Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

"Ms. Xia, this is the last one." The assistant said, reaching out to straighten the dress on the model.

But after stroking it again and again, the wrinkles on the skirt are still not very docile.

At this time, a pair of well-articulated hands took the initiative to take over the assistant's work, and the slender fingers were good at dealing with messy folds, but it took a while to see results.

"Okay, you can go to rest." A soft voice passed by my ears.

The assistant raised his head and looked to the side. The man in front of him was extremely handsome, like a rose nourished by dew, delicate and elegant.A pair of beautiful smiling eyes with an innate affinity, people can't help but want to get close.

However, at this moment, the man's eyes were bloodshot, and even though his smile remained the same, it was hard to hide his exhaustion.

Seeing that the man didn't intend to take a break, the assistant advised, "Mr. Xia, you've been up all these days, take a break."

When Xia Jinting heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but due to lack of sleep, he even struggled to blink.

As the youngest design director of Zhiyu Group, Xia Jinting is the envy of many people.People only saw his vigorous smile in fashion magazines, but never saw the hard work behind him.

Fortunately, there was someone caring and caring by Xia Jinting's side.

He turned on his phone, and on the lit screen was a selfie of two people.

The man in the photo smiled dotingly at Xia Jinting. If the assistant saw him, he would definitely cry out.

The person in the photo is none other than Zhi Fengchuan, the vice president of the Weaving Group.

In terms of appearance alone, Zhi Fengchuan is somewhat inferior to Xia Jinting, but he has a gentle temperament and is very patient in courting Xia Jinting.

Just like right now, there is a text message quietly lying on Xia Jinting's cell phone - "Baby, you should also pay attention to rest after working overtime, don't be too tired."

For the past few days, Xia Jinting has been busy with the new product launch. The two had just confirmed their relationship, and before they had time to get closer, he devoted himself to the continuous work.

Regarding this, Zhi Fengchuan once persuaded him jokingly: "Jinting, I am not short of money, you quit your job, I will support you."

Thinking of neglecting his lover for work again, Xia Jinting felt a little guilty, and the words on the brochure gradually became blurred.

After hesitating for a moment, he closed the brochure, took the car keys beside him, and planned to surprise his lover who was "alone with the vacant room".

It was late at night, and there was silence in the corridor, only the sound of Xia Jinting's gentle footsteps.

In front of the tan door is an ink-colored entry blanket, which stands out against the bright red leather tassels.Xia Jinting bent down and picked up the tassel.

Inside the house, there was a soft light in the living room. If one ignored the half-empty bottle of red wine on the table and the two glasses with wine stains, Xia Jinting would be very moved.

He stood still in front of the master bedroom, and the ambiguous voice came like a cold arrow: "You know how to torment me, if you have the ability to torment Xia Jinting."

"Hmph, he—with that face, how can you let it go, just wait, I'll get him done sooner or later."

"Zhi Fengchuan, you are such a scum..."

"Don't you just like me scum?"

Xia Jinting listened expressionlessly, but he still didn't open the door after all.

Those who have been betrayed should question the betrayer, but facing the cruel reality of losing their whitewash and warmth, Xia Jinting suddenly loses his strength.

He sat calmly at the dining table, his eyes focused on the light and shadow on the glass, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Finally, he picked up a pen and paper...

Nothing could be more normal.

Zhi Fengchuan, who was so normal that he just finished a shot, didn't notice anything abnormal, and swaggered to the living room to look for food.

Xia Jinting's existence frightened people quite a lot. The man who always opened his mouth with sweet words was misfired for the first time, and it took a long time before he stumbled out a sentence: "Jinting, you...why...you came back suddenly?"

Without answering Zhi Fengchuan's question, Xia Jinting put the bright red leather tassel on the marble table.

"MG's limited edition handbag, there are only ten in the world, and the domestic brand only gave one to the actress Xiao Qing." Xia Jinting was just stating the facts, but Zhi Fengchuan's back was covered with goose bumps.

"Jinting, listen to my explanation..." In the middle of speaking, Zhi Fengchuan was like a screaming chicken whose throat was choked, looking at the things in Xia Jinting's hand with a panicked expression.

"My resignation letter, Zhi Fengchuan, let's break up." Xia Jinting stood up neatly.

The heavy door closed behind him, and the last thing he saw was Zhi Fengchuan's chaotic face.

It's all over, Xia Jinting glanced at his watch, there are still ten hours, the fashion show of Zhiyu's new series will be held soon, and the "Yuanfen" series with Xia Jinting as the main designer will be exposed to the industry for the first time.

Ms. He Ruihua, head of Ruitian Group, a top department store in China, will attend the press conference in person to evaluate the new series. The evaluation results will determine whether the Zhiyu brand can enter the special counters of Ruitian Department Store.

