Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 294 - 289: Hard to Guard Against a Thief Within

Over the past year, Yan Yan had poured all her heart into "cultivating new talent."

If Maison Yan II could have a designer who was even more talented than her, it would certainly be one of Yan Yan’s happiest moments.

"So I’ve created a love story like this? But isn’t that a bit risky? What if they start to argue?" Qi Yi was still not entirely reassured.

If Yan Yan came to New York, what would they do if the two designers reverted to their previous mutually hostile state?

"Let them argue, then. While they get along, I’ll have them work on a small series together. If they start fighting, I’ll let each of them do a series on their own, and they can compete in a ’ring fight’ on the runway to see whose designs have more market appeal," Yan Yan had considered such possibilities before.

This was also why Yan Yan had not yet let go.

But, Yan Yan still had to take that step eventually.

It was hard enough to find suitable designers, and if she continued to do everything herself as before, even if she worked herself to death, she could not juggle Haute Couture, ready-to-wear, and the Y.Y. trend brand at the same time.

The trend brand Y.Y. was at a critical stage of development, and it would definitely not work if Yan Yan continued to let things take their own course as she had before.

"Is my Waiwai really coming to New York?" Qi Yi hugged Yan Yan, with a bit more strength than usual in his embrace.

"Of course it’s true. My boyfriend is in New York, and I promised him I would come, although it’s much later than initially planned, but a promise is a promise," Yan Yan said, finding it slightly difficult to breathe as Qi Yi held her tight, but she allowed him to continue.

Qi Yi said that after he returned from Wenzhou this time, he had decided to drop everything and come to Paris to find her.

Qi Yi didn’t expressly say it, but Yan Yan knew that after this visit to his homeland, after he had blocked all avenues of arranged dating but still failed to convince his mother, he began to worry again.

Her parents hoped Yan Yan would find someone who grew up in a happy family, aside from the "mother-in-law" issue, they especially wanted her to be with someone who grew up in a loving environment, confident in marriage and the future.

"Didn’t your parents not want you to come to New York?" Qi Yi stroked Yan Yan’s hair with his hand.

Qi Yi loved Yan Yan’s hair, which was as shiny as black silk to the touch.

When they were together, Qi Yi tended to her hair more frequently than Yan Yan herself did.

"My parents, they are easy to speak with. I’ll try talking to them later," Yan Yan allowed Qi Yi to continue playing with her hair.

Qi Yi had already tried hard enough, and Yan Yan had always noticed that.

If Qi Yi truly couldn’t persuade his mother, Yan Yan decided to try communicating with her own parents.

"Waiwai, thank you," Qi Yi was a bit emotional now.

His girlfriend didn’t look down on him for not winning the battle with his mother over such a long time.

"Oh my, so formal? After a few months, my boyfriend starts treating me like a stranger? Can you let me get up to brush my teeth and wash my face, please?" Yan Yan looked as adorable as a kitten at that moment.

Yan Yan glanced at the time; she had to hurry up and get up to check out the shoe factory, as her cousin had probably been waiting for her for a long time already.

"How could I bear to let go of my girlfriend, who is so gentle, lovely, and understanding? You stay in bed, and I’ll brush your teeth for you," suddenly Qi Yi felt like brushing teeth was something he could help with too.

"Um—Xiao Qizi, if this continues, I’ll become completely dependent on you.

You’re not really planning to keep me in bed, are you? novelbuddy.cσ๓

To then have to clean up after me, that’s too scary... Please spare me," Yan Yan broke the affectionate mood with her comment.

It was true that Yan Yan had been lacking sleep, but if she kept lying down, she was going to fall apart; even a comfortable bed wasn’t meant to be lain on 24 hours a day, especially when one was still able to fend for themselves.

"When do you plan to move the studio to New York?" Yan Yan went to brush her teeth while Qi Yi continued to hug her from behind.

"If all goes well, it should be around after the July show," that was Yan Yan’s plan.

"I see..." Qi Yi responded thoughtfully, tightening his embrace around Yan Yan’s waist a little more.

"Qi Yi, if you stick to me every day like this, to the point where I can’t work, then I’ll have to reconsider coming to New York," Yan Yan found that her boyfriend, when clingy, was an inseparable part of her, even more exaggerated than a shadow following its host.

"If Waiwai doesn’t come, then I will go to Paris to stick with my Waiwai for life," Qi Yi was completely oblivious to the clear threat in Yan Yan’s words.

Yan Yan looked at Qi Yi, not knowing whether to be angry or happy.

"I’m going to change clothes now, could you not follow me please? Just for a little while, okay?" Yan Yan continued to protest.

"How could I? Of course, I should help advise on which clothes look good," Qi Yi took his strategy of constant vigilance to the extreme.

"Your girlfriend happens to be a Haute Couture designer herself, so her judgment shouldn’t be too bad—you needn’t trouble yourself to come," Yan Yan was already a bit exasperated at this point.

"Your judgment is yours, but mainly you dress for me to see, so I have both the right and the obligation," Qi Yi continued to follow her regardless.

"Really? I dress mainly for you to see? I thought it’s only when I’m not dressed that it becomes your right and obligation," Yan Yan finished speaking, then pulled Qi Yi’s hands from her waist and ran to the walk-in closet to change.

Qi Yi was stunned for a moment; he couldn’t find any reason to argue.

Since yesterday, his girlfriend, who didn’t know how many shades of red her face had turned, turned out to be quite a comeback artist.

When did Yan Yan learn to talk back like this?

To prevent any underhanded schemes, Yan Yan locked the door of the walk-in closet as soon as she entered.

When Yan Yan locked the door, she muttered four words: "Guard against the insider."

"It would’ve been fine if you didn’t know how hard it is to guard against the insider. I have the keys to every room. Relying on just a lock won’t do any good," speechlessness is always short-lived.

Though Qi Yi said so, he did not actually go to get the keys.

"Waiwai, don’t talk to your parents—before July, I will sort things out with my mom," Qi Yi finished and refrained from disturbing Yan Yan any further as she changed.