On the highest floor of An Qing, Chen Limei sat inside her office. Instead of sitting in the chair behind her desk, she sat on the couch. She wore a royal blue dress that framed her body perfectly. In her hand was a cup of tea as she leisurely drank it.


    After a few sips of the tea, she set the cup down and reach for a folder on the coffee table in front of her. Opening it, she flips through the pages and smile curl on her lip. She nce across from her.


    "Is this all of it?"


    "Yes, it is."


    Sitting on the couch across from her is another woman. She wore a green dress with a white zer. In her hand was a simr cup like Chen Limei’s. She smiles and also set the cup down.


    "Just a few adjustments to them and everyone will believe that you are the one who designed them."


    Chen Limei smirk and close the folder. She stood up from her seat and walks over to the phone on her desk. Picking it up, she dials a number.


    ["CEO Chen."]


    "Escort Miss Ming to her car."


    ["Yes ma’am."]


    She hangs up the phone and smiles again at the woman, "It’s a pleasure doing business, Ming Yue."


    Ming Yue grabs her handbag and put the handle strap over her shoulder. She smiles at Chen Limei with a nod.


    "It’s only likely that I choose the winning side. I also hope that you keep your deal to me."


    Before Chen Limei could say anything, the door to her office is pushed open. Both women turn to the person and sees a tall slender man in a ck fitted suit.


    "CEO Chen."


    Chen Limei nod her head to the man, then she looks at Ming Yue. She gesture with her hand to the door.


    "This is one of my security guards, he will escort you out."


    Ming Yue nod her head and follows the man out of the room like a proud woman. However, she did not see the disgust in Chen Limei’s eyes from behind.


    The woman sneered at Ming Yue. She had to admit, Ming Yue has courage for betraying her superior, but that betrayal will backfire on her in the future.


    Quickly after Ming Yue left the room, a Knick resound from the door. A woman in a ck suit enters the office with a tablet in her hand.


    "CEO Chen, your afternoon meeting is schedule in thirty minutes."


    "Mm, have all my documents prepare."


    Chen Limei hands the woman the folder Ming Yue brought in, "Have the design team make adjustments to these designs. Change them to what we have for the fashion show."


    "I’ll have it done right away."


    Handing the folder to the woman, Chen Limei takes the tablet and walk back to her desk. She scroll through the tablet and frown.


    "Still nothing on De L’amour’s designer?"


    The woman shook her head, "We’ve had the tech team search, but we only hit a dead end."


    Chen Limei frown and ce the tablet down on her desk. She sits on her ck swivel chair and ponder in thoughts.


    Ever since she took over the CEO position at An Qing, she has tried every method to find out who is the designer of De L’amour, but she always failed.


    From her time here, De L’amour is likely a brand under a contract with An Qing. If not, how is it that An Qing is worldwide, while De L’amour is barely anywhere but the designs?


    It is also because of De L’amour that she wants to overthrow the brand. With theunch of her design in the fashion show, An Qing will rise to the top and it would be without the help of De L’amour.


    Ending her thoughts, she looks at the woman as she remembers something.


    "The fashion show is in two days, have we received a response from Han Yue Ling?"


    The woman shook her head, "No response, but we’ve signed a contract with rising model, Ning Mei."


    Chen Limei pout her lip then nod her head, "Mm... Inform everyone to prepare well. Also have Ning Mei be the opening model in the show."


    "Yes, CEO Chen."


    The woman excuse herself out of the room knowing there is nothing more to discuss. Leaving Chen Limei alone in her office, she sighed aloud.


    She had hoped that the famous supermodel would be her opening model, but now she must go with her n b. It has been known that only a few in the world ever gets the chance to sign a contract with the model.


    Even her private life is sealed away from the world that the media cannot find anything. Let alone what the retired model has been doing.


    Sighing again, Chen Limei thinks of the positive possibilities. She has a contract with Ning Mei, a rising model in the entertainment industry, so there’s no way she will lose in the show.


    After all, she had paid a huge figure to the producer to change the show order. Her design will go first and De L’amourst. That way, the world will see that De L’amour giarize her design.


    While Chen Limei was immerse in her n, at this time, on the rooftop of Rosewood Hotel, the supermodel and business king sat at the far end corner. Delicious tes for food were ced on the table in front of them with the view of Imperial in panoramic view.


    However, Yue Ling couldn’t help but nce around the restaurant with questioning eyes. When they arrived here, she had thought Lu Tian’s ’reservation’ was due to lunch hour rush, but she had thought wrong.


    With the many tables on the rooftop, there were only a few people.


    One table sat a couple, another table sat four men, seemingly like they are on a business lunch. Another table sat only one man reading the newspaper.


    The space between her brows crease into three lines. She looks at Lu Tian and her eyes narrow.


    "Tian, do people not like to eat here?"


    "....."


    Lu Tian nce at his wife and he swore he almost choked on his own saliva. He clears his throat and shrug his shoulder.


    "Not many people cane here."


    "..."


    Yue Ling blinked her eyes hearing his words. Not many people cane here? If that’s the case, just what kind of people are these ’many’ people?!


    Like the good husband he is, Lu Tian reach for the chopstick and picks up a piece of meat. He ce it down on his wife’s te.


    "Eat. The food will get cold."


    Hearing this, Yue Ling nce down at the piece of meat. A smile appears on her face and she did just as she was told.


    She wasn’t hungry, but the baby inside of her is.


    Lu Tian watched her eat, then he did the same. Each time he takes a bite, he didn’t forget to to pick more food and put it on his wife’s te.


    Remembering something, Yue Ling put her chopsticks down and looked attentively at Lu Tian.


    "Tian."


    Seeing her movement, Lu Tian also put his chopstick down. His dark eyes met Yue Ling’s bluish green one right away. He didn’t speak a word, but his expression was enough to tell her to continue.


    "I’m going to model again."


    Lu Tian arch a brow. He isn’t surprised about this sudden news. Xu Long has mentioned about an uing fashion show that his wife is partaking in. If it had been the him in the past, he would have cared, but this involved his wife. He has every reason to care.


    However, he must y along and act as if he doesn’t know anything. After all, he just a business man.


    "I thought you retired from modeling?"


    "I did." Yue Ling quickly replies, she reach a hand forward and ce it over Lu Tian’s, "but this will be thest time."


    She looks to the panoramic view and smile faintly, "This is something I have to do."


    Lu Tian gaze at his wife. What does she mean by, ’this is something I have to do’? If he can, he wants to ask her the meaning behind those words, but he can’t bring himself to ask.


    In life, there are some things you can ask and some you shouldn’t. If his wife wanted to tell him, she would have done so, instead of the way she did.


    Oblivious to Lu Tian knowingly thoughts, Yue Ling turns to look back at him.


    "I’ll be modeling for an uing fashion show here in Imperial. Will youe watch?"


    "Mm."


    Li Tian quickly answers. Even if she had not ask him, he will still go and watch. How can he miss this opportunity to see his wife model? It will also be his way of supporting her.


    To let her know that he is her number one fan and will always be in the front row at everything she decides to do.