Chapter 1: Encounter at the Bar

  Gu Xin crouched on the ground, looking at their family's cold and proud president with an innocent face, "President Ou, you... what are you talking about?"

  Ou Mu Xuan closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, "If I apologize for something so trivial, wouldn't it be beneath me?"

  "...Gu Xin seemed to understand something," "Mr. Ou, are you referring to Miss Ye?"

  Ou Mu Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and glared at Gu Xin, his amber-colored pupils filled with icy coldness!

  Gu Xin immediately shut up, focusing on collecting the documents with his head down. Had he guessed correctly? In this world, except for Mr. Ou's father, their chairman, there was probably only one person who could make Mr. Ou lose control like that - Xing Kong.

  After a long time, Ou Mu Xuan let out a sigh and leaned back against the chair, "Although it's my fault, if I go to apologize, won't that make her even more arrogant? Who knows, maybe in the future he will be even less likely to take me seriously!"

  "President, what kind of relationship do you want to maintain with Miss Ye?" Gu Xin picked up the documents on the ground, tidied them up, and held them in his arms as he stood up. "If it's just a superior-subordinate relationship, then there's no need to apologize, because you're the high-and-mighty president who doesn't need to care about others' opinions."

  Ou Mu Xuan frowned, "Must I lower myself to apologize for a different kind of relationship?"

  "No matter what identities the two people have, in the world of emotions, they are equal. Only on the basis of equality can a relationship be established that is strong enough," Gu Xin said seriously, "so there's no need to worry about social status."

  Ou Mu Xuan furrowed his brow, is that so? The reason why the dead girl didn't put him, the president, in her eyes was because she regarded him as an equal relationship with her?

  "All women have a bit of a temper, but they're easily placated."

  "How to coax?" Coax a woman? Ou Mu Xuan had never done such a thing!

  "Give her what she likes, give her a gift, best if it's something she loves," Gu Xin started to offer advice to the respected CEO, "Women are all like cats, they need to be pampered and coaxed, with a bit more patience, she will naturally return to your arms!"

  Cat? Ou Mu Xuan recalled her enchanting and lazy appearance last night, indeed resembling a cat, making him want to keep her captive, from now on belonging only to him...

  Today, the starry sky is not lonely, going to a bar to find Niu Lang, tomorrow it became the starry sky and Ou Mu Xuan's true love, but no matter what the outside reports say, Ye Xiang Yu does what she should do.

  Yue Qiumo cancelled many of the European-style women's clothing department brands and retained only the Ya Ou brand.

  Ya Ou was popular with warm and sentimental songs, and had also caused a sensation in Asia twenty or thirty years ago. Although it's already outdated now, at least it still has some reputation.

  Ye Qianmo accurately positioned Ya Ou in the mid-to-high-end girls' wear market, with a focus on sweet and lovely ladies' wear.

  Low-end clothing, Ye Xuanmo felt that it was not necessary at all now. Although the effect is faster, but now they don't have so much energy. Since they want to enter the international market, they must focus on high-end products. So apart from Ya Ou brand, Ye Xuanmo focused on high-end women's custom-made clothing.

  High-end women's custom-made clothing requires a large amount of capital investment in the early stage, and all stores of Ouchi Women's Clothing need to be renovated, which is another huge investment that must be approved by the company's board of directors and shareholders.

  However, even if the company's directors and shareholders agree, Ou Mu-xuan, as the president, has a veto power. Qiao Bai said that in order to make this plan go smoothly, the best way is to let Ou Mu-xuan take a look first and get his approval. As long as he agrees, even if the board of directors and shareholders disagree, Ou Mu-xuan will still have a way to make it happen.

  Ou Mu-xuan has almost absolute control over the Ou family business. If he wants to do something, opposition from the board of directors will not affect his actions. Conversely, if he does not want to do something, no matter how hard the board pushes, it will ultimately not be implemented.

  If it weren't for that matter, Ye Xuanmo would have found him long ago. But now, aren't they supposed to be in a cold war? Moreover, what makes Ye Xuanmo even angrier is that this guy actually laid off people under the pretext of cutting expenses, and no one else was affected, but more than half of the women's clothing department were let go.

  No matter how strongly Ye Xuan opposed it, the personnel department had already processed their resignation procedures, and the finance department had also settled their wages.

  They said there were too many idle personnel, but if that was really the case, Ye Xuan would have accepted it. However, this morning, the director of the human resources department found Ye Xuan and asked her if the women's clothing department needed any staff, what positions they needed, and what requirements they had, telling Ye Xuan to just tell him, saying it was Ou Zong's order, wanting whatever kind of talent they could get.

  Ye Xuan didn't know what this guy wanted to do, anyway they were in a cold war, just let him be crazy!

  In the office, Ye Xuanmo was carefully drawing her own design, Yang Guoer was flipping through Ye Xuanmo's previous designs on the side, and Qiao Bai sat on Ye Xuanmo's desk cracking melon seeds.

  "Director, you're drawing so much, aren't you tired?" Yang Guoer asked while flipping through Ye Xiang's designs, "Other designers design clothes like they're giving birth, but you're one after another."

  "These clothes may not all be usable," she said with a soft smile as she painted, then turned to look at Qiao Bai, "right?"

  Qiao Bai glanced at her drawing board, "Don't mention anything else, just this thing in your hand, it's definitely unusable, at least I can't make a prototype." In fact, many of Ye Xuan's designs were too idealized and went against the laws of nature, so they couldn't be made into actual clothes.

  Yexuan stopped her hands, "I also know, but I need to go through these impossible designs to find the perfect design that might succeed!"

  "You said you designed so many, what's the use?" Qiao Bai said with disdain. "Didn't you say that Ya Ou let Mo Huan Xin be in charge? Do you think she will use your design?"

  "I'll make her use it!" Ye Xuanmo smiled confidently, "Before finding a suitable designer, I will temporarily be in charge of the design for Ya Ou brand."

  Qiao Bai snorted coldly, "Self-deprecation!"

  Xīngkōng is a top-notch female fashion designer, and the clothes she designs are usually of the highest end. Now she wants to lower her own level to do mid-to-high-end women's clothing.

  Ye Xuan Mo took down the half-finished painting on her drawing board, crumpling it into a ball in her hand. "No choice, I'm not just a designer now, but also the boss, I have to keep this place going."

  "Why bother making yourself so tired when no one asks you to?!" Qiao Bai threw away the melon seeds in her hand and took out the women's clothing designs she had drawn, "Look at these designs of yours, with a bit of modification, they would be top-notch women's clothing, but instead, you insist on catering to the masses!"

  "I used to design this kind of popular style too, it's just that I haven't been in touch with this aspect for a long time, so my hands are a bit stiff. In a while, I'll go out and take a walk, find some inspiration!" Ye Xuan also felt helpless, she usually designed more formal dresses.

  "Let your husband accompany you?"

  At the mention of this person, Ye Xuanmo became angry again, and fiercely crumpled the design drawing in her hand into a ball, then fiercely threw the paper ball towards the door!

  "Don't mention this scum to me..."

  Before he finished speaking, the door opened and the paper ball flew accurately onto the face of the person who opened the door...