novelraw Chapter 102 He is the Client
Chapter 102 He is the Client
Lu Xiran suddenly had a burst of inspiration.
She grabbed a pen and tore off a sheet of white paper.
Start drawing.
As the lines fell one by one, the structure became clearer layer by layer. The problems that had been troubling her all day now seemed to have found an outlet, rushing out eagerly.
After she finished drawing the cross-section of the snow house, she drew the dome of the auditorium.
After finishing the dome, he painted the villa's courtyard.
The pen scratches across the paper, while time flows silently outside the window.
By the time Lu Xiran finally put down her pen, it was already dawn outside the window.
She rubbed her sore eyes and looked at the stack of sketches on the table.
Igloo. Auditorium. Villa.
The answer to every question has been found.
She leaned back in her chair and let out a long breath.
My gaze fell on the computer screen—the senior's reply was still open.
She stared at it for a long time.
Then reply immediately.
Thank you, senior!
Lu Xiran turned off her computer and lay face down on the table.
My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.
Outside the window, it was almost dawn.
Lu Xiran handed the proposal, which she had worked on overnight, to Shen Hanchi.
Shen Hanchi turned to the first page and his gaze fixed on it.
Turning to the second page, his eyebrows rose.
I turned to the third page and burst out laughing.
"No wonder Bella said you were a secret weapon!" He closed the proposal, patted it hard, and said, "The idea is novel and creative! This time, President Gu shouldn't have any reason to reject it again!"
"There are still many details that need to be perfected..."
"Let's approve the proposal first," Shen Hanchi waved his hand, "We'll work on the details together. Come on, let me introduce you to the project team members."
In the project team's meeting room, seven or eight people looked up at Lu Xiran with a complex mix of anticipation and curiosity—a mixture of scrutiny and a sense of relief, as if a savior had finally arrived.
Shen Hanchi gave a brief introduction, and Lu Xiran nodded in acknowledgment, but she clearly sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off.
"Is President Gu... very scary?" she whispered to a girl next to her.
Xiao Xiao said with a bitter face, lowering her voice, "Sister Emma, you have no idea. Ten versions of the proposal were all rejected. Every meeting felt like torture. We've been working overtime for more than three months, and the project has been stalled for almost a month just because the proposals weren't approved."
She pointed to her dark circles.
"Look, this is Mr. Gu's masterpiece."
Lu Xiran: "..."
"But your version is really different." Fang Rui leaned closer, her eyes shining. "We just secretly passed it around, and it feels... promising!"
The others nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with an earnest expectation that they were being asked to leave work on time.
Lu Xiran smiled but didn't say anything.
My heart tightened slightly.
Gu's Conference Room.
When Lin Chen pushed the door open and entered, his gaze swept over the people sitting around the round table, and he paused for a moment.
Lu Xiran was sitting next to Shen Hanchi, looking down at the documents, and didn't notice him.
Lin Chen withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, and walked to his seat.
—If she doesn't want to reveal her identity, then she'll pretend she doesn't know her.
Xiao Xiao began distributing the materials.
"This is our new proposal," she said in a clear voice. "The new idea was provided by Emma, a designer at our headquarters."
Lin Chen took the proposal.
He immediately took out his phone and sent a text message to Gu Yanshen:
Go easy on me later. Otherwise you'll regret it.
He flipped through a few pages, then sent a second message:
[Fine, no need to hold back. No matter how sharp your tongue, there's nothing more to nitpick.]
in the office.
Gu Yanshen stood by the window, pacing back and forth.
On the computer screen, the email from last night—sent by her, and his reply—was still open.
Three years.
He finally received her email again.
Under the identity of "Gregory".
My phone vibrated.
He opened it; it was a text message from Lin Chen.
Upon seeing the first message, Gu Yanshen paused for a moment.
Then I received a second text message.
He suddenly felt like laughing.
When has he ever been so sarcastic?
—He's just... demanding of others.
Gu Yanshen put down his phone and walked to the mirror.
He stared at the person in the mirror for three seconds.
The tie—was tied perfectly.
Hair – neatly combed.
A suit – without wrinkles, with a straight shoulder line.
He nodded in satisfaction and prepared to turn and leave.
Then he stopped.
...Is the tie really straight?
He leaned closer and touched the Windsor knot. It seemed a little crooked? No, it looked straight before. He untied it and tied it again.
Halfway through tying his hair, he remembered it again. He had only glanced at it earlier; were the sideburns sticking up a little? He raised his hand and pressed them down, then pressed them down again.
Then he looked down at his suit. The length of the shirt peeking out from the cuffs was just right, not a centimeter more or less. But he still stretched the cuffs a little, and then a little more.
After doing all that, he looked in the mirror again.
This time, he looked at himself in the mirror for five seconds.
Then he frowned.
What is he doing?
He does these things every day; he could do them with his eyes closed and never make a mistake. Why check them three times today?
Gu Yanshen lowered his hand.
He looked at the person in the mirror—sharply dressed in a suit, with a cold expression, no different from usual.
...Is he nervous?
Gu Yanshen frowned.
What's there to be nervous about?
It's just a meeting.
She is Party B, and he is Party A.
Handle official business strictly.
He took a deep breath, picked up the folder on the table, and went out the door.
In the conference room.
Lu Xiran looked down at the documents, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the pages.
I felt a little uneasy.
This was the first time she had faced him in a work setting.
If it's a villa for Song Zhihe, will he deliberately make things difficult for her?
Would they nitpick in front of everyone, making her lose face?
After all, each of those ten versions of the plan that were rejected failed miserably.
Moreover, it sounds rather strange to have an ex-wife design the wedding room for his fiancée.
but……
She opened her plan.
The interplay of light and shadow in the snow house, the dome of the auditorium, and every detail of the villa.
She painted all night last night.
As she drew, she was surprised to find that the lines seemed to have a life of their own, flowing out of the tip of the pen with incredible smoothness.
This project perfectly aligns with her ideas.
That tacit understanding was as if someone had read through all her ideas in advance, and then paved the way for her to overcome each difficulty.
Unpredictable.
Lu Xiran took a deep breath.
do not care.
Handle official business strictly.
She was just the designer; he was the client.
That's it.
The meeting room door was pushed open.
Everyone stood up.
"Emma," Shen Hanchi whispered a reminder.
Lu Xiran stood up and looked up.
Gu Yanshen walked in.
He wore a black suit and stood tall and straight.
He was followed by two assistants, exuding an imposing aura.
He didn't look at her.
They didn't even glance in her direction.
He simply nodded to Shen Hanchi, said "Sit down" in a light tone, and then sat down in the main seat.
Lu Xiran lowered her eyes and sat down.
—That's quite a grand affair.