82: Chapter 83 Golden Cicada Cloud Silk
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The safe opened, and a gentle golden light flowed within, like a galaxy in the sky.
"Mr. An, thank you for broadening my horizons. This golden cicada cloud silk is truly as described in the ancient texts—as light as clouds and as brilliant as a galaxy. No, it's even more dreamlike and beautiful than the descriptions in the books. Respected Mr. An, please follow me with the golden cicada cloud silk."
Cai Yue made a gesture of invitation.
An Xin closed the box, leaving his Bodyguard in the reception room.
Cai Yue's steps were light, like a bird flying through the clouds and mist.
Looking at her back, one inexplicably felt a sense of delight.
The two passed through a secret passage and arrived at Yun Yan Palace.
Yun Yan Palace was overgrown with emerald bamboo, and upon entering the main hall, one could still smell the refreshing scent of bamboo.
A young woman wearing a purple ru-skirt sat in the main seat. Seeing An Xin, she immediately stood up to welcome him and offered him a seat.
The real Yun Yan was female, just as he had anticipated.
Yun Yan had the face of a classical beauty, and her fox-like eyes were soul-stirring.
"Mr. An, may I ask, how much golden cicada cloud silk do you have?"
golden cicada cloud silk had been missing for a century. Due to the rapid development of the Industrial Revolution, the delicate golden cicadas had become reclusive, rare insects.
"Six kilograms."
An Xin sat down and opened the box directly.
The golden light reappeared. Even seeing the golden cicada cloud silk for the second time, Cai Yue was still stunned by its beauty.
Yun Yan was even more captivated, unable to take her eyes off the cloud silk.
"So much? Mr. An, you are truly worthy of being from the Conglong Family; you are indeed wealthy. These things must have been very difficult to obtain, right?"
"Mm. You're right, it was somewhat difficult. Yun Yan, faced with this peerless treasure, what kind of answer can you provide?"
"I want to make a set of Galaxy Brocade Garments."
The moment Yun Yan saw the material, inspiration struck her.
The set of Galaxy Brocade Garments in her mind was designed entirely based on An Xin's temperament.
"This is the model I want to use. Please draw a design draft for me based on her body measurements."
An Xin took out a photo from the file bag; the person in the photo was Ling Feier.
Ling Feier had an unblemished, pure quality, and An Xin really wanted to see what she would look like as a fairy.
An Xin's words left Yun Yan stunned.
"With such rare material, Mr. An, you aren't using it yourself? You want to give it to a model to wear? This model wouldn't happen to be your girlfriend, would she?"
"No, she is just a friend of mine, a girl who is very well-protected by her family. I just want to see her looking ethereal."
An Xin's tone was very calm.
"Your temperament is more suited to this superior material. I can draw the design, but I would still like to ask you to carefully reconsider the owner of the garment. golden cicada cloud silk is not ordinary cicada silk; it is priceless and rare."
"No need to reconsider. Immortal Yun Yan, you don't need to persuade me. Drawing one draft is enough. I'm not a young lady; there's no need for me to be vain. A man's achievements rely not on appearance, but on strength."
An Xin calmly picked up his teacup and took a sip of Longjing tea.
Yun Yan helplessly stood up and went to the studio.
She left her apprentice, Cai Yue, in the main hall to host An Xin.
Before leaving, she asked Cai Yue to help persuade An Xin a few times.
An Xin was truly suited for the Galaxy Brocade Garments.
Yun Yan did not want her work to lack a worthy owner.
In the studio, Yun Yan drew two renderings of the finished garment.
She drew with great care, specifically capturing the ethereal aura of An Xin in the drawing.
The Galaxy Brocade Garments worn by An Xin looked like an immortal from mythology.
In the reception room, Cai Yue had talked until her lips were dry, but An Xin still hadn't wavered in his decision to change the model.
He still wanted to make women's clothing for Ling Feier to wear.
This made Cai Yue very distressed.
She and her master had the same thought; An Xin was more suited for clothing made from golden cicada cloud silk.
Ling Feier was very beautiful, and her beauty had a spiritual quality. This spiritual quality was moving, but it lacked the noble feeling of an immortal.
An Xin possessed the noble and cold, detached feeling of an immortal.
Cai Yue had talked for a long time, but An Xin had not changed his mind.
This made the young girl very distressed.
Oh well, oh well, although he was the owner of the golden cicada cloud silk!
Cai Yue did not believe An Xin's previous excuse.
Mr. An must surely like Ling Feier very much in his heart; otherwise, how could he be willing to use golden cicada cloud silk to make clothes for her to wear?
This was a rare material from ancient texts!
A peerless treasure that was priceless and rare.
An Xin finished his third cup of tea, and only then did Yun Yan's design draft arrive.
Yun Yan noticed Cai Yue's dejected little expression.
She understood An Xin's attitude.
Although she knew this man would not choose her as the owner of the garment, Yun Yan still wanted to try her best to fight for the Galaxy Brocade Garments.
Yun Yan was convinced that An Xin was the true owner of the garment.
An Xin just wouldn't have it his way.
An Xin's cold, detached gaze fell on the design draft; he merely admired his own beauty on the paper for a moment.
His obsidian-like eyes remained full of clarity, with no trace of desire emerging in the depths of his eyes.
This calm gaze made Yun Yan's heart skip a beat.
It's over; this is a rhythm destined for failure!
An Xin didn't buy it.
Having this superior golden cicada cloud silk worn by a mortal was just too much of a waste.
Yun Yan secretly shed tears for the golden cicada cloud silk in her heart.
She hated the Ling Feier in the photo intensely.
An Xin saw her pain from Yun Yan's expression.
This pain was exactly what An Xin wanted.
He was a black-hearted, bad boss who coveted Yun Yan's craftsmanship.
What's the point of being a shareholder? Turning such talent into his own employee was the most profitable.
An Xin could not bear to let Yun Yan go.
"Mr. An, would you consider it again? Look at this drawing."
Yun Yan plucked up her courage and placed the sample drawing of An Xin in front of him again.
"It's drawn very well; it gives the feeling that I'm actually wearing it. I've already seen the effect, so there's no need for me to wear it myself. Why don't you talk to me about this drawing instead!"
An Xin deliberately pulled out Ling Feier's drawing and pointed his finger at the young girl's waist in the drawing.
"This design here is a bit bloated and lacks agility and an ethereal air. I want you to revise it. Do you have any good ideas?"
Yun Yan had only one thought in her mind now: to make An Xin wear the clothes she designed.
"I have no inspiration for designing clothes for her. Mr. An, my mind is full of you right now. I apologize; this drawing is unprofessional."
After saying this, Yun Yan tore up the drawing of Ling Feier.
"It's fine, I'm not in a hurry. I'll look at the renderings in a few days; you can take your time to conceive it."
"Mr. An, I apologize, I didn't express my meaning clearly just now. I want you to wear the clothes I design and be the owner of my clothes. I don't want such good material to be worn by someone unsuitable."
"But I don't like being a model. I came to you to make clothes for my own clothing store."
An Xin handed Yun Yan a name card.
"You are the boss of Mingyue Pavilion?"
"That's right, I am the boss of Mingyue Pavilion. I like to keep a low profile and don't want to become a fashionable guy in the fashion circle. Miss Yun Yan, you should just draw another draft; don't think about anything else. It's just a piece of clothing; there's no need to be stubborn."
An Xin deliberately used his words to provoke Yun Yan, and Yun Yan, living up to expectations, took the bait.