The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

In May, Lin Jingran went to the United States again and took Lin Yingci to Beverly Hills for vacation. The couple was so sweet and affectionate.

That day, Lin Yingci was resting on a lounge chair by the swimming pool when she suddenly received a call. Lin Jingran was still swimming. Seeing that she had been talking for a long time, he came up, wrapped in a bath towel and sat next to her, listening to her call carefully. After hanging up, he hurriedly asked her:

"Did you buy a car?"

"Well, I usually drive it during class and after class," she smiled, "You can also drive it when you come, but it's second-hand."

"Why buy second-hand?" He frowned. "I'll buy you a new one."

"No need," Lin Yingci lay down again, "The car you buy here can only be driven here, it doesn't have to be that good, as long as it can be driven on the road."

Lin Jingran was a little unhappy and muttered:

"Don't tell me about buying a car,"

"Take a break. Aren't you tired from swimming?" She looked at him with a smile through her sunglasses and repeated, "As long as you can drive."

Lin Jingran suddenly smiled, walked around her mysteriously, bent down and kissed her: "Actually, I ordered a machine for you in Shanghai last month--"

As soon as he finished speaking, she sat up suddenly, took off her sunglasses, and stared at him with a frown:

"Don't waste money—"

"It's not expensive, just over 100." He smiled and sat next to her. "It's your first car, so just drive it around for now. It's just over two months, so you can drive it when you go back during the summer vacation."

Lin Yingci was a little unhappy and muttered, "You didn't tell me you bought a car."

Lin Jingran just smiled: "I'll give you a surprise, a white coupe, very beautiful." He looked at her tenderly and added, "Just like you."

"White?" Lin Yingci still looked at him.

"Well, you can paint it yourself." He said as he sat back down in his seat and lay down.

Lin Yingci didn't say anything else, but sat up and said earnestly: "You have no concept of money. Let me tell you this, our hotel costs nearly $1000 a night. We can only sleep for one night with this money, but this money is enough for the little girl in the mountainous area to eat for a year."

Lin Jingran looked a little embarrassed and muttered, "Okay..."

She still looked at him and emphasized: "Really don't spend money recklessly, money is very useful."

Lin Jingran nodded again: "I know, but we have to buy a car anyway..."

·

Wei Jin's national designer competition started in full swing. With her amazing talent and outstanding handmade design, she won the third place. Lin Jingran also went to the scene - of course, it was Lin Yingci who forced him to do so.

He applauded her from the audience and sent her to the bank to deposit money - the third place winner would receive a prize of 10 yuan.

"Oh my god, I've never seen so much money in my life," she said, holding the medal and a check for 10 yuan while sitting in the car. "It feels so good to have money~"

"Nothing else to gain except money?" Lin Jingran smiled.

"You don't value money, but I do," Wei Jin glanced at him, "You don't have to work hard for money, so how can you understand my feelings?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Lin Jingran admitted his mistake very well, and suddenly said, "Originally, Xiaoci said she wanted to video chat with her, but it's midnight now and she's probably asleep. Remember to video chat with her tomorrow."

As he spoke, he glanced at Wei Jin and emphasized, "She cares a lot about your competition."

"I know," Wei Jin muttered, "I sent a WeChat message to her." After a pause, she continued, "I will use part of the money to learn English, and part of it to upgrade my equipment."

"Well arranged,"

"I want to be a super brand, one that is internationally renowned." - When she said these words, there seemed to be stars in her eyes, confident and shining, "So I always think English is very important, and I am working hard to learn it now." She glanced at Lin Jingran and suddenly laughed again, "I know it sounds far-fetched, but I have already customized a few skirts, designer styles, limited edition worldwide, handmade by me, Youyang has worn them, Xiaoci has also worn them,"

"So amazing," Lin Jingran smiled and looked at her, praising her, "Which one is Xiaoci's?"

"Blue Galaxy Skirt," Wei Jin took out her phone and showed it to him.

Lin Jingran remembered it immediately after taking a look at it, and praised it quickly: "It looks good." After a pause, he asked again, "But I can't buy the same one."

"Why don't you buy the same model? I'm just trying to build up my brand awareness first," Wei Jin muttered, "My brand application will be approved soon, and they will all have their own home in the future..."

"Who has a home?" Lin Jingran glanced at her again.

"Skirts," Wei Jin frowned and looked at him, "My skirts are all named. Xiaoci's is called the Blue Galaxy Skirt. They are all my treasures."

"Okay, okay," Lin Jingran nodded repeatedly, but suddenly felt puzzled, "You are not bad, you also know marketing,"

"I have a very capable sister who is guiding me," Wei Jin looked at him mysteriously. The traffic light turned red, and Lin Jingran looked at her curiously. Wei Jin continued, "Wang Hena, the manager of Xu Yifan's public relations department," she smiled proudly, "She taught me a lot."

……

In addition to announcing the good news to Xiaoci, she also sent a WeChat message to Song Youyang - the two of them occasionally chatted, and Song Youyang admired her talent very much and said he would introduce her to some celebrities in the industry.

She transferred 3000 yuan to Wei Changfeng. After receiving the money, Wei Changfeng called her for a long time. All he said was words of contempt and disdain, and he also told her to work harder.

Of course, she also transferred 2000 yuan to Yu Xiu, but Yu Xiu did not accept it. Instead, she cooked a table of dishes for her to celebrate.

·

In terms of self-media, she registered a Weibo account at the beginning of the year to share her design concepts and even the process of making dresses with everyone. With the launch of several limited edition designer dresses and the celebrity effect of Lin Yingci and Song Youyang, she is now well-known and has nearly 20,000 fans.

·

There was a fashion show held by Meijia, a top domestic evening dress brand. Song Youyang was a model for Meijia, so she helped Wei Jin get an admission ticket, which was a good seat in the second row.

Sitting in front of Wei Jin is the chairman of Meijia - Xu Yifan. Although he is over 35 years old, he is gentle and elegant, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is a little handsome, mature but also a little cute.

After the show, she took the initiative to greet Xu Yifan.

"Hello, Mr. Xu,"

"Hello," Xu Yifan also turned around to look at her.

"This is my first time watching a show, it's so shocking~" she said from the bottom of her heart;

...Wei Jin was still very beautiful and soon left a deep impression on Xu Yifan.

The two went backstage to see Song Youyang.

"Youyang, you did a great job today," Wei Jin held her hand and whispered, "I sent you a lot of photos. I'll send them to you later."

"Yeah," Song Youyang nodded and looked at Xu Yifan again.

"Boss Xu, this is my friend Wei Jin whom I told you about. I have worn a dress designed by her. She is very young and still studying, but she has already won the third prize in the national designer competition—"

"I know, I know," Xu Yifan interrupted her and glanced at Wei Jin again, "I just didn't know that such a talented girl could be so young and beautiful..."

They left their contact information with each other and often talked about dreams and design, so they had a common language. Xu Yifan asked her to take the exam to upgrade from a junior college to a university - and to Donghua University, and he said he would find a way to help her.

Of course Wei Jin agreed. She studied academic subjects very hard. She knew that academic qualifications were the foundation and she should master the basic skills. Having someone to help her was something she just couldn't ask for.