Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 319 - 314 The Original Look of Love (3)

(The most special day of the year, happy birthday. 2017.12.30)

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"It was me who impulsively said yes to the limited edition, spinning everyone around like tops. How could I have the nerve to scold you?" Yan Yan looked at her cousin, still elegantly composed, but nobody knew better than Yan Yan just how much Brother Ling slept.

When Yan Yan thought about adding the red limited edition, there were already less than ten days left before the opening.

Yan Yan, reckless as usual, just decided on it, and only Brother Ling would indulge her temperament, arranging everything perfectly without complaints.

That phone call in the car just now, Yan Yan was angry because Brother Ling had secretly helped her parents buy a house in New York.

Now, it was clear that Brother Ling had nothing to do with it.

Yan Yan was full of apologies internally and naturally couldn’t keep chastising her cousin.

After clearing up what needed to be asked and letting Brother Ling go to rest as soon as possible was the proper thing to do.

After all, most of the work post-launch would still require Brother Ling’s presence.

After the Haute Couture show in July, Maison Yan II was to hold a high-end ready-to-wear launch at the Paris Fashion Week in October.

Although Yan Yan had no plans to live in Paris long-term, of the Four Fashion Weeks, she valued Paris Fashion Week most.

Moreover, the roots of Maison Yan II were in Paris; even if future launches might move to New York, the first appearance during the Four Fashion Weeks, now being selectable by Yan Yan, was still hoped to be in Paris.

However, for the ready-to-wear launch, Yan Yan only needed to be in Paris during the event; there was no need to constantly be there.

"I’m so touched, the mental preparation I did on the way back was all in vain.

I called my former assistant just now; your parents’ house purchase went smoothly, no issues at all.

He personally went to tidy it up. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

In the last few days, he even had a housekeeping company do a final clean before moving in.

He’s already gone to your parents’ place.

You don’t need to worry," Brother Ling didn’t rest in the car on his way back, having thoroughly discussed the house matters.

"Ah, another thing I don’t need to worry about... With double insurance, the house was indeed worry-free." Suddenly, Yan Yan remembered what Lei Pili had told her, her comment tinged with a whisper to herself.

"What’s another one?" Brother Ling didn’t quite understand what Yan Yan was referring to, as she spoke softly and unclearly.

"Never mind, it’s a long story.

Let’s talk after the shoes are launched. I don’t want to think about these things now.

Thinking about them, I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Tomorrow, when you wake up, I definitely won’t be awake yet.

If there’s anything important then, just wake me up.

I’m going to sleep in the studio tonight.

You should rest as well; I can see the dark circles under your eyes.

You’re still unattached; looks are still important for you," habitually, Yan Yan’s sympathy for her cousin lasted only a second before she started teasing again.

"Who told you I’m unattached? You go take a shower, I’ll make something for you to eat, then you can sleep, okay?" Living alone in the United States from an early age, Brother Ling was quite dependable in cooking skills.

Apart from being reliable, what mattered most was the speed of Brother Ling’s cooking.

Yan Yan making a meal would typically take over two hours, whereas Brother Ling needed only 20 minutes.

"Is that so? But you only slept a few hours last night, aren’t you tired?" Yan Yan had been too busy this past week to even go out for meals.

Quick resolutions were the norm for both Yan Yan and Brother Ling.

"I’m fine; when I first started working and rushed projects, I tried getting only two or three hours of sleep each night for a month," Brother Ling said casually.

"Well, alright, I’m not that sleepy now anyway; it’s been a long time since I last tasted my cousin’s cooking." Yan Yan looked at her cousin.

Brother Ling had never mentioned before about those long periods of getting only a few hours of sleep each day.

But thinking about it, it was easy to surmise that Brother Ling, having moved to the United States at 13, couldn’t possibly always be as unflustered as he made it appear each time when talking to Yan Yan.

Without experiencing some hardships, it was impossible for Brother Ling to be the way he was today.

Yan Yan and Brother Ling had grown up together; their hearts had always been close, but their lives had been far apart for a long time.

Yan Yan couldn’t even remember the last time she just sat down and had a casual chat with Brother Ling.

Sleep was important, but her cousin was much more important than sleep.

If she added "the food he cooks" after mentioning her cousin earlier, its importance would have risen even further.

"Brother Ling, that year you..." Yan Yan started to say but was interrupted by Brother Ling.

"Little sister, can you change the name?" Brother Ling knew from the moment Brother Yan had begun, her nicknames for him would endlessly change.

As I was saying, Brother Yan, nicknames are just external things, not brought at birth, not taken at death. Ah, not right—names can still be taken in death." Yan Yan, upon encountering Brother Ling, turned into a whimsical child.

"Here you go again..." Brother Ling shook his head, indicating his helplessness.

It was fine until he said something; once he did, Yan Yan became even more spirited. Brother Yan, why not directly call it Big Bear Little Bear?

For Brother Ling, the title Brother Yan was a bit out of line, but for Yan Yan being called Yan Two was indeed spot-on.

Under normal circumstances, Brother Ling would have officially dubbed her Yan Two by now.

But given the current situation, if he retaliated, he really didn’t know what his cousin would call him next.

"What do you mean here I go again, Brother Yan, you’re not reliable, you interrupted me, and I almost forgot what I was going to say," Yan Yan said, her brain starting to function more normally after sleeping on the way.

"Almost means you haven’t forgotten yet, what were you going to ask about that year?" Brother Ling reminded her in time to prevent her from getting truly "furious."

"That year... what did you rely on to win over my former sister-in-law? Was it your looks or your various skills?" Yan Yan asked with interest, moving to where Brother Ling was cooking.

She pulled over a bar stool from the small kitchen, adopting an awkward posture as she gazed up at Brother Ling.

"Why can’t you ask your question more seriously?" Brother Ling freed a hand to help straighten Yan Yan, who was leaning over exaggeratedly.