Her expression was so open and candid that Fu Yancheng wondered if it was his own lack of experience in this area that was making him overreact.
The man stood there, his face dark, as still as a statue, as if he were an emotionless figure that no one dared to stare at for too long.
During the elevator's descent, Sheng Mian felt that she had to seize the opportunity to fight for the future of the studio.
It was only after starting her career that she realized that, many times, her own face didn't matter as much as she thought. After all, he could give too much.
"Mr. Fu, I still want to know what style you personally prefer. I can try that out. If you're truly dissatisfied later, I can waive the fees."
Fu Yancheng found himself at a loss for words in the face of this woman. He paused, struggling to come up with a response, before finally forcing out, "Aren't you already working with clients?"
Sheng Mian was slightly surprised. So, Fu Yancheng was worried that she might be multitasking?
Some designers do juggle several clients at once, but Sheng Mian had always focused solely on quality.
"Don't worry, Mr. Fu. If I take on this project, I won't take on any others in the short term. If you're interested, I can take five minutes to discuss it further."
"No interest."
Fu Yancheng stepped out first, and Sheng Mian, still helping Liang Hanqing, wasn't in a position to chase after him.
She had no choice but to help Liang Hanqing and go check where the designated driver was.
Even though Liang Hanqing was drunk, aside from the stumble earlier, he still kept a respectful distance from her.
As she helped him out of the moonlit area, she saw a car's headlights flash twice in the distance. The door opened, and a petite woman stepped out.
The woman spotted them and immediately walked over, raising her hand without saying a word, ready to slap Sheng Mian.
"It's you, isn't it?! You're always pestering him at the studio, asking him questions all the time, and even delivering him tea in the middle of the night! I've had enough of you! What are you trying to do tonight, taking advantage of my husband being drunk?!"
Sheng Mian had her hands full supporting Liang Hanqing and didn't dodge in time—the slap landed squarely on her cheek, burning with pain.
The woman, shaking with anger, her eyes red, continued, "I've seen people like you before, trying to break up families! Let me tell you, all of Liang Hanqing's money is with me. You won't get anything by being with him!!"
Sheng Mian was almost amused by the absurdity of it all. She didn't frequent the studio, but she knew there were a few girls there who liked to cling to Liang Hanqing. Maybe one of them really did have that intention, but it certainly wasn't her.
The Liang Hanqing she was supporting seemed to be sobering up and quickly grabbed the woman's wrist. "Wang Wei, calm down."
Wang Wei seemed to be triggered by something and jerked her arm away from his grasp.
"Calm down? This slut is shameless! She knows you're already married and still clings to you, tea, belts—I've let it all slide! But tonight, it's your birthday, and she calls you out. You kept this from me?!"
Her anger burned like wildfire, and she looked like she wanted to tear Sheng Mian's face off.
"She's so pretty, but she's just a fox trying to seduce men!!"
Liang Hanqing, feeling a headache coming on, pulled her into his arms and turned apologetically to Sheng Mian. "Sorry, Xiao Mian, please leave for now."
Sheng Mian realized how unlucky she was tonight, but after all, this was her senior's wife. There was no way she could slap her back. It wasn't right, either ethically or emotionally. She had no choice but to swallow the insult.
From the car not far away, Fu Yancheng's expression remained unchanged.
From the moment the woman slapped Sheng Mian, he had seen the entire drama of the "wife catching the mistress" unfold clearly.
Following Fu Yancheng's gaze, Qi Shen also noticed the commotion.
The wife was obviously confident, shouting at the man, who held her and spoke soothingly. Meanwhile, Sheng Mian, standing nearby, appeared like an outsider.
It was hard to believe that such a beautiful and young woman could be a mistress.
Qi Shen couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret. Fortunately, there were no people around for now, or this scene could have been broadcasted online, and it would truly be a social death.
Fu Yancheng coldly withdrew his gaze and said to Qi Shen, "Drive."