She glanced at Yuan Yang, âYuan Yang, change your assistant. I donât want her anymore. Who knows what ill intentions she harbors in her heart.â
Yuan Yang kept silent. He was placed in a difficult position. This was his arrangement, now he has to change it? Because of this trivial matter does he have to sentence his apprentice who had always been dedicated to her job to death? Thereâs no doubt that this will be harmful to her.
No one made a sound.
Tonight is too stressful.
It is you who is causing trouble but it is her. Everyone is tired.
âJiang Tiao.â Someone suddenly spoke.
That deep voice rang through the air.
Everyone followed the direction of that voice. The owner isâ¦.
Fu Ting Chuan.
The man looked over at Jiang Tiao. His pupil is dark and sharp, like an owl in the deep night, âCome here.â
His was concise and comprehensive, leaving no room for them to comment.
Jiang Tiao doesnât know what his intentions are but went to his side with ease.
âStand there.â He directed then he called someone else. âYuan Yang.â
Yuan Yang didnât expect to be called by him as he cast him a doubtful look.
Fu Ting Chuan raised his chin to Bai Rui, âGo over there.â
Yuan Yang, â?â
âGo.â He repeated. This time it is an order.
Yuan Yang is a clever person so he has strong observation skills. He can probably guess what Fu Ting Chuanâs intentions are.
Then he walked to Bai Ruiâs side and stood still.
âThere.â Fu Ting Chuan looked at Jiang Tiao, âFrom now on, you are my makeup and hair stylist. Yuan Yang will be responsible for Miss Bai.â
Assistant Xuâs eyes bulged out in surprise as he pulled his shirt: what are you doing?
Fu Ting Chuan simply ignored him. He calmly confronted Bai Rui, âMiss Bai, what do you think of this arrangement?â
âWhat do you mean, Fu Ting Chuan.â Bai Rui placed her hand on the armrest and looked at him in amusement. She doesnât quite understand why this man who had always kept a low profile would bring himself into this situation.
Fu Ting Chuan quirked his lips as he emotionlessly smiled, âMy hair is short so it wonât get tangled. I wonât be afraid of getting hurt. Teacher Yuan is the best makeup artist, I will leave him to you.â He paused, âThis is what I mean.â
He leaned forward to pick up the comb from the table. He stuffed it into the hand of the muddle-headed woman, âHere, continue on with your work.â
**
Jiang Tiaoâs chest continues to rise up and down, feeling very uncertain.
She combed through that manâs hair which is so short that it can be considered uninteresting.
Everything just happened too suddenly that she didnât have time to digest and absorb the information.
The action of holding a comb is all in vain now as if it is floating through a field of cotton.
The crisis has been averted and everyone else continued to do their own thing.
Bai Rui crossed her arm across her chest and didnât say anything as if she had tacitly accepted this arrangement.
Besides, there is more for her to learn with each passing day. She shouldnât offend Fu Ting Chuan as well.
The manâs presence stifled the air.
Not a single sound could be heard.
Fu Ting Chuan faced his back to Jiang Tiao. Like the first time she helped him apply makeup, he just quietly sat there.
His shoulders are broad and strong like a wall that can provide shelter from the rain and wind.
Was he defending her? Or was he trying to save her from the embarrassment? Maybe she was too excited. She was wondering if she should say a word of thanks to him. But it seems that he has no intention of speaking to her again.
She stared at Fu Ting Chuan in a daze only to see him take out his phone as he typed.
The manâs sleeves were folded back revealing the muscles on his arm.
She recalled when he stuffed the comb into her hand. He used quite a deal of force that didnât allow her to resist.
In the next few minutes, the two people didnât say anything to each other.
Jiang Tiao decided to relax her heart. He didnât say anything so she shouldnât speak as well. Sometimes, silence is also a form of respect and agreement. She wants her gratitude toward him to be the driving force of her work. She must accept the current arrangement. Perhaps this is an indication of fate.
However, the next moment, Fu Ting Chuan raised his phone over his shoulder.
His back is still turned to her and he didnât say anything. Even the back of his head seems stifling.
But the little screen caught her off guard as it appeared in front of her.
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âRemember to get a rabies shot.â