After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 309: Learn Uncle Fu’s Enlightenment

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Learn Uncle Fu’s Enlightenment

"This is my... fiancé!"

She didn’t know his name, not even his last name.

Wan Mingyi forced herself to remain composed as she introduced him.

Chen Jiayuan’s expression twisted and shifted.

Furious, he glanced at Wan Mingyi.

Then he turned to look at Luo Changchuan, whose looks, physique, and demeanor were all leagues beyond his own.

Chen Jiayuan sneered, "Wan Mingyi, I’ve figured it out! You’re playing the ’dump the donkey for the horse’ game, huh? I bet you were hooking up with him before we even broke up!"

"You—"

"Why waste words on a washed-up ex?"

Luo Changchuan cut off Mingyi’s words once again, stifling her anger before it could surface.

He casually grabbed a champagne glass from a server’s tray and handed it to her. His gaze was laced with humor as he looked Chen Jiayuan up and down, "Since you’re the ex, learn to take a hint. Go somewhere far away and cool off. Stop clinging around trying to make yourself noticeable. To be blunt: just scram."

Chen Jiayuan’s face reddened with anger, veins popping in his neck.

But even the luxury watch Luo Changchuan wore made it clear that he wasn’t someone to mess with.

And yet, Chen Jiayuan couldn’t figure out when—or how—Wan Mingyi had managed to charm such a man.

As he lifted his eyes again, Luo Changchuan was already leading Wan Mingyi toward the window.

Chen Jiayuan, noticing the frequent glances from others around them, fought hard to maintain his demeanor and headed toward the restroom.

Almost the moment Chen Jiayuan turned away, the man’s hand withdrew.

Wan Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Master. You—"

As soon as she spoke, Wan Mingyi realized something was off.

A brown jacket, suit pants, and a crisp white shirt underneath.

With his height and striking looks, he resembled a runway model.

He didn’t seem like someone attending this kind of cocktail party as a designer.

And he certainly wasn’t a chauffeur.

"Star Studio, Luo Changchuan."

Luo Changchuan handed her a business card with an effortlessly graceful motion.

Wan Mingyi was momentarily stunned.

She had heard of Star Studio—it was a well-known design studio in the Imperial City.

However, what truly set Star Studio apart wasn’t its jewelry designs, but rather its unmatched marketing prowess.

Designers from Star Studio rose to fame faster than those from any other studio.

Personal exhibitions for its designers.

Sponsored jewelry showcases.

And countless other events full of variety and flair.

True to its name, Star seemed determined to create the brightest stars in the shortest time, enabling domestic designers to rise to prominence, break through the Asian market, and step onto the international stage—all while paving the way to establish a high-end domestic jewelry brand.

On the card, Luo Changchuan’s title was printed alongside his name.

Design Director.

"Mr. Luo, thank you so much for today!"

Wan Mingyi expressed her gratitude sincerely, then chuckled as she asked, "Thank you for stepping in back there! Also, if I may be bold—do you have any plans to switch jobs?"

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Realizing she had misunderstood earlier because he’d been using her designated car service, Luo Changchuan laughed, "It was a dare during a drinking game with some friends. I lost."

He had lost, and the penalty was to act as a chauffeur.

As luck would have it, he ended up picking up Wan Mingyi.

Even luckier, her destination turned out to be the same as his.

"What a coincidence, huh?"

Luo Changchuan chuckled, "I only intended to humiliate your ex a little, but it turns out you’re from Ye Li’s Studio. Giving you a hand also means helping one of my own."

Thinking back to Ye Li’s principle of hitting precisely where it hurts, and recalling the myriad expressions Chen Jiayuan had cycled through earlier, from pale to flushed to darkened, Wan Mingyi felt a rush of satisfaction.

Her curiosity piqued further as Luo Changchuan mentioned Ye Li. Wan Mingyi asked, "You and my boss..."

"I know her; she doesn’t know me."

He remembered the year he’d visited Imperial University to scout promising design talents. The beautiful girl turned down his offer of mentorship without even bothering to come up with a polite excuse—she simply dismissed him with a crisp "not interested."

