After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!-Chapter 244 Go to Hell, Love!
"Chen Jiayuan, I kept your number because I still have some personal items at your place. I’ll come to pick them up when you’re free, not because I still have feelings for you."
Wan Mingyi’s voice was cold.
On the other end, Chen Jiayuan frowned slightly, his tone already somewhat displeased, "Yiyi, if you want to make a fuss or be capricious with me, there should be a limit."
"Do you think I don’t want the best for you? But go ask around outside, whose studio doesn’t have graduates from prestigious universities or jewelry majors? You, with an accounting background, doing jewelry design, which customer would want your design?"
Chen Jiayuan seemed to realize his words might be discriminating against Wan Mingyi, so his tone softened, "Look, I don’t call all the shots at Shiny. Yiyi, can you just give me some time, please? Once I’ve got a firm foothold at Shiny and have a say, I’ll hire you as a design assistant. With your ability, you’ll undoubtedly become a full-fledged designer one day, okay?"
Wan Mingyi scoffed, "What about now?"
It was as if Chen Jiayuan heard some slackening in Wan Mingyi’s attitude and his voice became somewhat urgent, "Yiyi, come back to my side, okay? Let’s be like before."
Like before?
He was the one designing, and she was the one who had to surf the internet and go to the library to collect and organize information for him.
He would lose patience after drawing for a while, toss aside his pen, and coax her to finish the rest for him.
Although she rightfully deserved half the credit, the designs submitted for interviews or competitions always bore only his signature.
According to him, "Yiyi, what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine, we don’t distinguish between the two."
Ha.
The result of this so-called sharing was that he ended up owning his design studio.
And she could only stay hidden behind him, hoping for that someday in the future when he would use his position to sneak her into the studio as a design assistant.
To hell with love!
"Chen Jiayuan, search your soul and tell me, did you really see me as a girlfriend, or was I just a nanny, bed partner, and assistant to you?"
"As for my things, please do me the favor of tossing them in the trash can. And should we cross paths in the future, do me another favor by pretending not to know me, lest the ex-accountant girlfriend tarnishes the face of Chen Jiayuan, the grand designer!"
"Chen Jiayuan, I’m done serving you!"
Those words, which she had held back for three years—times when she wanted to blurt them out but feared hurting feelings—now flowed out without a single pause.
After a liberating tirade, Wan Mingyi felt as refreshed as if she had drunk a glass of ice-cold lemonade on a sweltering July day, with one feeling from head to toe: exhilarating!
WeChat deleted.
Phone number tossed into the blacklist.
Wan Mingyi, in her thong high heels, click-clacked toward the subway station.
Had she known earlier that boss Ye Li was so easy to talk to, she wouldn’t have troubled herself.
Anti-human high heels?
Roll as far away as possible!
She should’ve come in her fuzzy Starry Loungewear and slippers.
In that case, three or five years or even over a decade later, she’d become a legend of the Jingyue Building.
Bystander A: Do you know Wan Mingyi, the great designer from Ye Li’s Studio?
Bystander B: ??? Never heard of her!
Bystander C: You know, that woman who comes to work in pajamas, completely lacking in image.
Bystander D: !!! So that’s Wan Mingyi! Truly, talented people don’t sweat the small stuff! I should’ve noticed she was different from ordinary people!
Imagining such a scenario, Wan Mingyi felt like she had taken another sip of ice-cold lemonade.
Exhilarating!!!
