Things always go wrong, Song Yuqiao was originally wearing a professional attire to work today, but this afternoon, when helping Zheng Qing move his professional equipment, the white professional attire got stained with ink. It's basically unwearable now. So he changed into his own T-shirt and shorts, and found a baseball cap in Zheng Qing's car, which he put on to cover up the scar on his forehead that had scabbed over and looked ugly.

  The desire for beauty is universal among human beings.

  Then, Song Yuqiao was recognized by Old Lady Pei as a food delivery person.

  Mrs. Pei thought it was her third son who had paid, so she directly took the takeout bag and closed the door without saying a word.

  Song Yuqiao wiped the ash off his nose and turned to leave.

  As long as the goods arrive safely, it's all good.

  Just took two steps forward, Mrs. Pei inside the door suddenly opened the door again, "Ah girl, forgot to give you money. How much?"

  Song Yuqiao was taken aback and waved his hand, saying: "No need for money."

  Mrs. Pei was delighted at once.

  What a good girl she is! She delivers goods to your doorstep and doesn't even charge you. A girl with such vision must be quite exceptional.

  "Hey girl, wait up."

  Song Yuqiao stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked at Mrs. Pei with a questioning gaze.

  Mrs. Pei walked over and directly pulled Song Yuqiao's hand, saying: "You help me with something."

  "What's wrong?"

  "Come in first."

  Then, Song Yuqiao was pulled into the house by this "auntie" in a daze.

  "Are you a post-90s?"

  Song Yu nodded.

  Just barely made it, I suppose.

  Mrs. Pei took out an iPad from her bag and handed it to Song Yuqiao, opening the shopping cart on a certain treasure, "Can you help me see which one of these clothes looks good on me?" She pointed at the skirts above, continuing to say, "I've already asked my husband's opinion. Later I'll ask my son and grandson's opinions, and several generations will be together."

  It's time to go on stage now.

  This "auntie babysitter" was so enthusiastic that when she first took the iPad, Song Yuqiao almost thought she was selling insurance.

  There were over a dozen tabs open on the browser, and Song Yuqiao looked through them one by one, furrowing her brow. These clothes weren't even of the same type. There were cotton dresses, linen shirts, embroidered skirts, and straight-leg pants... how was she supposed to choose?

  "They all look good." Song Yuqiao said.

  Mrs. Pei is over the moon, this is indeed the vision of a 90s kid, she can really keep up with the trend.

  "They all look good but I can't buy them all, at most... " The old lady looked up at the ceiling and steeled herself, "Buy three?"

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  "Only five pieces, can't be more," Mrs. Pei sighed, "My old man won't let me shop online anymore, last time I bought a whole box of clothes at once, he said if I buy so much again, he'll directly throw me to Taobao as a customer service..."

  Mrs. Pei leaned forward and lowered her voice, saying: "This time I sneaked out to buy it without telling my old man, if he finds out, I'll be in for a scolding."

  Song Yuqiao thought that the old man "Baomu Auntie" didn't let her buy clothes because he was afraid of spending money, so she chose the cheapest five pieces among these dozens of clothes.

  Mrs. Pei had a good impression of the girl, so she wanted to use her own eyes to help screen potential blind dates for her eldest and third sons.

  "Huh? Not in this folder, where is it?"

  Mrs. Pei was almost at her wit's end.

  "What's the name of the folder?"

  "Blind date."

  Song Yuqiao directly entered "blind date" in the search bar and found this blind date folder.

  Mrs. Pei's eyes lit up: "So amazing!"

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  However, just as Mrs. Pei opened the first photo, Song Yuqiao's phone rang, and it was a call from Zheng Qing.

  Song Yuqiao answered the call and glanced at the "auntie" beside him, then turned his phone around. "Director Zheng."

  Zheng Qing said: "It's been two hours! I'm about to get off work, when are you going to bring the car back to me?"

  Song Yuqiao said: "I'll be right there, give me ten more minutes."

  Hanging up the phone, Song Yuqiao explained to Mrs. Pei that she had to leave, as there were many things to attend to at work.

  Mrs. Pei was particularly sympathetic and said, "I understand, it's all because of the unscrupulous bosses, I know what it's like to be in your line of work."