Luo Changchuan chuckled, "I’d thought about stealing you away, but since you’re with Ye Li’s Studio, just stick there and give it your all. Good luck!"

"Thank you, Mr. Luo!"

Wan Mingyi sincerely thanked him again. When she clinked her glass against his and noticed he hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, she praised his dedication to "don’t drink and drive."

Luo Changchuan glanced at Chen Jiayuan, who was now sneakily observing them from a distance, and nodded in his direction, "If I drank, I couldn’t drive you home, and we’d end up exposing the whole act prematurely, wouldn’t we?"

The thought that Luo Changchuan would still have to drive her home after the cocktail party left Wan Mingyi both anxious and flustered, her heart thudding uncontrollably.

By the time the party wrapped up, it was already 10 p.m.

After giving him her address, the Rolls-Royce smoothly departed the venue.

Half an hour later, it pulled up at the gate of Wan Mingyi’s residential complex.

Seeing that Luo Changchuan didn’t ask which building she lived in, Wan Mingyi breathed an inward sigh of relief.

Waving farewell, she watched the Rolls-Royce turn around and drive away before quickly dialing Ye Li.

As she’d expected, Ye Li didn’t know Luo Changchuan.

Yet that didn’t stop Ye Li from knowing that Luo was Star’s Design Director.

"I’ve seen his work..."

Ye Li sighed deeply, "Sister Mingyi, if we can achieve his level of skill in three to five years, we should count ourselves lucky!"

Wan Mingyi raised her brows.

On the other end, Ye Li continued, "What’s even more remarkable than his talent as a designer is Mr. Luo’s eye for recognizing people. You know what they say—good horses are easy to find, but a true talent scout is rare. Luo Changchuan is that talent scout. Many designers who’ve gained international acclaim were poached by him, which is why our industry jokes: It’s better to offend King Yan and the devils than Mr. Luo of Star Studio. Everyone fears him coming after their top talents."

Hearing this, Wan Mingyi’s heart raced even faster.

Recalling how Luo had joked about poaching her, even though she knew he was half-teasing, Wan Mingyi couldn’t help but feel like she was the Chosen Daughter.

"Mr. Ye, don’t worry—I’ll work hard!"

She solemnly vowed her commitment, hung up, and took a deep breath before dashing forward in excitement.

Meanwhile, inside a private winery room, Ye Li put down her phone and rejoined Fu Yanci. Across from her, Gu Lanqing teased, "Mr. Ye, it’s late—no need to be this dedicated anymore, right?"

Glancing at Tan Ningyan, then back at Ye Li, Gu Lanqing laughed, "You know, they say birds of a feather flock together, but honestly, you two make us husbands feel so much pressure! Can you guys stop being such overachievers? Just focus on being beautiful and charming, alright? Don’t you agree, Uncle Fu?"

Fu Yanci’s eyes rested on Ye Li with a warm, doting look. "Agree? I don’t see what there is to agree or not agree about. I think whatever Mrs. Fu does is always right."

Gu Lanqing: ...

"See that? Take a page from Uncle Fu’s book!"

Tan Ningyan playfully glanced at Gu Lanqing before pulling Ye Li to a corner for drinks and conversation.

As Gu Lanqing’s gaze swept from Fu Yanci to the quietly brooding Lue Xizhou—who had spent the night drinking heavyheartedly—Cheng Yanhuai finally felt relieved.

"Hey buddy, come on. Spill what’s got you down—give me something to laugh about!"

Cheng Yanhuai quipped.

Lue Xizhou wiped his face and slammed his glass down on the card table. "The bride got married. The groom wasn’t me. How’s that? Laugh it up."

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The atmosphere froze momentarily.

Fu Yanci’s eyes flickered; his thoughts unknown, he remained silent.

Gu Lanqing wore a smug "thank goodness I acted quickly" expression.

Only Cheng Yanhuai was left speechless, the look on his face screaming, "Are you freaking kidding me?"