Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

...It hasn't gotten to that point yet.

Tang Tang smiled, turned around, crossed her arms, and looked at Feng Lan, who was standing not far away, and asked, "What, Mr. Feng Lan, do you also need to use the restroom?"

With a nonchalant smile on her face, Feng Lan slowly raised her hands, pleading somewhat aggrievedly, "Dear Muse, I didn't mean any harm."

"Stop, stop, stop acting."

Tang Tang interrupted the man, her smile extremely polite and official, "I'll give you two minutes. If you have something to say, say it; if not, get lost."

“Sigh~ Okay, darling, you’re really cold-hearted,” Feng Lan slowly straightened up and sighed affectedly. “An artist wouldn’t have the heart to hurt his Muse goddess. I really just wanted to invite you to my show.”

"You want to invite me to walk the runway? But I don't know how to walk like a model, and don't expect me to learn to walk for you."

“My dear, you don’t need any rules or constraints,” Feng Lan bowed slightly, giving Tang Tang a very classic gentlemanly salute, and lowered his head slightly. “My show will be a playground that is completely open to you.”

My dearest Muse, my dearest princess.

Stop with the awkward stuff, oh my god!

Tang Tang silently took a step back, thankful that no one was around.

"Hmm..." Tang Tang hesitated for once, then nodded with a straight face. "Okay, I agree. In exchange, you need to agree to one thing."

Feng Lan is really going a bit too far with his eccentricities.

Tang Tang was so embarrassed that she screamed inwardly and kept tapping the system, thinking, "I'm sure he's mentally ill."

The system hesitated for a second, then said, "I'll check."

Completely disregarding Tang Tang's offer, Feng Lan agreed without hesitation, "Okay, darling, as long as you're willing to stand on my runway, I'll agree to anything you ask."

His shows since his birth have always lacked a soulful main theme, and his life has never been complete. What a great regret that is.

Cold and emotionless Tangtang gave an "oh," and then immediately said, "Can I see Godfather Alberto too? Not just a quick meeting, I want to sit down and have a proper business talk with him."

"Oh...so my charm is not as good as that of a gentleman in his sixties."

Fenglan sighed, but nodded resignedly. "Dear Muse, I can create an opportunity for you to meet Mr. Alberto, but you need to tell me what you want to do."

"Just some small business."

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, her voice sweet and soft, but her eyes remained calm and undisturbed, "Am I not your Muse? My dear designer, you should say yes, right?"

Oh, his little Muse, she's looking at him like that again, like he's a dog.

Feng Lan chuckled excitedly, straightened up, took Tang Tang's hand, and gently placed a cool kiss on the back of her hand.

"Of course, my princess."

Watching the people leave satisfied, Tang Tang went into the restroom. When she came out to wash her hands, the system, which had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

He really does have some kind of mental problem.

?

Tang Tang asked incredulously, "Didn't you say he was mentally sound? Now he is?"

[Ahem! I tested him before, but now I think he has dissociative identity disorder, so the individual personality tests couldn't detect the problem. I had to go through all his life history data to confirm it.]

"Dissociative identity disorder?" Tang Tang's eyelashes fluttered, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes. "You mean the world-renowned genius designer is schizophrenic—a mental patient?"

It's crazy.

It turns out that Fenglan really is a madman.

She remarked that Fenglan's demeanor was so eccentric.

[But don't worry, the current personality is that of an ancient European artist with unparalleled passion and obsession for art and design; there is no aggression involved.]

Tang Tang pouted, "It's true that it's not aggressive, but does that mean mental attacks don't count as attacks?"

When they returned, Fenglan was finally quiet and didn't cause any trouble. Tang Tang ate her fill, closed the partition, admired the night view outside the window for a while, and then put on an eye mask and fell asleep.

"Hmm...it smells nice..."

The corridor echoed with the gentle rolling of cart wheels and the quiet inquiries of crew members as they distributed meals. Amidst the rich aroma of coffee, Tang Tang gradually opened her hazy eyes.

Her sleep quality is indeed quite good.

Because they were supposed to land at 7:00, breakfast was served starting at 5:00. Tang Tang dozed off and used her iPad to order a sugar-free iced Americano and an avocado and black pepper tiger prawn sandwich.

I don't have much of an appetite this morning.

The rest area was equipped with complimentary toiletries from the team, all of which were Hermès, including toothbrushes, toothpaste, and toothbrush cups.

The washroom is located outside the restroom and is also divided into sections, with each space having a partition. Just as Tang Tang squeezed out her toothpaste, she heard a few light taps on the partition wall next door.

Tang Tang: ……

Just like last night, it was completely inexplicable. Tang Tang was speechless. "Why are you acting like a dog so early in the morning?"

Another muffled laugh came from next door. This time, combined with Feng Lan's schizophrenia, Tang Tang felt she could detect a hint of neurosis in his voice. She confidently complained to the system, "See? I told you he wasn't thinking straight. Look at how he's laughing now, it's insane."

[Friendly reminder: This is his dominant personality now, not the personality from last night.]

In other words, Fenglan is now a normal person.

Tang Tang, who had just confirmed that she had sensed Feng Lan's neuroticism: ... speechless

She spat out the foam from her mouth, quickly washed her face, opened the door and went out, then simply kicked open the door next door, meeting Feng Lan's gaze as he swung his legs on the sink.

"Ah, isn't this my dear Muse?"

He was sitting on the sink with his long legs slightly bent. When he saw Tang Tang burst through the door, he just tilted his head slightly and smiled very brightly.

It was only then that Tang Tang noticed the subtle difference in him.

The current Feng Lan clearly has a thoughtful and rational look in his eyes. His gaze towards Tang Tang is not unfamiliar, but it is definitely not as stubborn and fanatical as it was last night.

There are also subtle considerations.

Tang Tang smiled brightly, her voice sweet and deliberately coquettish, "Oh my, isn't this my little dog Fenglan?"

Feng Lan's light-colored eyes suddenly darkened. He stretched out his leg, casually braced himself, and stood up again, his tone ambiguous, "Miss Tang, do you like dogs very much?"

"Whether I like dogs or not is not important," Tang Tang said slowly, the narrow space suddenly filled with a tense atmosphere. "It seems that what matters most is that someone likes being someone else's dog."

"Aren't you right, Mr. Fenglan?"