The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 767 - 764 Regret

"Fangfang, you’re something else! I’ve never been able to get the better of you since I was a kid!"

An Hongyou blushed slightly, partly because she was a bit angry, and partly because she was shy.

It wasn’t shyness from being teased, but rather from the various looks from the surrounding guests.

The two had been best friends since childhood, and even after growing up, their friendship hadn’t changed much.

Usually, whenever An Hongyou was unhappy with work or emotions, she would come to Fangfang to talk things out.

This time was no different; she just wanted to vent about that man who couldn’t see what was right in front of him.

"Fangfang, stop messing around, listen to me!"

Fangfang was always not serious, and An Hongyou was so angry she stamped her feet; if the company saw her like this, they’d be scared out of their wits.

So the image of the cool and aloof female CEO was just an act! Behind the scenes, she’s actually an adorable and innocent girl!

"Okay, okay, my dear President Xiao An, go on then."

Fangfang felt if they continued messing around, the customers would be scared, so she pulled An Hongyou to sit on the stool by the counter.

An Hongyou didn’t rush to vent but instead brewed her emotions, pouting, "Today, that punk Huang Wen somehow finally opened his eyes and found a child model to try on clothes. Everyone thought the model was perfect; we even signed a long-term contract, but... but her father messed it up!"

"Huh, why did her father do that?"

Fangfang found it strange; Shi Xuan was such a big company, being able to sign a long-term contract meant considerable income.

Under normal circumstances, a child earning so much money shouldn’t be something many parents would refuse, right?

"It’s just that..."

An Hongyou’s anger ultimately turned into a few soft complaints: "It’s just that the father had his nose in the air, couldn’t even work with us to take some photos."

Then An Hongyou started her rant, getting more emotional, the more she spoke, the more resentful she became.

Even after finishing everything, her chest was still heaving, unable to calm down.

Fangfang leaned in to hug her, gently patting her beautiful back to comfort: "There there, different paths don’t lead to mutual cooperation, it’s just a stupid guy anyway. How could he cause my Xiaoxia An’an so much trouble?"

An Hongyou complained: "Finally found someone suitable, and it ended up like this. I... I really hate that guy!"

"No need to hate, across the vast world, why fixate on one person..."

Fangfang spoke softly, suddenly something seemed off in her thoughts.

Handsome young dad, princess-like daughter, An’s description of the father-daughter pair seemed similar to what she saw before.

Could it really be the same people?

With a thought to confirm, Fangfang gently asked, "Xiaoxia An’an, is the daughter you mentioned with delicate features, fair skin, like a Barbie doll?"

An Hongyou pulled back from her best friend’s embrace, surprised: "How did you know?"

Fangfang didn’t rush to answer, swallowed, and continued to verify: "And the father you mentioned, is he a laid-back, handsome guy when he smiles? About this tall."

Looking at the height Fangfang gestured, and recalling Qin Hao’s appearance, An Hongyou was stunned: "Yes, that annoying guy! But Fangfang, how did you know!"

Fangfang smiled wryly: "Because they just left!"

"He bought clothes here with you?"

As soon as An Hongyou asked, she felt at ease. If Qin Hao could tear up such a well-off contract, he probably wasn’t lacking money, so coming to her best friend’s shop to buy luxury items was normal.

But still, isn’t fate a bit peculiar?

"Yes, they bought clothes, but the one who paid was the little girl."

Seeing An Hongyou’s confusion, Fangfang smiled and recounted the earlier incident.

An Hongyou’s eyes widened, a bit surprised: "He really did that?"

"Yes."

Fangfang said with a sigh: "These days, there are many young dads, but ones as handsome as him aren’t common. Even if there are good-looking ones, those who pamper their daughters like he does are even rarer. Handsome and doting dads like him? They’re practically extinct!"

"Alright, alright! I get you think highly of him!"

An Hongyou spoke this way, but inside she was thinking differently – being handsome and doting on his daughter, he’s a good man.

But why couldn’t he agree to my small request?

Is wearing a suit and taking photos really that hard?

Aren’t I, a stunning beauty, enough to make you show a bit of sympathy?

Thinking this, An Hongyou became unhappy again. She stood up, clenched her delicate fists, "Men are all big pig trotters!"

"Yes, yes, men are all bastards!"

Fangfang echoed sympathetically, picked up the phone beside her and flipped through it a bit, "That bastard even left pictures, I think I should delete them!"

Qin Hao’s photos turned out great, worthy of being the main feature on the photo wall; she couldn’t bear to delete them, doing so was just a way to provoke her best friend.

Sure enough, An Hongyou snatched the phone in surprise: "You even took photos? Let me see."

Proficiently flipping through the album, An Hongyou, after seeing over ten photos, couldn’t put the phone down.

Her heart pounded wildly.

She was madly infatuated with the Qin Hao in the photos.

It wasn’t a romantic infatuation, but a designer’s admiration for an ideal model.

Before, she thought Qin Hao matched the vibe of her clothing, at most a conclusion based on imagination.

Now, with the real photos in front of her, she realized she might have underestimated Qin Hao.

It’s not that he matches her design clothing, it’s that her design clothing seemed tailor-made for him!

"Xiaoxia An’an, what’s wrong?"

Seeing her best friend in a daze, like her soul left her body, Fangfang gently asked.

An Hongyou was silent for a long time, reluctantly put down the phone, and sighed: "Sigh, my clothes seemed tailored for him, but why can’t we cooperate a little?"

The tone carried unwillingness and deep frustration.

Fangfang rarely saw An Hongyou so downcast.

In her memory, President An was always a workaholic brimming with energy, with advanced ideas and formidable abilities, rarely encountering setbacks at work.

Now a setback appeared, caused by a man.

Not wanting to see her best friend so down, Fangfang said: "Xiaoxia An’an, don’t be sad, I don’t think this guy is unreasonable. Maybe your attitude was too strong at the time..."

An Hongyou turned with a look of surprise, thinking carefully, perhaps her attitude when proposing cooperation was indeed a bit high and cold.

Fangfang continued: "So, you haven’t completely missed the chance. As long as next time you approach with sincerity, a better attitude and tone, reason with emotions and logic, maybe it’ll work."

An Hongyou suddenly realized, nodded slightly excitedly: "Fangfang, what you said makes sense. I also think he’s not completely hopeless."

As she spoke, her excitement faded, turning to despondency, "But I just remembered a problem—I don’t have his contact info, I’m afraid there won’t be a next time..."