On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"How could I forget? You're not tall enough, but you have a nice figure," the designer said unyieldingly, his tone sounding almost sarcastic. But he saved the situation by adding, "You have a pretty good face, though. What kind of genes do you have in your family..."

"You've been looking for a long time but still don't find anything you like?" Wen Yi, the boss of the studio, came over and asked.

He was Chen Tian’s college classmate, but after graduation he resolutely gave up the financial industry and turned to the fashion sector to shine.

"No, I feel like something is missing." Chen Qian shook his head.

"You said you wanted red, right? How about ruby?" Wen Yi suggested after thinking for a while, "I have a pair of collar pins that just arrived not long ago and haven't been taken out yet. Would you like to take a look?"

"Ruby collar pin? Sure." Chen Qian nodded happily.

There was less than an hour left until seven o'clock. If he continued to wander like this, he would probably be late.

"Red hair is so convenient." Chen Qian sat on the sofa in the rest area, looking at Zhong Yi's hair which had already been done.

Zhong Yi was wearing a blue suit from the same series as him, which made his already fair skin look even brighter. His usually orange-red hair was sprinkled with disposable dye powder by the stylist, turning it into a fiery red.

"It's not suitable for you." Zhong Yi flipped through the magazine, glanced at Chen Qian, and commented calmly.

Chen Qian wrinkled his nose and didn't take it seriously.

Wen Yi quickly came back from the middle of the studio, carrying a small tray. When he got closer, Chen Qian saw that there were two collar pins neatly placed on the tray, glowing under the light, which made his eyes light up.

Each long needle is adorned with a gem of different color and shape.

The red one is centered on a ruby, with many lines radiating from it made up of small light-colored gems and yellow diamonds. The other one is light blue, with two curved corners made of white diamonds on both sides, forming a crescent shape.

"It's the work of a foreign designer. Pigeon blood red and blue diamonds, the sun and the moon." He placed the tray on the coffee table and pushed it towards Chen Qian. "I think if it's red, you should like this one."

"The sun and the moon..." Chen Qian looked up at Wen Yi and pondered for a moment.

He nodded, finalizing his red element, "I do like this one, so this one will do."

"Okay, then I'll put Chen Tian on your account." Wen Yi smiled faintly, picked up the collar pin and put it on Chen Qian's collar.

As soon as the styling session was over, Chen Qian and Zhong Yi rushed to the hotel without stopping and arrived just before the late hour.

After signing in the passage leading only to the banquet hall, the two walked into the banquet hall side by side.

Quite a few people had already gathered in the banquet hall, gathered in groups of three or four, toasting and chatting.

Chen Qian took two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, took a sip, and handed the other glass to Zhong Yi.

The smooth wine mixed with bubbles flowed through his mouth and sank into his throat. Chen Qian took a breath and said, "Let's follow the old rules. You'll be in charge of socializing, and I'll be in charge of eating."

"Yeah." Zhong Yi replied indifferently.

"Let's go!" Chen Qian took one step forward.

The banquet was halfway through and everyone present was inevitably feeling a little tipsy, including Chen Qian himself.

He found a seat in the side area of ​​the hall and sat down, looking at Zhong Yi who was chatting with others not far away.

After eating a lot of food, his overly slim suit began to make itself felt. He unbuttoned his suit, changed to a more comfortable sitting position, leaned against the back of the sofa, and enjoyed the rare tranquility with his eyes squinted, accompanied by the melodious piano music.

But this comfortable time did not last long, only about ten minutes or so.

He felt the footsteps of someone getting closer and closer, finally landing beside him. Then, the sofa beneath him shifted, sinking to the right.

"Hello." The man greeted, and he sounded like a young man with a frivolous voice.

Chen Qian secretly regretted that his peace was interrupted, and reluctantly put on a polite business smile and opened his eyes.

"Hello."

