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Translated by Eve

Edited by Kara

“Wait, that’s strange. Very few people know that Yu Yan and I have dated. Where did you hear about this from?”

Song Xuanhe gave him a perfunctory answer. “I could tell that you two must have had something going on from your expression just now. Besides, everyone knows that you’ve been on and off with your first love. How could I not put things together?”

“Is that so….?” Zhou Nan picked up some food with his chopsticks. He ate a few bites and then suddenly turned to look at Song Xuanhe. “Do you think he’ll get back together with me if I ask him?”

“Yes.”

Song Xuanhe had answered very decisively. Zhou Nan had nearly believed him. However, this thought had only lasted a second before the light in his eyes slowly dimmed. “You don’t even know him. How would you know whether or not he’d agree?”

“Mn.” Song Xuanhe declined to comment and continued to eat calmly.

“You know, ever since you and Xiao Yuanmu broke up, you’ve become more and more like him.” Zhou Nan stared at Song Xuanhe’s tranquil profile. “You’re becoming more and more expressionless, saying less, and….”

“And what?”

Zhou Nan shook his head and said, “I also think that—”

“Xuanhe.” Xiao Shenglin, who had just come back from answering a call, interrupted Zhou Nan. “Feng Tong’s going to come over in a bit. He said that he has something to talk to you about. Do you want to see him?”

Song Xuanhe pondered over it and then nodded. “I’ll go get him in a bit.”

Zhou Nan dropped the topic after having been interrupted by Xiao Shenglin. After lunch, Song Xuanhe received Feng Tong’s call and went to wait for him in the tea room.

Two knocks sounded against the door. Song Xuanhe told the person on the other side to come in. Feng Tong was then brought in by a waiter.

Feng Tong took off his coat and smiled. “This mountain’s not bad. I almost couldn’t stop myself from doing a round of skiing while coming here.”

Song Xuanhe handed him a cup of brewed tea and grinned back. “You can try it out after we’re done with tea unless you have any other plans this afternoon.”

“Does convincing you to work with me count?”

“Then, I guess you should just go ski.” Song Xuanhe smiled. His smile then dropped, a serious expression replacing it. “I’m really sorry, but I don’t have any intention of joining any studio at present. Aside from the fact that I’m still with the Song Group, there are also a few other reasons why. I hope you can understand.”

Feng Tong laughed. He didn’t reply to his words. Instead, he said, “Do you remember Jiang Deyi, who came to my birthday get-together last time?”

Song Xuanhe raised a brow, indicating for Feng Tong to continue.

“When he had heard that I was going to open up a studio, he sent me an email. Attached was a recommendation letter from his teacher. He wants to become one of the creators for my studio.” Feng Tong could see that Song Xuanhe didn’t look angry or seemed to care. He continued, “I don’t resonate with his designs very much, so I had refused.”

“However, I later received an email from his teacher. His teacher stressed Jiang Deyi’s current value. He outlined his worth, aside from his latent designing potential, and asked me to compromise….”