  As he was leaving, he also took 20 yuan from the TV and handed it to Song Yuqiao: "Your tip."

  Song Yuqiao declined but Mrs. Pei insisted on giving it to her. Guess what pill number.

  It's all the son's money at home, and it's also good to have such a messy household, you never know where you can find a note to buy human feelings.

  Seeing Song Yuqiao off at the door, Old Lady Pei said: "Let me take down your phone number, so I can take care of your business in the future and give you a commission."

  Song Yuqiao was taken aback.

  This "auntie babysitter" has to take care of herself... what business?

  Mrs. Pei has already taken out her mobile phone and urged Song Yuqiao, who was stunned, "Quickly tell me your phone number, I'll call you."

  After Song Yuqiao left, Mrs. Pei returned to the house, happily paid for the five pieces of clothing, and turned her head to look at the take-out bag on the coffee table.

  What kind of takeaway is Pei San calling?

  Inside the bag is a round paper box, smelling stinky. Looking inside, it's actually stinky tofu?! My son and grandson can eat such trash food?! There isn't a woman in charge at home, really making one worried.

  But it looks good anyway.

  Since I came to C city, I haven't had stinky tofu a few times yet.

  Want to try some?

  Good, there are ten pieces in total, she only eats one piece, just a taste.

  ………………

  In the evening, when Pei Su brought his son back home and just opened the door, he received a call from Old Lady Pei.

  "Son, just now mom went to your house to get some pajamas and happened to meet a food delivery guy, so she ate two pieces of stinky tofu."

  Pei Si Cheng's movements slightly paused, he raised an eyebrow and hummed a response, holding his phone in one hand while bending down to change shoes.

  Mrs. Pei laughed on the other end of the phone: "Hehe, send Mom the address of that stinky tofu shop, it tastes pretty good, hehehe."

  It wasn't until Mrs. Pei hung up the phone that she came to her senses, and she could have just called the delivery girl directly, and also made an appointment for their next meeting.

  Bai Haoyu smelled it as soon as he entered the door, and he was indeed a dog-nosed man.

  On the tea table was a small round box, he rushed over excitedly, and it turned out to be stinky tofu!

  "Why is there only half a piece of stinky tofu left?!"

  Pei Xiao Huo's little friend quickly swallowed the remaining half piece of stinky tofu before his dad came over and wiped his mouth.

  Pei Si picked up the empty box, took a look at the logo printed on it, searched for a detailed address online, and sent it to Old Lady Pei.

  ……………………

  Song Yuqiao drove back to the company, looked up and saw that all the lights in the office building had been turned off. Zheng Qing was standing at the entrance of the company, pacing back and forth.

  As night falls, this commercial center sinks into silence. On one street, except for the faint light of street lamps, a small area cut off by skyscrapers weakens the faint starlight.

  "Sorry," Song Yuqiao stopped the car, "I just got lost and wasted a bit of time."

  Song Yuqiao unfastened her seatbelt and got out of the car, for a moment it seemed like she saw Zheng Qing looking at her with an unusual gaze, but Zheng Qing immediately walked over and said: "Did you buy everything?"

  "I've got them all," Song Yuqiao took out a shopping voucher and some change from his wallet, "haven't used it up yet."

  "Here's your taxi fare," Zheng Qing said, "get in, I'll drive you back first."

  "Jinshui community is in trouble."

  Zheng Qing is quite lively, so there was no awkward silence along the way.

  "Is this where you bought the house?" Zheng Qing stuck her head out of the car window and took a look when they arrived at the entrance of the community.

  "It's not bought, it's rented house."

  "Houses in this area are not cheap, and you can't get one for less than 5,000 yuan a month."

  Song Yuqiao was taken aback upon hearing this.

  However, her rent is only 2,500 yuan per month. The landlord also said that he would let his daughter stay for two days every month and deduct 200 yuan from the rent. However, it has been several months since she moved in, but not only has the landlord's daughter not been seen, but even the landlord himself has not appeared again.

  A bit strange.

  "Are you acquainted with the landlord?"

  Song Yuqiao shook her head, she was looking at the house through an intermediary, how could she know the landlord.

  After getting off the car and saying goodbye to Zheng Qing, Song Yuqiao walked down to the lobby, where she coincidentally bumped into Han Jinyu who had just come downstairs.

