Shen Qi dragged her suitcase into the master bedroom, planning to hang a few of her clothes in the wardrobe. When she opened the closet door, she found it already packed full with clothes, shoes, and matching bags for different seasons.
Shen Qi gave a bitter smile. She didn’t want to touch any of these things, to avoid any confusion when she eventually left. Pushing aside the luxury brands, she hung up a few slightly worn-out clothes.
Just as she was about to check out the other rooms, her phone rang. This number was for work, so she answered without hesitation: "Hello, this is stylist Shen Qi."
An unfamiliar male voice came from the other end: "Miss Shen, hello. I’m Xiao Chun, chief assistant to the president of the He Corporation. The president has ordered me to pick you up immediately to start work."
Shen Qi’s mind wavered for a moment. He Yining really wanted her to work for him to pay off the debt? Right now, she was still, in name, his elder brother’s wife... Of course, the He family never considered her one of their own, and He Yining probably didn’t even know she was his brother’s spouse, did he?
This wedding was probably the most low-key in history—a wedding where the couple didn’t know or see each other. That was fine! It kept things clean, with no entanglements. She’d earn enough to pay off the debt quickly and get far away from this terrifying man and those dreadful families!
Shen Qi agreed immediately and asked for the address. She quickly changed out of her clothes, removed her makeup, took a quick shower, and grabbed a white shirt and blue jeans from the wardrobe. Within half an hour, she was standing before He Yining, makeup kit in hand.
Shen Qi skillfully opened her kit and asked matter-of-factly: "President He, do you have any specific brand preferences? Are mine acceptable?" Since she usually dealt with high-society clients, her kit always contained international first-tier brands like Chanel and Dior. If the client had no preparations or special requirements, she’d pick a suitable brand from her own collection.
"No," He Yining replied, lounging lazily in front of the mirror, watching Shen Qi busily at work with keen interest. Three months later, she seemed to have moved past that blow. But he still enjoyed seeing her flustered.
Shen Qi carefully examined He Yining’s skin—it was enviably good. For a man, its texture was enough to make women jealous. She had styled many men, but none matched He Yining’s refinement. As a stylist, she could instantly tell whether someone was naturally gifted or had gone under the knife. Clearly, He Yining was one hundred percent natural.
Shen Qi quickly slipped into work mode, leaning closer to He Yining. Her lowered chest was directly in his line of sight, and her delicate collarbone and birthmark caught his eye. He Yining felt her slightly cool fingers glide across his cheek, and where they touched, an inexplicable tingle sparked. His narrow phoenix eyes deepened.
After thoroughly assessing his skin, Shen Qi turned to pick a new Lancôme skincare product from her bag and casually asked, "What occasion are you attending later?"
"A date," He Yining replied, his narrow eyes sweeping over Shen Qi’s brows and eyes, confirming her question was purely work-related, not out of personal interest in him.