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  It was called giving someone a taste of their own medicine.

  Mo Nanfeng had to hold back his rising rage and the throbbing vein on his temple just to smile unconvincingly. “I forgive you, forgive you……”


  Then, seeing that Ji Weixi not moving an inch, he quickly gestured for her to sit. “Weixi, let’s talk at the table. It’s tiring to stand.”


  Ji Weixi really wanted to leave immediately as she glared at his disgusting fawning.

  However, she could not leave just yet.

  Mo Nanfeng looked different from before—he was dressed in a blue suit and his hair was combed tidily, almost looked like the son of a rich family once again.

  He must have some other agenda to take such great length asking her out, and it definitely wasn’t about tailoring.

  Ji Weixi though she could find out what he was actually trying.

  “Alright.” She smiled.

  As such, he quickly pulled a chair for her eagerly and she sat, folding her arms.

  “Speak. What business do you have with me?” She asked coldly.

  Mo Nanfeng hesitated for a moment, before saying, “Actually, it really is about tailoring, Weixi. I believe you are aware that I’m the heir of Mo Group and there’s a succession ceremony soon, so I hope you could design a suit for me.”


  Ji Weixi frowned at that.

  Succession ceremony?

  Heir of Mo Group?

  Wake up, kiddo! Your dynasty has already fallen!

  She could not help but study him again.

  He was actually rubbing his hands from time to time, his gaze was evasive and he was swallowing from time to time.

  A classic look of nervousness.

  Being his childhood friend, Ji Weixi knew him best.

  Living like a prince since a child and in great comfort, he was the young master whom the Mo family pampered—proud and behaving like an entirely different person outside.

  Mo Nanfeng must have assumed that she didn’t know that Mo Group was bankrupt.

  Still, she also understood things— such as the fact that most companies wouldn’t immediately announce that they were bankrupt or were about to be bought out…… although it would eventually be known nonetheless.

  Ji Weixi herself was present at the meeting room to report matters regarding her fashion department, and it was only by coincidence that she learned about the matter.

  Hence, she half-narrowed her eyes and gently smiled. “How did you know I work at CBS?”


  Mo Nanfeng had been panicking, afraid that she could see through his lie.

  As such, he immediately breathed a sigh.

  “It’s simple,” he grinned proudly. “You know that I have many friends, so I’m definitely going to know just by asking around. Still, I’m happy for you, Weixi…… You’ve finally fulfilled your dream of becoming a brilliant designer!”


  Ji Weixi almost wanted to laugh, but acted nonchalantly and asked, “Why were you dressed like that yesterday, with people chasing you as well?”


  “Well……” Mo Nanfeng lowered his head, averting his eyes and laughed drily. “I went hiking a few days ago, but was robbed halfway…… it was quite horrible, haha……”


  Zero points for that one, but Ji Weixi really felt entertained by his performance.

  She nodded, and went straight to the point. “Alright, tell me…… what design do you have in mind?”


  “Weixi, I would love anything you make for me.”


  He spoke tenderly—his sentimental, lovesick look leaving Ji Weixi feeling repulsed.

  “Alright, then please pay the deposit.”


  Mo Nanfeng’s smile promptly froze. “Wh-what…… Deposit?”


  “Don’t you know? Agreements and deposits are necessary for designers of my level. Sign the agreement, and pay in full when you’re satisfied with the finished product.”


  “How much is the deposit?”


  “Three hundred thousand.”


  “Three hundred thousand?!” Mo Nanfeng was instantly dumbstruck, no longer able to smile as his tone lifted by several octaves.