  Han Jin Yu's face was as cold as frost, with two people following closely behind him, exuding an aura of icy killing intent. As he emerged from the darkness, he turned to notice Song Yu Qiao standing beside him.

  "Hello, Han, Brother Han." Song Yuqiao's tongue was a bit knotted.

  Han Jinyu heard Song Yuqiao's voice and couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head: "Yuqiao, are you off work?"

  Song Yu nodded, seeing Han Jinyu staring at the takeout bag in his hand, he directly stretched out his hand and said, "This is stinky tofu I bought outside, it tastes good, Brother Han try some."

  "Is it for your sister?" Han Jinyu said, "If I snatched something you bought for her, she would probably get angry again."

  "No," said Song Yuqiao, "I'll buy it for my sister again tomorrow."

  After saying two sentences, a car slowly drove over from the front. Han Jinyu took the bag handed over by Song Yuqiao and said: "I'll go first, I'll be busy for the next two days, so I might not be able to come here."

  Song Yuqiao immediately promised: "I will definitely take good care of my sister, don't worry."

  Han Jinyu nodded and got into the car.

  Song Yuqiao watched as the car slowly drove away, turned a corner and disappeared behind the lush Four Seasons Greenery, before finally letting out a long sigh and going upstairs.

  Why did she think Han Jin Yu was a terrifying person with an aura of killing intent all over him, but her sister Song Shuying wasn't afraid of him at all.

  ………………

  Having a meal with good friends during work breaks is the best.

  It had been over a dozen days since Song Yuqiao last saw Hua Zhen after getting drunk at the bar, and also because of the busy design work in the company, he didn't have time to contact Hua Zhen.

  Until this morning, Song Yuqiao had just woken up from his sleep and reached for his mobile phone to check the time, only to see a text message sent by the bank.

  It is said that there is an income from overseas.

  Song Yuqiao suddenly thought of the last time she opened an account, and Lu Lu said that she would transfer a sum of money over. She didn't think much about it, just took a glance, and then closed her eyes again, but three seconds later, she suddenly opened her eyes wide and sat up in bed at once.

  How many zeros were there after that number?!

  Song Yuqiao took out her mobile phone and confirmed it, then immediately made an international long-distance call to Lu Lu, but no one answered on the other end, and it was finally transferred to a voicemail.

  Song Yuqiao said into the phone: "Lu Lu, see my message and call me back immediately, I have something urgent."

  Song Yuqiao put down her phone and sat on the bed for a while, thinking about the hundreds of millions of dollars, feeling that her bank account was not secure enough, so she called Hua Shuo and made an appointment to have lunch together at noon.

  Hua Zhen listened to Song Yuqiao and said, "You're not unaware of that person's character. At that time, she went to Australia with a man, an American rich businessman. The breakup fee, emotional distress fee, and other expenses must have been substantial."

  "But why did she want to transfer the money to me?"

  Hua Yun was also a bit puzzled, shaking her head: "Logically speaking, she could just open an account for herself... but it's also possible that she didn't want others to know about this money, and besides, isn't she going back to the country?"

  Song Yuqiao felt anxious in her heart, thinking that when she passed by the bank later, she would see if there was any way to upgrade the security performance of her account.

  Whenever talking to Hua Zhuan, three sentences can't be separated from Pei Shu Cheng.

  But now, Song Yuqiao really didn't want to mention Pei Si Cheng. Every time she mentioned him, it was as if the hard, sharp tip of a feather had poked at a soft spot deep within her heart.

  Huà Huàn said: "Zhang Menglin that little cheap woman yesterday evening sent a Weibo, also @ me once, suddenly I gained a lot of black powder."

  Song Yuqiao chewed slowly while listening to Hua Zhen's words.

  "Do you know what she said in that Weibo post? She said Pei Ci is planning her 18th birthday party for August, and invited some famous designer, who customized the jewelry, who had an 18th birthday as disgusting as hers. It's only May now, and they're preparing for three months," Hua Shuo said, "The most disgusting thing is that she @ me what? Want me to design the dress for her to wear that day! This person really doesn't know shame, do I have a good relationship with her? Let me design a dress for her, directly wrapping her in a piece of broken cloth and letting her go on the street would be enough. I hired some water army online this morning, specifically to fight with those brainless fans under her Weibo post, all kinds of brushing."

