I am Leanne! As much as she wanted to shout that but waking up in the asylum did not sound good to her. So, she twisted her words, "Leanne is my Master. I don't want her hard work to go down with Rosette."
The old man paused. "And why do you think I'd believe that?"
"Check your Instagram account," She shrugged before leaning back on the chair.
He doubtfully opened his Instagram account, only to be shocked a moment later, "This…This is designed by…"
"This is designed by me," Yu Mei interrupted him, "I have the drafts with me. It is up to you whether you want to believe me or now. CEO Leanne won't be coming back while I'm the last thread of hope you can hold onto to save Rosette from its trials." She grabbed a tissue paper and took out a pen from her purse before writing her number and passing it to him.
"Make the decision soon," With that, she stood up from the chair before turning around to leave.
"Why do you tell all this to me?"
She paused, "Because, after the CEO, you have a say in the company and you are loyal. I believe you don't want it to be destroyed in front of your eyes."
As he looked at her retreating back, the old man fell into contemplation. What she said was true. He could not bear to see Rosette getting destroyed in front of his eyes.
He glanced at the design of the pendant she has sent him as a private message on Instagram. At first glance, he misunderstood it as a design made by their CEO.
…
When she was in 1st standard, there was a poem writing competition in their high school. She spent hours painting large white canvas with light shading colors and then wrote the poem in black color to make it look beautiful. But the next day, two hours before the submission, a kid splashed water on it by mistake.
She started crying holding the wet canvas and someone informed her brother who was in 6th standard at that time. He came rushing into her classroom when he got the news and found her in a crying and defeated mess.
The words he uttered on that day, she still remembered them.
'Things will never go perfect in life, Mei. Especially not for both of us, who have no one other than each other. There will be countless failures,' The 12-year-old boy held her hand before putting the paintbrush in it. He picked up the watercolor box from the desk and guided her hand towards it, 'Failures are not the end. A destroyed thing is never ugly. A broken color still colors the same. It's up to us if we know how to go on without giving up. It's up to you if you know how to hold the broken pencil.'
With that, he poured the black color on the light canvas turning it dark followed by yellow, white and all the light shaded colors.
And that was the day, Leanne created her first design.
Determination shone in her eyes as she stepped out of the elevator before walking towards the penthouse.
It might have taken her 3 years to establish Rosette but it contained a whole youth of dreams and ambitions in it.
If things with Xiang Le did not work out, she would find some other way. But she would not allow anyone to bring her company down.
As Yu Mei stood in front of the door, she let out an annoyed sigh before leaning onto the door when she was reminded of the long procedure she had to follow to enter inside.
Jun Zixuan could've given her the simple pin to go inside but instead, the man made her go through this information access system. First iris scan, then fingerprint, then comes the security question.
''Sigh…"
'Click.'
Suddenly the door opened from inside and she lost balance. Her forehead which was leaning against the door was now pressed against a sturdy chest.
A manly scent invaded her nostrils and she blanked out for a moment feeling his naked upper body against her cheeks. Water dripped down his chest, stroking her cheeks.
It was not the first time they hugged but some…somehow she felt heat rising her neck.
The man cleared his throat and she immediately stood up straight. Her gaze wandered to his naked upper body. Those perfectly tanned abdominal muscles, those rock-hard eight packs... those abs, one would have the urge to glide their hands down it, to take the feel of his prominent V-line that was revealed because of the towel wrapped around his lower body.
It seems like he just took a shower.
She gulped at the sight of his long, well-toned legs. Even though she has never seen him doing that but she was sure that man was a regularly working-out kinda person.
Her gaze wandered upwards, lingering on his shoulder. Shoulders so broad and strong that…that…she always felt secured when he hugged her.
As she tilted her face slightly upwards, her eyes landed on his thin lips. Lips so perfect and ki…kissable…?
Her eyes widened as the realization dawned on her?
She took a few steps back in shock.
Jun Zixuan immediately stepped closer to her. He had a concerned expression on his face, "Are you sick again? Do you feel pain?"
"I… I am fine.." She waved her hand, distancing herself from, "I'll go wash up first," She quickly ran to her bedroom.
Raking his hands through his wet hair, he glanced at her retreating back with narrowed eyes. First, she stood rooted to her spot in a daze, and now her face was going red like a lobster. How can she be fine like this? Is she feeling embarrassed to go to the hospital again?
Yu Mei ran inside the bathroom and closed the door with a 'bang'.
Twisting the faucet, she splashed cold water on her face until her fair cheeks turned crimson red. She looked at her reflection in the mirror in confusion and disbelief.
What's wrong with me? She thought to herself. It was so unlike of her to have such thoughts…even for a moment.
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