Even after being rejected, Ji Qingying was not angry.
She had deliberately teased Fu Yanzhi and had expected that this would be the result.
If he did send her, she would've found it too easy to be a challenge.
There was a smile in her eyes, as she sent him an aggrieved reply of two words: [Oh...okay. ]
As if, she really was unhappy.
Fu Yanzhi did not reply to her message again.
After dinner, Ji Qingying nested in the room to draw designs and make clothes.
She was the type of person who once got an idea they would immediately spring into action with it, not to mention that she had a full range of tools in the room she was currently staying in.
At eight o'clock, the doorbell rang.
Rong Xue ran to open the door.
"Teacher Jian."
Standing outside the door was the costume design director of the crew, who was not only responsible for the actor's costume but also needed to communicate with every designer they were dealing with.
What he had to do is to take control of the overall situation and supervise the work done by each of them.
Jian Ping looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Is Qingying busy?"
Rong Xue nodded.
She turned sideways: "Does Teacher Jian have some matter that needs to be talked about?"
"En, we need to discuss about the issue of clothing."
Rong Xue understood, and shouted: "Sister Qingying, Teacher Jian is here."
Ji Qingying responded and walked out of the room.
As soon as she appeared, Jian Ping's eyes fell on her.
After returning from the film site, Ji Qingying put the finishing touches on her cheongsam inspired by jasmine.
After it was done, Rongxue argued noisily with her to wear the dress and see the effect of the dress on her, and she did not refuse.
She had worked on the cheongsam on alternative days over a long period of time and usually after she finished working on her clothes she would try it on.
Although it was unlikely that there could be a change in size over time, that was nothing to fear about.
Because that could easily be changed in time.
Her cheongsam was made in a long style with sleeves buttoned and Chinese tunic as light white as jasmine, but not pure white.
The button-up was paired with a pale yellow match with a jasmine heart, paired with her low ponytail braid, the whole person looked gentle and girly.
It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Ji Qingying was accustomed to wearing all kinds of cheongsams and didn't find anything wrong with wearing a cheongsam here.
So she calmly called out: "Teacher Jian."
Jian Ping was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses.
"Did you make this yourself?"
Ji Qingying nodded and asked directly: "What did you need to talk about?"
Although she didn't mind wearing different kinds of cheongsams that didn't mean she liked talking about them, so she went straight to the point with him.
Jian Ping was brought out of his thoughts and withdrew the gaze that was attracted to the cheongsam wearing women in front of him, "Tell me about the costumes of their wedding scene."
Ji Qingying nodded and pulled her notebook to one side to take notes "Go on."
Ji Qingying was a person with her own way of thinking and ideas. She would listen to the opinions of people next to her, but she also had her own plans that she would insist upon.
On the other hand, Jian Ping was a very communicable person, not to mention that they were all colleagues here. If there were any issues, once discussed calmly, everyone would easily understand.
By the time their discussion was over, it was already late.
As she went with Jian Ping to see him off, he suddenly looked back at her and said,: "This cheongsam is very good, and it matches you very well."
Ji Qingying was taken aback and smiled, "Thank you."
Jian Ping smiled, stared at her face for a few seconds, and whispered: "Rest up early."
"Take care, Teacher Jian."
After she closed the door, Rong Xue came over.
Ji Qingying pushed her away, "What's the matter?"
Rong Xue stared at her for a while, then whispered, "Sister Qingying, didn't you notice that Teacher Jian's eyes were somewhat ambiguous when he was looking at you?"
Hearing this, Ji Qingying picked up her mobile phone that was lying on one side and said coldly, "Did not notice."
Rong Xue: "..."
She glanced at the message received on the phone and knocked her head, "Sleep early. I'm going over to talk to Yan Yan."
Rong Xue pouted, "Okay."
She whispered, "Obviously in Teacher Jian's gaze you were looking absolutely stunning."