Slightly moving her lips, Si Wan stops talking, and this makes Gong Siming more irritated.
"Using them as backdrop? Should I say you destroyed the romance or you wasted the roses?" Gong Siming leaves the room and slams the door behind. Watching him leaving, Si Wan feels blank in her mind and bitter in her heart.
If he doesn't love you, no matter what you do, he picks faults. How deeply does Gong Siming hate her that he gets so angry only because of a mere trifle? Swallowing the cold food, Si Wan feels the coldness spreading over her whole body.
After slamming the door and leaving the Gong Family, Gong Siming gets quite distressed: He has lowered himself so much to make her happy, but she doesn't know his heart and even sent his flowers to make a free backdrop. Is she deliberately winding him up or just dissatisfied with the flowers?
After Gong Siming drives away, his telephone on the pa.s.senger's seat illuminates suddenly, and a message emerging on the screen attracts his attention.
"Are you free now?"
Gong Siming picks up his telephone. After a long thinking, he edits a message with his long fingers tapping on the screen and then sends it out.