Xia Jinting has never been competitive, but this time he attaches great importance to the press conference. He spends days in the morning and night, forgetting to eat and sleep.

He just cared so much, but in the end he was betrayed.His business ability is recognized by the industry, and companies have extended olive branches to him over the years, but he has rejected them all.

He has the heart to keep Zhiyu forever, but Zhi Fengchuan doesn't know how to cherish it, so he just hits it off and breaks up. From then on, the bridge returns to the bridge, and the road returns to the road.

Xia Jinting's face was extremely calm, he returned to his residence, packed his luggage briefly, and headed for the airport.

Lovelorn and unemployed, you can't treat yourself badly at the moment of bad luck, it is best to take a vacation in a place inaccessible to change your luck.

Sitting in the taxi, Xia Jinting's phone kept ringing, and messages on social software kept popping up, but he turned a blind eye to them.

The rolling news is playing on the mobile TV, and the radio in the front row never stops.Feeling sleepy, Xia Jinting's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he gradually lost consciousness...

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"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers - sell newspapers, sell newspapers -" the noisy voices linger in his ears, Xia Jinting's consciousness gradually returns, his eyelids are heavy, his lips are numb, his whole body seems to be run over by a heavy object, and he is very weak.

"Oh, Jinting, it's a good day to fall asleep." Xia Jinting's shrill female voice made Xia Jinting regain his composure. Where are you.

Looking around, the street scene in front of me is very strange. It is different from the high-rise buildings that I am used to in daily life. There are mostly low-rise buildings on both sides of the road, and some Western buildings are occasionally mixed in. The planning is very out of order.

While he was wondering, the rickshaw under him jolted violently, and Xia Jinting subconsciously reached out to help.

No, this is very wrong.

Xia Jinting looked carefully at his hands, they were clearly working hands, the palms were slightly red.

Looking at himself, he was actually wearing a long robe with a wide front and right lapel, a double-breasted long-sleeved mandarin jacket, and a small cap with melon skin beside him.

An absurd guess came to mind, Xia Jinting looked at the woman who spoke just now, and carefully said: "Where is this...?"

"Mrs. Ma, the Jiang family's matchmaking has been completed?" Xia Jinting's conversation was snatched by passers-by who had never thought of passing by.Mrs. Ma also had a flamboyant temper, and responded loudly: "It will be done as soon as you see it."

Mrs. Ma?Jiang family?

Xia Jinting secretly thought about the title, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

After Mrs. Ma finished the meeting, she said something to Xia Jinting: "Are you sleepy? Wake up and drowsy. You can't do it when you see Young Master Jiang Kuan in this way. He is a new-style character. They say they have to meet before marriage."

Xia Jinting was still confused, but only after hearing the name Jiang Kuan did he suddenly realize that everything in front of him is clearly the plot of a pure love novel!

The reason why he remembers it so clearly is because the novel's scumbags are scorned, and black and white are turned upside down. Xia Jinting, seeing that the protagonist was designed by the study of drifting across the oceans, resisted reading half of it, and then he was criticized one after another. Surprised by the operation, he finally glanced at the ending and abandoned the article.

The name of the protagonist Gong is one of the slots.

Jiang Kuan, from his name, should be a magnanimous person, but in the book, he speaks and acts extremely harshly.The Jiang family has been in business for generations, and they are engaged in the business of silk and satin fabrics. As an only son, Jiang Kuan was spoiled a lot when he was a child, and he was born as an idiot. He doesn't care about his serious business, but he is good at eating, drinking and having fun.

The Jiang family originally wanted to marry him, but the fortune-teller hired with a lot of money insisted that Jiang Kuan would keep his wife all his life, and only by marrying a man with the same birth date can he solve the disaster.

The whole Jiang family was shocked and asked the fortune teller carefully for the explanation, but they lost their mind for a while.

Coincidentally, Jiang Kuan is very masculine, seeing his family worry about his marriage, he simply confessed.

The Jiang family refused at first, because the matter of marrying a male wife was too shocking. Since ancient times, there have been so many masculine people, and no one has been married by three matchmakers and six hires.

I don't know who spread the news, the women from good families hid far away when they saw Jiang Kuan, and the matchmaker who came to the door enthusiastically in the past few days disappeared.

When Jiang's family was in dire straits, a manager named Xia Dayong in Jiangji silk and satin village found a way to send his son's horoscope to Mr. Jiang's desk.

Somehow, after Mr. Jiang combined his horoscope, he agreed to the marriage.

One wants to marry a man, and the other wants to sell his son, and the two parties have a tacit understanding.

And Xia Jinting was the unlucky son who was sold.