Looking at the clothing merchants present, Jiayi couldn’t help but frown slightly as her gaze turned to the man on the sofa.

He had deliberately gathered all the bidders here, leaving her with no room to refuse the cooperation.

If she were to refuse now, others might think F. WANG was showing cowardice, lacking the capability to collaborate.

Moreover, it would play right into Su Yan’s hands, no doubt making her even more smug.

Besides, if she’s being honest with herself, she really doesn’t want to lose this deal.

Should she give up such a profitable business just because of this man?

Finally, Jiayi took the pen and signed her name on the contract.

Seeing Jiayi sign the contract with the film crew, a coldness deepened on Su Yan’s face. Facing Huo Zhenyang, she spoke with a tone that was neither here nor there:

"Since Mr. Huo resigned from being the CEO of Huo Group, I thought you would take a good few years off. I didn’t expect that in just a few months, you would become a film mogul. Have you taken an interest in investing in movies now?"

Huo Zhenyang was the picture of ease, his tone leisurely: "Can’t help it, I’m a workaholic, you should know that best since you were once my secretary."

This comment elicited a wave of snickers among those present, clearly understanding the sarcasm in Mr. Huo’s words.

He was mocking the fact that Mrs. Huo, no matter how glamorous she is now, used to be just an employee of the Huo Family business.

Su Yan’s face flushed slightly, but she composed herself: "I wonder if Mr. Huo really thinks F. WANG’s designs are good, or is it because of your past relationship with the owner of F. WANG? If the clothes are truly good, we have nothing to say, but if it’s just because of your history with Miss Chu, we are just too disappointed. It turns out that even such a big international film crew can use backdoor connections! From our perspective, the sample garments prepared by F. WANG today are simply unbearable to look at!"

Her ruthless words drew the attention of several clothing merchants to Huo Zhenyang.

Huo Zhenyang stretched out his legs, leaning back comfortably against the sofa, turned his head, looking at Jiayi with his eyes slightly curved, a smile not quite a smile:

"Someone is questioning your clothing. As the owner of F. WANG, shouldn’t you make a defence?"

He was right here, her greatest support.

This little lady was never one to be slaughtered by her enemies without a fight.

She knew how to counterattack.

Jiayi looked towards Su Yan: "Does Mrs. Huo think our sample designs are not fitting for the crew?"

Su Yan glanced at the smeared garment in the bag and wrapped her arms around herself: "Design? Ha, I don’t like to speak harshly, but I don’t love lying. These clothes, no one can even tell what they’re supposed to be, what’s there to talk about design?"

The atmosphere was tense, ready to explode at any moment.

Jiayi swiftly pulled out the sample garment from the bag and picked up a pair of paper-cutting scissors from the director’s desk.

This sample garment was meant for the female lead to wear to a cocktail party in the movie.

In the movie, the female lead is from the grassroots level, and only after saving for a long time does she manage to buy such an inexpensive evening dress.

Therefore, when Jiayi designed this costume, the style was made to be very simple and elegant.

With a crisp sound of tearing fabric, she bent down and, following the outline of the paint splashed on the garment, cut out the stained area.

Then she used the sharp edge of the scissors to smoothly trim the edges as much as possible.

Finally, she tied the fabric on both sides into a knot in the middle, hiding the damage.

With a snap, a garment ruined by paint was thus transformed into a different style.

Losing the solemnity of an evening dress, it gained a playful and lively vibe due to the bare back and lace, actually suiting the female lead’s character and status even more.

"This costume idea isn’t bad," an assistant director exclaimed in surprise.

This statement is sincere, not just flattery for Huo Zhenyang.

"Who would have thought that even destroyed clothing could be brought back to life under Miss Chu’s hands. It seems we really made no mistake in finding F.WANG." Another assistant director also said.

...

The nearby garment manufacturers, all veterans in the industry for many years, couldn’t help but silently express their admiration.

The fashion design industry values creativity and ideas above all.

It must be said, Miss Chu really is an emerging talent.

It is said that she used to be a designer assistant in Yundu, and now at a young age, she is able to manage a clothing store well and has opened up many business channels.

Though it’s true that she has Huo Zhenyang’s support from behind, if she didn’t have any real talent, she wouldn’t have been able to handle it all by herself.

Looking at it this way, the collaboration with the film crew this time was indeed due to her capability, definitely not just because of her ex-husband.

Jiayi was only angered by the continual provocations from Su Yan and wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine, acting on a whim to try something out without expecting such a surprisingly good result.

Amidst the praise, Su Yan’s face turned deathly pale, her fingers tightly clenched.

Jiayi was not willing to let things rest there. Looking around, she slightly curved her lips and modestly said, "If the sample hadn’t been splashed with paint, perhaps this idea would have never come to me."

Her words brought silence to the scene.

Huo Zhenyang’s expression shifted slightly, as though he had guessed something, and with a subtle gesture, George leaned down.

With just a couple of whispered instructions from the Boss, George nodded and left the office.

The chief director furrowed his brows: "Miss Chu’s sample was splashed with paint? I thought it was said to have been an accidental splash."

Jiayi glanced at the several garment merchants and said, "No one would vouch for me. Even if I said it was intentional, no one would believe it."

The garment merchants felt uneasy under Jiayi’s gaze.

The chief director felt a cold gaze upon him and, seeing that Mr. Huo was intently watching him, understood his intention.

Mr. Huo wanted to investigate the matter thoroughly.

He looked at the garment merchants: "Did any of you see who splashed the paint?"

Finally, someone spoke up: "I only saw Miss Chu being called away by a crew member, and then Mrs. Huo’s assistant walked over to Miss Chu’s seat. But at that time, since Mrs. Huo and Miss Chu seemed to be acquaintances, I didn’t think much of it, and I certainly didn’t expect..."

"You didn’t expect that Mrs. Huo would stoop to such despicable means to pour paint on someone else’s sample, did you?" Jiayi chuckled.

"Don’t talk nonsense! They only said they saw the assistant walk past your seat, did anyone see them pouring paint?" Su Yan retorted angrily.

The door creaked open, and George led a crew member inside.

The flustered crew member looked around the room and finally, with a weak voice, settled on Su Yan:

"It... it was Mrs. Huo’s assistant who gave me money to trick Miss Chu, the owner of F.WANG, to step out, and then took my paint for the scenery..."

In a flash, the entire focus of the room turned to Su Yan.

There were looks of disbelief, surprise, disdain, contempt, and disgust.

"For the new Mrs. Huo to do something so lacking in class, it’s simply a disgrace to the reputation of the Huo Group..."

"Yundu is after all a leader in the industry, and F.WANG is just a small shop. Is she so insecure about competing with a single storefront?"

"She just said she doesn’t like to lie, and yet here we are... quite the face-slapping moment..."