  Song Yuqiao looked at Hua Zhen with a bit of speechlessness: "You really have nothing better to do."

  "Yes, I'm so idle that I'm about to grow fur," said Hua Zhen. "I just finished designing a new evening gown and I'd like you to come over after work today to model it for me."

  "With so many people in your team, can't you find someone to be a model?" Song Yuqiao pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth, saying, "Next week we have to hand in the order for Jagger's, these few days we'll be working overtime at night, I probably won't have time to come."

  "Jia Ge?" Hua Xuan said, "Why didn't you say so earlier? My uncle is familiar with Jia Ge's high-level executives. What's the need to add shifts? Just give them the contract directly."

  Song Yuqiao originally thought that Huazhen was just talking, but in the afternoon, while discussing with Zheng Qing about the design draft that needed to be changed, Dai Lin card called Zheng Qing and Song Yuqiao into the office.

  "Jia Ge's people have already called and said that we've been internally selected, now we can directly discuss the details of the talent show with the director team."

  Zheng Qing: "......"

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  The two of them stood there for a moment, both seemingly petrified, staring at each other with wide eyes.

  Dai Lin pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose: "Indeed, it was a bit sudden, but you can at least relax today. Yu Qiao, contact the person in charge of Jia Ge tomorrow or the day after tomorrow and discuss with him the specific work schedule, write me a work plan."

  Song Yuqiao was the first to come back to his senses from the petrified state and said, "Good."

  ………………

  This time, getting the contract was within expectations, as Zheng Qing was very confident in his design, and now it's just a matter of skipping one step.

  However, this time all the shortlisted companies are relatively strong advertising agencies. Just because their own ad designs are good doesn't mean they can't handle others' ad designs.

  Song Yuqiao felt that if it wasn't for Hua Zhen finding her cousin Tang Qishan, the outcome of this time might not have been decided yet.

  Then he said that after work, they would go out all night and have a wild celebration for getting the single.

  But Song Yuqiao had to leave early, so the party was postponed from tonight to tomorrow night.

  "You guys go ahead, no need to wait for me." Song Yuqiao was a bit reluctant, originally Little Li had already booked the private room.

  Everyone said that gathering again tomorrow is also fine, as long as everyone is present.

  Song Yuqiao's relationships with her colleagues in the office were generally good, but she didn't know how many of them were genuine and how many were just pretending. After all, her identity had already spread throughout the office, and there were many rumors and gossip about her. Even those who used to ask her to print materials or make coffee for them almost never did so anymore. Whenever they met, they would greet her with a smile, and even if she occasionally made mistakes, they would just laugh it off with a tolerant smile.

  Is it really true that one should look at the Buddha's face but not the monk's?

  Song Yuqiao sneered inwardly. If she still couldn't get Ye Zenan's call by Friday, she would go find a lawyer.

  ………………

  Huazhen arrived on time and picked up Song Yuqiao, then they went to a dress shop.

  This time, Huazhu designed a small evening dress, pink in color, with a bow tie design on the front, and three layers of gauze at the hem, with a gradual change in color, the outermost layer being organza, giving it a flowing feel.

  "I'm not a young girl of seventeen or eighteen anymore, I really can't wear this color."

  Hua Yun thrust the dress into Song Yuqiao's hands and walked towards the fitting room: "Since you won't let me wear it out, help me try it on and see how it looks."

  Song Yuqiao wanted to refuse but didn't have time, really don't know why Hua Zhen is so enthusiastic about letting her be a model this time.

  Hua Zhen said: "You don't know how expensive it is to hire a model now, the remaining money is not enough for me to take you out for a seafood meal. As I always say, your figure is in golden proportion, such a good figure is wasted on business attire every day, if you become a model, you will definitely make Zhang Menglin that little cheap woman die of envy."

  Song Yuqiao had just entered the dressing room when two uninvited guests arrived.

  Some people really can't be mentioned, whoever is mentioned will show up.

  Hua Yun blinked her eyes.

  It's Zhang Menglin again! He really is following Pei Si Cheng everywhere like a ghost.

  Zhang Menglin wasn't too surprised when she saw Hua Zhen, instead she walked over with a big smile on her face, "Hua Zhen jie, are you also picking out a wedding dress?"

