SFS Chapter 122 Nuwa Shows Off Her Skills
Chapter 122 Nuwa Shows Off Her Skills
Before Song Nanxi could even return home after finishing her work, Ling Sheng called her to Huanxing.
"These dresses are—?"
Ling Sheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Song Nanxi who had just entered.
In the cool-toned office, there is a movable coat rack with a row of dazzling gowns hanging on it.
Song Nanxi slapped his forehead, "All the wool I got from Song Yirou is here."
Ling Sheng's lips twitched, helpless.
"Why bring it to the company? I'll have someone deliver it to your home. You still have room in your walk-in closet."
The large apartment in the city center is spacious, but Song Nanxi doesn't live there much, and she doesn't like to buy things, so many places are empty.
“No need, I had it delivered to the company for you,” Song Nanxi said, sitting down on the sofa and rubbing her fingers together with a smile. “If you feel bad about it, you can make it up to me with this.”
Doesn't this achieve the transfer of money?
Ling Sheng pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Okay, I'll transfer the money to you later."
So easy to talk to?
Ling Sheng had already dialed the internal line to notify He Jian to have someone pick up the dress.
With Ling Sheng as its boss, Huanxing is already very wealthy in the industry. When its artists attend events, they never lag behind others in terms of dress brands and jewelry.
At a glance, he knew these brands were from Amanda, a brand with a unique romantic style that is favored by many female celebrities in the entertainment industry.
After making the arrangements, Ling Sheng smiled enigmatically, "You're quite ruthless. How much blood did she bleed out this time?"
Song Nanxi didn't care at all and said calmly, "If she can't afford it, someone else will pay for her."
Ling Sheng's smile was faint.
She looked away. "And you, your birthday is coming up soon, haven't you chosen your dress yet?"
"Tsk, Brother Ling, you're paying so much attention to me?"
Song Nanxi rested her chin on her hand, looking at him listlessly, "How come you found out too?"
She was the last to know that her own birthday was coming up.
It's hilarious just thinking about it.
Ling Sheng didn't say it because he knew Song Yirou's birthday was coming up soon. Given how much the Song family valued Song Yirou, they would hold a grand birthday banquet for her every year.
Young people in the industry would dress up and attend to celebrate with her.
But this year, Ling Sheng habitually thought of Song Nanxi. All that Song Yirou had enjoyed should have been hers.
The Song family's invitation arrived as scheduled. Since they were maliciously switched, their so-called birth date should be Song Nanxi's.
"Looks like you haven't chosen yet. Shall I help you choose?"
The man sat behind his desk, his deep eyes revealing an unreadable emotion.
The dark gray shirt was serious and old-fashioned, but on a man with such a naturally good physique, it appeared somewhat erotic.
Song Nanxi cupped her face in her hands, her fingers tapping lightly and casually. She withdrew her gaze from the man and stood up.
"No need, Amanda already made one for me."
Just then, Amanda finished her final work and informed Song Nanxi to come and try it on when she had time.
Amanda's studio was nearby, so Song Nanxi simply went there, and Ling Sheng squeezed into the car.
"Hi! Nanxi."
Amanda gave Song Nanxi a warm hug.
She winked playfully and said, "I noticed you and that woman didn't seem to get along very well last time. Giving you her worn dress felt like an insult to you. So—"
Amanda pulled Song Nanxi upstairs to the second floor.
This place offers more space and greater privacy.
"Look! I made this for you again, incorporating my new inspiration. Nanxi, you are my muse!"
She wore a dress on the mannequin, the silk fabric piled up at the chest to create pleats. It wasn't a very tight-fitting style, but it suddenly tightened at the waist, pinching out a waistline that could be grasped with one hand.
The original fishtail skirt was changed into a loose and languid high slit, and the thin shoulder straps are more like a bloodline, alluring and flamboyant.
Song Nanxi said, "Very beautiful, Amanda."
Amanda exclaimed excitedly, "Go try it on! I can't wait to see you wearing it!"
Song Nanxi entered the fitting room with her dress, and a stylist wearing gloves carefully helped her adjust it.
When Song Nanxi stepped out from behind the curtain, the entire second floor seemed to brighten up.
The dazzling crystal chandelier cast its light onto Song Nanxi's hair and shoulders...
It seemed that even the light favored her.
The vibrant colors easily catch the eye; they are so perfect that it's hard to know where to begin praising them.
Is it jet-black hair? Or a perfectly proportioned figure?
No, no, no, it should be her relaxed and confident demeanor, as if she has everything under control.
There was no flattery, only extraordinary feminine charm.
Exclamations of surprise came from the shop assistants one after another.
Amanda snapped out of her daze and exclaimed, "Nanxi, are you a masterpiece created by Nuwa?"
Song Nanxi smiled, walked to Amanda's side, and gracefully took her hand. "Thank you. I also think I look beautiful. I really like this dress."
Under her shimmering fox eyes, Amanda felt a touch of shyness.
I couldn't help but sigh, "Nanxi, please stop spreading your charm immediately! Otherwise, who knows how many poor women in the world will be turned gay by you!"
"Oh! Okay then!"
Song Nanxi immediately lost her composure, saying, "I'm sorry, my sexual orientation is male."
His intense gaze fell upon Song Nanxi.
She raised an eyebrow and looked over.
Ling Sheng leaned against the glass handrail of the stairs with his arms crossed. There was a moment of intense emotion in his usually calm black eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
Qi Yu, on the other hand, was filled with admiration and amazement.
Song Nanxi teased him, "Qi Yu, is it pretty?"
Qi Yu smiled slightly and said earnestly, "It looks good."
Like a queen.
No, you should say that's who she always was.
The dress is perfect; there's nothing that needs altering.
Seeing how well the dress suited her, Ling Sheng didn't bring up the matter of her choosing another dress.
Song family.
Lin Bei held the banquet invitation list in her hand, looking at her daughter whom she had raised with such care and affection with a mixture of helplessness and heartache.
"Xiaorou, you've really been wronged this time."
Song Yirou had already learned from Song Mo that her birthday party would be held together with Song Nanxi's.
She forced a smile. "Mom, this is all Grandpa's idea. I understand."
Lin Bei grabbed her hand, "Your grandfather is getting more and more senile as he gets older! He dotes on Song Nanxi so much, why doesn't he just hold the wedding for her at the old house? Why does he have to come here to freeload off you! I can't even imagine how much face our Song family would lose if she went crazy at the banquet."
Song Yirou's eyes flickered, her heart churning with hatred.
If Grandpa Song cared, he wouldn't have tolerated Song Nanxi doing so many outrageous things!
They probably just want things to escalate!
Song Yirou clenched her fist, the decision tug-of-war within her. Suppressing the coldness in her eyes, she said with genuine tenderness:
"Mom, don't worry, I'll put up with her on her birthday, even for the sake of our family's reputation."
Lin Bei sighed, "If only she were half as sensible as you! Don't worry, this birthday party was originally for you! Even if she interferes, she's just riding on your coattails. In your parents' hearts, she can't surpass you!"