After Miss Shen became beautiful alone, her five brothers cried and begged for forgiveness

Shen Suihuan frowned slightly. She felt that there was something indescribably weird about Song Yanxi transferring the funds of the Crazy Team.

The Shen brothers dote on Song Yanxi very much. Although the children of the Shen family only have a monthly pocket money of 100,000, Song Yanxi is never short of money.

The luxury goods that the Shen brothers gave her, both openly and secretly, and the pocket money they secretly gave her, added up to much more than the 100,000 yuan.

Shen Suihuan felt a sharp pain in her heart. She remembered how Song Yanxi had let the Shen brothers snatch things from her in her past life. Those priceless jewelry, limited edition bags, and high-end dresses...

Song Yanxi immediately replaced those things with fake ones, and then ran to the Shen brothers crying, saying that she destroyed all the things because of jealousy.

Song Yanxi had already sold the genuine items at a high price, which was also a considerable income.

By this calculation, how could Song Yanxi be so short of money that she would steal money from the Crazy Team?

Shen Suihuan's eyes became sharp. This matter was probably not just a simple nuisance for her.

"What are you thinking about, Sui Sui?" A deep and pleasant male voice sounded in my ears, with a barely perceptible hint of teasing.

Shen Suihuan was lost in thought about Song Yanxi when she was suddenly startled by the magnetic voice. She screamed, staggered, and fell backwards.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, a strong arm grabbed her waist in time and held her steady.

The owner of that arm had a faint smell of tobacco mixed with a hint of crisp mint, which made people feel inexplicably at ease.

Shen Suihuan raised his head in shock and met a pair of deep eyes. It was Jiang Zhou's face.

His narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly tilted upwards, with a hint of a smile at the end of his eyes. He looked a bit ruffian, but his handsomeness could not be ignored.

Shen Suihuan's heart skipped a beat. She struggled frantically to break free from Jiang Zhou's arms, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She felt a little uneasy, her eyes flickering. She didn't mean to throw herself into his arms, so he wouldn't misunderstand, right?

She bit her lip, not wanting him to misunderstand her because of this little accident, thus affecting the pure brother-sister relationship between them.

Jiang Zhou's eyes were clear and open, without any strangeness or displeasure, just a playful smile on his lips.

Shen Suihuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed?" Jiang Zhou spoke, breaking the silence. His tone was lazy, with a hint of a smile, as if he was comforting a frightened kitten.

"I was thinking about Song Yanxi. Her daily food, clothing and expenses are all paid for by the Shen family. The pocket money the Shen family gives her is also quite considerable. The luxury items she likes, the Shen family's brothers are vying to buy them for her. Logically, she should not be short of money, but why did she transfer the funds of the Crazy Team?" Shen Suihuan frowned.

"It's not difficult at all. Just check and you'll know." Jiang Zhou said easily.

Jiang Zhou took Shen Suihuan's hand and walked towards his study, his slender fingers gently stroking the back of her soft hand.

Shen Suihuan was stunned by his sudden intimate gesture, and her fair cheeks were stained with a faint blush. She subconsciously wanted to break free, but Jiang Zhou held her tighter.

"Brother..." Shen Suihuan's voice trembled unnaturally. She looked up at Jiang Zhou, a hint of doubt flashing in her clear eyes.

Jiang Zhou didn't respond, but quickened his pace, pulling her through the sun-filled corridor and into his study.

In the study, sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor, and the air is filled with the faint scent of books and ink.

"What are you going to do with your design work this time?" Jiang Zhou let go of Shen Suihuan's hand, turned around and walked to the desk, took out a few design drawings from a pile of documents, and handed them to Shen Suihuan.

Shen Suihuan took the drawing and saw the familiar design on it, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

In the past, she never had the final say over her design works. They were all taken over by Song Yanxi, and she never had any control over them herself.

Jiang Zhou reached out and gently pushed a strand of hair from her forehead behind her ear. He said softly, "Your work can be directly produced. Suisui, tell me, are you selling your work?"

Shen Suihuan raised his head suddenly, his clear eyes flashing with surprise: "Is it okay?"

Then, she remembered that in her previous life, the Shen family had also produced her design works, but those works were all signed with Song Yanxi's name and had nothing to do with her.

Shen Suihuan's eyes became firm. She raised a confident smile and said in a clear voice, "Sell!"

Her eyes curved into crescents, shining brightly. She winked playfully and said to Jiang Zhou jokingly, "Brother, you have to give me more design fees."

Jiang Zhou looked at her lively appearance, and the doting in his eyes deepened. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Suihuan's nose, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Of course."

The two sat down at the desk, and Jiang Zhou took out a copyright transfer contract and handed it to Shen Suihuan. He was sure that she would agree to sell the design work to him, and the contract was ready.

Shen Suihuan didn't hesitate. He picked up the pen and was about to sign, but his eyes fell on the amount column.

Seeing the string of zeros, she stopped and the tip of her pen hovered above the paper.

"Brother, this is too much..." She looked up at Jiang Zhou, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. Although she was confident in her work, she was a newcomer after all, with little fame, and could not use her fame to bring benefits to the brand. From a business perspective, Jiang Zhou was losing money.

Jiang Zhou looked at her, his eyes gentle yet firm. "Don't worry. I'm not just buying these drafts. I want to make you the chief designer of Jiang's. What's wrong? You don't have confidence in yourself?"

"Yes!" Shen Suihuan answered without hesitation, his voice clear and loud.

She understood that Jiang Zhou wanted to invest in her future.

But from Jiang Zhou's perspective, the risk is too great.

This made her feel that she had to rely on him to go long-term. She didn't want to be like Song Yanxi, relying on others to live.

Jiang Zhou gently pushed the check in front of Shen Suihuan. His fingers were long and strong, with distinct knuckles. The check looked even thinner against his fair fingers.

"Jiang's chief designer was poached by Shen Yi, and she also took away the new products that Jiang was going to develop." Jiang Zhou's voice was low and calm, as if he was narrating something that had nothing to do with him, but Shen Suihuan knew that behind this was the undercurrent that had been surging between Jiang Zhou and the Shen brothers for more than ten years.

"It's easy to find someone to replace her, but what I want is a chief designer who will never betray me." Jiang Zhou raised his head and looked at Shen Suihuan with burning eyes. There was only her in his deep eyes.

"Sui Sui, think of this as my timely help. I know you can surpass her."

There was a subtle tenderness in Jiang Zhou's voice, as if a spring breeze was blowing across the lake, stirring up ripples.

Shen Suihuan's heart was gently moved by this gentle voice.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Zhou. His eyes were firm and gentle, as if they could accommodate everything about her.

A warm current surged in Shen Suihuan's heart, "Brother, I will let you know that I am worth so much."

“My years are priceless.”