Chapter 2: The Playboy Second Young Master × The Domineering Female CEO (Part 2)

“This belt design is too Western. You might want to try incorporating a more Chinese aesthetic.” Gu Yin offered kindly.

The two people turned toward Gu Yin at his words. The young man looked at him with disdain—just another infamous second-generation rich kid. How dare he speak nonsense here?

“You’d better go look around somewhere else, Young Master Gu. Our design department is really busy and doesn’t have time to humor your whims.”

The young man was too brash and impulsive. Sister Yin, standing nearby, felt a headache coming on. This kid had no emotional intelligence and couldn’t read the room. If he didn’t have a bit of talent, he would’ve been fired long ago.

She hurried to explain, “Young Master Gu, Wu Lu just doesn’t know how to speak properly. Please don’t take offense. What you suggested actually sounds very promising—could you elaborate a bit more?”

Sister Yin found Gu Yin’s proposal extremely feasible, much more comprehensive than what Wu Lu had come up with.

“Give me a pencil,” Gu Yin said, casting a deep look at Wu Lu. If you want to have an attitude, you better have the skills to back it up. This guy might have ideas, but not many. It was baffling how he was so confident.

Taking the pencil, Gu Yin casually began sketching on paper. Before long, the design of a qipao emerged. The belt design he added leaned more toward traditional Chinese style, similar to the waist ties of Hanfu, but with a more delicate and elegant flair.

This display left everyone around him stunned. The staff in the design department couldn’t help but wonder—how could someone with Gu Yin’s talent be sent out for a marriage alliance? And even more shockingly, as the one entering the wife’s household?

“Modern qipaos have become too uniform. Adding a belt to the middle of the dress can really accentuate the elegance of the waist and make the overall look cleaner,” Gu Yin explained. “But blindly pursuing Westernization results in something awkward and unbalanced. It ruins the unique charm of the qipao.”

“Exactly, that’s what I meant too—but you said it more thoroughly, Young Master Gu,” Sister Yin said with a smile. The design was brilliant; she had to report this to Director Nan right away and save the draft.

Moreover, Young Master Gu was clearly very professional. He would definitely be able to create even better designs. “I’ll take this to Director Nan.”

“Alright.” Gu Yin smiled and looked at Wu Lu, who still had a defiant look on his face. He shook his head—such a narrow-minded person had no future here.

“Who did you say drew this?” Nan Ming looked unconvinced. That guy had this kind of skill?

“Young Master Gu,” Sister Yin replied with admiration for Gu Yin’s abilities. “Director Nan, why don’t we ask Young Master Gu to help us? Our recent designs have all hit roadblocks. He’s got ideas and the skills to match. He’ll definitely make the new collection shine.”

Nan Ming lowered her head and pondered. The design team had indeed been lacking vision lately. The new hires had brought no fresh perspective. Judging by the quality of this sketch, if Gu Yin could assist, it would save a lot of trouble.

She stepped out with Sister Yin. Gu Yin was half-sitting on a table and waved when he saw them coming.

“You drew this?” Nan Ming waved the draft at him.

“Yup!” Gu Yin looked like he was waiting for praise.

“Did you study design?” Nan Ming looked at his expression and felt he resembled a big goofy dog. She really wondered how the rumors about him being useless got started.

“I studied design in college. And I’ve always loved drawing,” Gu Yin replied, using the original host’s background to set himself up as someone with real skills.

“What made you think to add a belt like this?”

“Director, it was my idea!” Wu Lu immediately jumped in, trying to claim credit.

“Oh?” Nan Ming looked up at him. Her cold gaze made him shiver, but he still insisted the design was his.

“Heh,” Gu Yin chuckled. “Mediocre skills but eager to steal credit. The Western-style belt you designed would tank in the market. Yet you still have the nerve to claim it.”

Wu Lu’s face flushed red. “You’re just lucky to have a rich dad! Without him, who do you think you are?”

“Is it so hard to admit someone else is better than you?” Gu Yin shrugged. “Adding a belt is a good idea, sure. But I saw you browsing a website just now. I doubt that concept was yours.”

He had glanced at Wu Lu’s phone earlier and recognized the site—a niche design platform. Gu Yin had searched it on his own phone and quickly found a qipao with a Western-style belt almost identical to Wu Lu’s design.

“I…” Wu Lu looked panicked. His eyes darted around, but no one came to his defense, making him even angrier.

“And what makes you so noble? Can you guarantee your design wasn’t plagiarized? I bet you rich second-gens all have ghost designers behind the scenes.”

“I drew it right in front of you!” Gu Yin was baffled. How did this guy even come to that conclusion?

“Enough!” Nan Ming was clearly furious. “Wu Lu, you’re fired. Bai Xin, take him to HR and process his termination.”

“Director, you can’t be fooled by him! Just because he’s your fiancé doesn’t mean you can show favoritism.”

“First, you plagiarized someone else’s work, violating company policy. Second, as a designer, you refused to accept feedback and didn’t seek improvement—your mindset is flawed. Third, slandering others shows a lack of character. These are the real reasons I’m firing you.”

Nan Ming instructed Bai Xin to take Wu Lu away and told the team to resume work. She also patted Gu Yin’s head and motioned for him to follow her.

Gu Yin rubbed his head and quickly ran after her. The two of them looked surprisingly well-matched.

“You said before that we need more time to understand each other. How about working at Nan Group?” Nan Ming looked across the table at Gu Yin and made her proposal.

Gu Yin looked at his shrewd fiancée and gave a soft chuckle. “I’m not opposed. But I have one condition.”

“What is it?”

“I want to move in with you.” Living together was the best way to build a relationship.

“No way.” Nan Ming frowned. They hadn’t even seen each other that many times yet—moving in together felt too rash.

“We won’t be sharing a room,” Gu Yin added quickly. “I definitely won’t try anything with you. Don’t worry. Besides, we’re about to get engaged. It’s only a matter of time.”

“…Fine.” Nan Ming thought about it. He had a point, and his attitude was decent. Since he wasn’t opposed to marrying into her family, there was no reason to refuse. “Ziyu City, Unit 1, 12th floor, Apartment 1201. Move yourself in. The password is 356232.”

“Got it!” Gu Yin jumped up excitedly. “I’m off to move. I’ll pick you up for dinner tonight!” And with that, he dashed off.

Nan Ming looked at the energetic man and chuckled softly. Youth indeed!

Back at his own apartment, Gu Yin threw out all the overly flamboyant clothes from the original host’s wardrobe. He contacted his favorite stores to send over some new fashion pieces.

Soon, the clothes arrived. Gu Yin picked a few suitable outfits, packed them, and loaded them into his trunk before driving to Nan Ming’s place.

Her home matched her personality—cool and minimalist. Black, white, and gray tones, simple to the extreme.

Gu Yin wandered around and saw there were four rooms: one clearly Nan Ming’s bedroom, a study, and two others that were empty save for miscellaneous items.

He started organizing by himself—he didn’t like strangers touching his things, so he didn’t hire cleaners. He carefully tidied everything on his own and ordered a few bouquets to place in the living room and the bedrooms.

Two hours later, Gu Yin was finally done. He looked at his work with satisfaction and flopped onto the bed with a deep sigh. So comfortable.

After resting for a while, he glanced at the time—5:00 p.m. He got up and straightened his clothes. Time to pick up his fiancée.