I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 422 Inexplicable Envy_1

Chapter 422: Chapter 422 Inexplicable Envy_1

Mr. Zhou’s character is evident from the titles of his songs, which include ’Blue and White Porcelain,’ ’Bencao Gangmu,’ and the like—all promoting the culture of the Celestial Empire. He was quickly attracted to Kang Yue’s initiative.

He asked, "So, what do you need me to do, or, how will our collaboration look?"

"Like this." Kang Yue was well-prepared and presented the plan she had with Tang Yuchan, "Our startup platform has received support from Penguin and is now on the right track. We’re committed to creating a domestic brand. These are sample garments. Take a look."

As she spoke, Kang Yue took out a photo album from her bag and handed it to Mr. Zhou.

The first photo was of a sleeveless dress, with deep blue flowers branching and leafing up the left leg, blooming across the chest, making the model appear elegant and grand.

Mr. Zhou’s eyes brightened, "Not bad at all, really quite good."

"Ah, this is cool." As he spoke, Mr. Zhou lifted the photo album to face Kang Yue, "Do you have this in my size? I could wear it for my concerts."

A men’s shirt, with the hem subtly featuring leaves and flowers and a dark dragon head on the shoulder. Both the dragon and the flowers were ink-black, appearing like a brush painting on a white shirt.

The dragon head was not jarring, its inky lines gradually fading, as if concealing into the clouds, adding a touch of mystique and austerity, reducing any ostentation.

Excited, Kang Yue looked back at Shen Dong before saying, "We invite you to be the sole endorser and also, we’d like you... um, to take on the promotion of a limited edition..."

"What?" The agent, upon hearing the word ’promotion,’ was nearly explosive, "You’re actually thinking of making Mr. Zhou sell clothes for you?"

He suddenly reached out to Kang Yue, "If that’s really the case, I think we can collaborate."

"Really?" Kang Yue was over the moon, once again holding up the album of sample clothes, "These garments are made of Suzhou Embroidery, Shujin predecessors, through various Celestial Empire techniques of spinning, dyeing, embroidery and so on, all handcrafted and absolutely on par with foreign brands..."

Shen Dong had learned the tricks of marketing, which is to say one word: cater to their likes, to deceive someone, first win their heart.

By the time Shen Dong obtained Mr. Zhou’s signed contract, it was already dark.

Shen Dong praised Kang Yue non-stop, nearly exalting her to the skies, but the moment he switched on his phone, he could no longer smile.

The phone buzzed continuously, with more than thirty text alerts popping up in a row.

He opened one of them, ’Hurry and reply, Chen Yuyan is missing.’

Shen Dong’s heart suddenly stopped, and in a frenzy, he bolted, regardless of Kang Yue calling after him, unable to stop, he was completely deaf to the calls behind him.

On the road, Shen Dong indiscriminately flagged down a car.

"Are you fucking crazy!" The driver stuck his head out of the window, cursing loudly.

Shen Dong didn’t care, rushing to the car, gripping the window, anxious, "Take me to the airport, fast!"

"Look here, this is a private car!"

Whoosh, a stack of money was presented in front of the driver, Kang Yue didn’t know what was happening but seeing Shen Dong so anxious, she immediately exerted her miraculous powers.

She opened the car door, and to the driver’s astonished gaze, pushed Shen Dong into the car, then sat in the passenger seat, "Drive, once we arrive, another thousand."

The driver smirked sheepishly, as if to say without silver, "I’m not after the money, I’m giving you a ride because you seem in a hurry. Buckle up."

With those words, the driver stealthily pocketed the cash.

On the way, the driver kept inquiring who Shen Dong was and what urgent matter he was attending to, but Shen Dong had already lost his soul. He didn’t bother to respond, nor did he shift his gaze, continuously staring out the window.

"We’re here, the airport!" As they approached and the car slowed over the speed bumps, Shen Dong yanked open the door and bolted out.

"Are you out of your mind!" The driver hollered behind him, only to be silenced by a stack of money.

Kang Yue left a thousand yuan, kicked off her high heels, and chased after Shen Dong, "What happened, tell me, so I can make arrangements."

"Chen Yuyan is missing." Shen Dong paused mid-step, looking earnestly at Kang Yue, "Find her, fast, quick!"

Kang Yue’s heart was filled with an unusual emotion.

She quickly grabbed Shen Dong’s hand, "Being anxious, you make calls to arrange for people to search, and I’ll go buy the plane tickets."

"Yes, make calls," Shen Dong muttered to himself as he swiftly dialed one number after another, listing all the places he thought Chen Yuyan might go to.

After Kang Yue bought the tickets, she looked at Shen Dong, who seemed to have lost the whole world, and felt an inexplicable envy.

She thought about how she had transformed from a naïve girl to a woman of many charms, feeling melancholy, "I forgot, love once didn’t need a car, a house, or savings either, and was just as pure."

If being anxious were useful, there would never be failure, these words were what Shen Dong had consoled Zhou Chengyu with, but he himself had forgotten that, no matter how anxious, one couldn’t instantly return to Hai City.

Getting off the plane, hailing a taxi, and racing along the road, Shen Dong was like a soul being summoned, nearly coming to blows with the taxi driver.

Finally, they arrived at Shishan.

Seeing the disarray in Chen Yuyan’s home, Shen Dong’s heart clenched in pain.

"She’s back, she’s back," Chen Yuyan’s mother said without a hint of blame, offering words of comfort, "It’s okay, it’s okay, girls have their tantrums. Don’t take it to heart."

Shen Dong ignored Chen Yuyan’s mom and glanced at the accountant who was clicking his lighter and smoking on the steps, "Why did she go missing, what happened?"

The accountant, who had sobered up, was arranged by Zhou Chengyu to stay at home waiting for Chen Yuyan.

Hearing Shen Dong’s words, the accountant lifted his indifferent gaze, "You’re asking me, who the hell am I supposed to ask!"

With that, the accountant burst out yelling.

Seeing the fierce look in the accountant’s eyes, Shen Dong felt a surge of self-reproach, "I’ll go search, I’m going right now."

In his frantic search, scenes with Chen Yuyan flashed through Shen Dong’s mind, and from some point on, this girl had taken root in his heart, becoming indispensable.

Where could she be?

That night, the stars in the sky shone brighter than usual, as if they were aiding Shen Dong in his search for Chen Yuyan.

But they were never going to find her.

At that moment, Chen Yuyan was in the mansion in Hai City, Wang Wei’s home.

The bedroom of over forty square meters boasted the most fashionable plasma TV, a luxurious wardrobe befitting a young girl, and a whole room of large dolls.

Wang Wei was a girl sitting on happiness.

She held Chen Yuyan in her arms, coaxing her in a gentle voice, "Don’t be sad, that kind of boy is not worth it. What has he given you? Have you guys ever gone to the amusement park, climbed mountains, or watched the sunrise...?"

"No! None of that!" In different spaces, two voices ripped apart by agony.

Chen Yuyan was in utter despair, tears flowing like floodgates opened.

Shen Dong was howling in the mountains, dispirited, his body already covered with cuts from the wild grasses.

The autumn wind was slightly cold, but not as cold as people’s hearts.

When the morning sun rose, Shen Dong had searched Hai City and Shishan thirty-six hundred times, and had returned to the accountant’s house once more.

"Shen Dong, it’s okay now," the accountant called out cheerfully.

Shen Dong’s eyes flickered, and he dashed into the room, "Where is she, has Chen Yuyan come back?"

"No, she went to school. The teacher said it’s alright, she stayed at a classmate’s house for the night."

It’s alright? A classmate’s house?

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