  Huā Jiàn coldly smiled and said: "This store is mine, I am the designer, eighty percent of the dresses here are designed by me."

  Zhang Menglin actually knew it a long time ago, but now she pretended to be surprised: "Really? Sister Huazhen, you're really amazing."

  Hua Zhen really wanted to slap the fake smile off Zhang Menglin's face. What's so excellent about it? Does she have to say it with such a pretentious tone? It made her skin crawl. But for now, she still had to speak in a gentle and polite manner, "No matter how excellent you are, you can't compare to an actress like you. You can perform whatever you want, whenever you want, like doing a striptease on stage, it's just so high-end."

  Zhang Menglin now hates it the most when others use her identity in the movie as a conversation topic, because since the movie was released, she was actually rated as the worst female supporting actress on the internet, and some people even attacked her as a box office poison.

  She was a model-turned-actress and not a professional actress, don't be so harsh on her, she has made great progress compared to her previous movie.

  Just as Zhang Menglin was about to retort, Pei Si Cheng suddenly called out to her: "Hey, come and take a look at this set of clothes, how is it?"

  "Hmm, brother-in-law, which set?"

  Zhang Menglin's tone changed immediately, deliberately saying this sentence with a straight face and a round mouth, so that Hua Zhen could stare blankly in the back.

  This time she went to the Pei's building specifically to find Pei Si Cheng, and finally invited Pei Si Cheng over, accompanying her to see the birthday party dress.

  Pei Su Cheng took out a pale blue evening dress, the color was very beautiful, it was backless, Zhang Meng Lin's heart was delighted, she called out to Hua Shuang who was behind her: "Hua Shuang sister, come over and introduce us, isn't this dress designed by you? What kind of fabric is it?"

  Huā jiàn really is angry and frustrated.

  This is her store, and now Zhang Menglin actually wants her to entertain her?! It's simply delusional.

  "Get out!" Huazhen directly went over and snatched the evening dress from Zhang Menglin's hand, saying as she pushed her out, "You're not welcome here, get out!"

  "Ah yo!" Zhang Menglin exclaimed, as if Hua Zhen had really bumped into her just now. "Do you do business like this? All comers are guests, don't you even understand this basic principle and yet still run a shop?"

  "I'm the designer, I'm the owner, I have the right to decide who I serve and who I don't, even if I close down tomorrow. What's it to you? I just don't like your face, so from now on, I'll put up a sign at the door: Zhang Menglin and dogs are not allowed in."

  "You..."

  Zhang Menglin's tongue was never as sharp as Hua Yun's, but after two sentences, the outcome was already clear.

  Just as the two were arguing, Pei Si took a step forward and his gaze fell on a beautiful figure who had just walked out of the dressing room in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

  Outside a row of dressing rooms, it's like a mirrored corridor, with mirrors on all sides and the ceiling above is also mirrored, allowing people trying on clothes to see themselves from 360 degrees.

  Song Yuqiao had just heard the noise outside in the dressing room, but didn't pay attention to it. It wasn't until she changed her clothes and came out of the dressing room that she noticed Hua Zhen was arguing with Zhang Menglin.

  Now don't go out and look for trouble yourself, especially wearing such a pink tender little dress.

  The evening dress was not long, just barely reaching the thigh position, and the neck tie was two silk ribbons. Song Yuqiao had just tied a bow at the back of her neck, wearing a pink dress, and suddenly the little girl's heart inside began to swell, as if she had become five years younger all at once.

  But no matter how good it looks, it has to be changed. Huazhen is definitely not in the mood to look at her dress now. Just as Song Yuqiao was about to turn around and enter the dressing room, the light on her head went out.

  The lamp on the mirror is not a voice-controlled lamp, Song Yuqiao clearly heard that it was turned off with a click, and it's absolutely not a problem with the light bulb or electricity.

  In the darkness, she felt someone approaching step by step from behind. When the warm breath reached her face, Song Yuqiao lowered her voice and asked, "Who?"

  Her voice had a slight tremble, which was an uncontrollable quiver of fear.

  Right after that, a pair of hands grasped her waist: "It's me."

  Then, with a gentle force, Song Yuqiao was led into the dressing room, the door of the cubicle locked behind her, and she leaned back against the door panel.