After being reborn, I became the big boss's darling.

When Shen Ceyan heard her first sentence, his heart skipped a beat.

A gentle joy spread from the bottom of my heart, enveloping my entire body.

"Do you still love me?"

"...Could you please listen to the whole thing?"

"I know that from now on, I will no longer hide anything from you."

Ji Nianci felt that he still didn't understand what she meant.

"Your affairs are insignificant to me now. You weren't honest with me when I cared before, and I don't need to be honest with you now, nor will I be in the future."

This statement, made in memory of Ci, is only half true and half false.

"Insignificant? Then why did you go to see Shen Yanzhi?"

"That's my business, it's none of your concern."

"Oh." Shen Ceyan nodded, not exposing the clumsy lie.

Commemorating Ci was somewhat infuriating.

"It's okay. Just because it's okay now doesn't mean it won't be okay in the future. We started things unclearly and ended things undignifiedly, which made you suffer. I'm sorry." Shen Ceyan suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her face. "Jinian Ci, give me a chance to pursue you."

"Let me make up for everything I owe you."

His face was pale, but his eyes were clear.

Remembering Ci, I saw his body wrapped in thick gauze under the collar of his hospital gown.

She found it difficult to articulate how she felt at that moment.

He was the one who took the blame first and paid the price for her recklessness. Now he lies weakly in a hospital bed, still saying he owes her something.

Ji Nianci doesn't play the sympathy card; it's just that her body and mind are telling her that she still wants to be entangled with him.

Although she didn't want to admit it, what she really wanted most was an attitude from Shen Ceyan, an attitude that would make him treat her as an equal.

However, if he still can't do it, she won't force him, since what she said earlier was from the heart.

She can live a good life on her own.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I will respect you and try to see things from your perspective from now on."

Ci did not speak.

Shen Ceyan suddenly laughed.

"Not refusing means agreeing."

Ji Nianci shot her a sharp glare, but was interrupted before she could speak: "It's fine if you refuse. Pursuing you is my business, and I don't need your approval."

……

After all, he was injured because of her, and Ji Nianci felt bad about it, so she came to his ward to take care of him for several days in a row.

It's called taking care of someone, but it really just means sitting in the ward.

After all, Shen Ceyan didn't need her to worry about anything; those caregivers were far more professional than her.

On the contrary, she occasionally needed Shen Ceyan to give her pointers on work-related problems.

After a few days, their relationship had improved considerably.

Shen Ceyan felt that the blow had been delivered squarely.

Today, in remembrance of your kindness, I sat down and immediately turned on my computer to start working.

"Knock, knock, knock." The door was knocked on and opened a second later.

"Boss, Assistant Lin has something to do and can't leave, so he asked me to bring you... food."

The man spoke as he walked in, but his voice gradually faded as he saw who was inside.

Ji Nianci was also stunned.

She remembered this person.

An assistant who comes to pick up a dress every month.

"Ms. Ji, hello," the assistant said with a hint of bitterness in his smile, "It's nice to see you again."

“Hello.” Ji Nianci nodded to him.

After processing this fact for a moment, she turned to stare at Shen Ceyan: "Mr. C?"

Shen Ceyan nodded calmly: "Hmm."

Commemorating Ci: "..."

She remembered the studio's first order and the unwavering support she received every month.

Although they had never met, she had already regarded Mr. C as a special friend.

Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, it was still him.

The mood is a bit complicated.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"What do you mean, what's going on? It's just buying a few dresses."

"You're sending one item every month, how many? And you're sending a complete stranger to handle this, Mr. C?"

Cizhen was a little angry; they were treating her like a monkey, and she was still eagerly jumping in.

The assistant stood not far away, carrying food in both hands, eyes downcast and seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

"I was afraid you wouldn't sell it to me if you knew who I was, wasn't I?"

Ji Nianci snorted coldly: "Why not take the business that's offered to you? As for you, you've got too much money to burn."

Shen Ceyan sighed: "It's not that I have too much money to burn, it's because I like you, so I like your designs, everything about you."

The assistant let out a loud, choking cough.

Shen Ceyan looked up and frowned: "If you're sick, go downstairs and register."

"Yes, boss." The assistant replied solemnly, put down what he was holding, and left immediately. But as he left, he unconsciously touched the goosebumps on his hands.

A sudden, affectionate remark caught Ci Zhen off guard.

She remained silent for a long time before finally blurting out, "You're not young anymore, yet you're still trying to act like young people."

Actually, she was a little touched. Thinking about it carefully, who would be so loyal to a brand? Even if you like a brand a lot, there will always be one or two designs that don't suit your taste. But Shen Ceyan didn't miss any of her designs.

"Yeah, when are you planning to give this old man a chance?"

"Get lost, I'm still young."

Shen Ceyan chuckled.

That's great, she's still that energetic and vibrant girl.

"Alright, young designer Ji, when do you plan to fulfill our agreement?"

"What?" Ji Nianci didn't react for a moment.

"You forgot?" Shen Ceyan looked at her with a hint of resentment: "Who said that he would design dresses for me after my wife and I reunited? Now that my wife is back, where are the dresses?"

"You lied to me and still have the nerve to ask me for clothes?" She was furious.

"Trying to renege on your debt? That email is still in your inbox. Do you want me to find it and show it to you?"

Ji Nianci's face flushed red instantly, and after a long while, she realized something was amiss: "That email address, is it yours?"

"Cough!" Shen Ceyan suddenly stopped talking, leaned back, and lightly touched his wound with his hand.

"Does the wound hurt?" Ji Nianci frowned. "Turn around so I can see if it's reopened." Hearing her words, Shen Ceyan turned his back to her, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

A few days later, Jinianci stood in front of the hospital bed, her face dark: "Even if it's been amputated, it should have grown back by now, right? Why aren't you leaving the hospital?"

"It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone," he defended himself.

"Ah."

Two days later, Shen Ceyan was finally discharged from the hospital. Ji Nianci felt a sense of relief and came to the company early to call a meeting with the employees.

During the brief 30-minute meeting, her phone vibrated countless times in her pocket.

She doesn't have the habit of silencing her phone because she often forgets to reply when she's busy.

Luckily, her colleagues below couldn't hear her, she thought.

She took it out to look at it after everyone had left.

It was discovered that all this information came from the same person.

Shen Ceyan.