"My name is Wei Cheng. Wei means 'wei wei jiu zhao' and Cheng means 'honest'." The man looked Chen Qian up and down, introduced himself, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Chen Qian." Chen Qian felt unhappy at his undisguised gaze, and her voice became much deeper. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing much. I just saw you sitting here alone, so I thought I'd come and keep you company." Wei Cheng smiled, his voice deliberately lowered, murmured and trembling. "So I wanted to make friends with you."

Wei Cheng's appearance can be considered handsome, but for some reason he gives people a stiff feeling, especially when he smiles, this feeling is even worse.

Chen Qian really didn't want to chat with him any more, so he even put away his expression and said coldly, "Thank you, but no thanks."

"Don't be so polite. I'm a very humorous person. I promise you won't be bored." Wei Cheng seemed to be unaware of Chen Qian's alienation and continued to promote himself relentlessly.

His arm passed over the back of the sofa, around to Chen Qian's other shoulder, and held Chen Qian lightly, "We're just friends, why be so shy?"

"I'm sorry, but aren't you Chinese?" Chen Qian tilted his head slightly, looking at the inexplicable, borderless hand, unable to suppress his dissatisfaction. "Is that why you don't understand Chinese?"

"What?" Wei Cheng was stunned for a moment.

"I said no, I don't want to be friends with you." Chen Qian spoke word by word, his eyes fierce, and said in a deep voice: "Can you please leave now, Mr. Wei?"

"Why are you pretending to be so arrogant as a man? Do you know who I am?" He instantly became like a dog whose tail was stepped on, and raised his voice, "I'm giving you face, can't you just keep it?"

Seeing that some people around him had begun to notice the incongruous noise here, Chen Qian couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He had a headache at the moment and didn't want to cause any trouble here, so he politely drove him away. He didn't expect to be blamed by this shameless man.

"Who are you? Who on earth can make me feel so bad?" Chen Qian stood up expressionlessly and looked down at him condescendingly.

"My surname is Wei, the Wei in Wei Changming." The expression on Wei Cheng's face was arrogant and arrogant.

Hearing this, Chen Qian suddenly smiled.

Before the other party could react, he put one hand on the sofa beside Wei Cheng and pressed down on Wei Cheng's shoulders with the other hand, restraining him.

Wei Cheng didn't understand what his trick was. He just thought that Chen Qian changed his mind after hearing his father's name, or he had successfully scared Chen Qian. In short, he thought this action was probably to please him.

Then he showed a smug and disdainful expression.

"If you speak softly now, I'll let you go. Judging from your face, you're probably just some minor celebrity. You're here just to find a sponsor, right? I happen to be rich and interested in you."

Chen Qian smiled even more brightly, and Wei Cheng's heart blossomed with joy.

As he watched, he wanted to raise his hand and touch Chen Qian's waist twice to satisfy himself.

But before he could really raise his hand to touch it, he saw Chen Qian slightly turn his body, blocking the view of others.

Then, Chen Qian used the coffee table behind him to block his view, suddenly raised his foot, and stepped hard on his foot.

The severe pain made Wei Cheng lose his voice. He opened and closed his mouth weakly, and no longer cared about Chen Qian's waist. He struggled desperately to bend down and reach his feet.

At this moment, Chen Qian also let go, straightened up, stepped back a little, and looked at him calmly as he screamed silently in pain.

Chen Qian raised his eyebrows slightly and said sarcastically, "If being a celebrity means being coerced by people like you and having to associate with you, then this career is too risky."

Wei Cheng curled up in his place like a cooked shrimp. He couldn't refute it, and could only look up at Chen Qian in anger.

Ten seconds later, Wei Cheng heard a whimper from his throat. He was overjoyed and opened his mouth to ask for help.

Unfortunately, his voice could not catch up with Chen Qian's hand speed.

As the word "help" came out of his mouth, Chen Qian quickly grabbed his neck, restricting his breathing and leaving only a gurgling sound in his throat.