Although Lin Jing didn't have eyes in the back of her head, she could clearly feel the gazes of the young people behind her.
Without turning around, she paused with a stiff back for two seconds, her face expressionless, and bent down to pick up her phone. With her scalp tingling from their stares, she straightened her back and calmly walked into the elevator as if nothing was wrong.
As the elevator doors closed, she eagerly grabbed her phone and opened Weibo, releasing the newly registered account she had blocked from its confinement.
When she had blocked it earlier, she had been quite decisive, her words leaving no room for negotiation. Now, as she let the person out, Lin Jing stared at the chat log on her screen, suddenly feeling a sense of "a moment of tormenting your wife is satisfying, but winning her back is a funeral pyre."
"Not lacking money, not taking it."
"Talk more and I'll block you."
How was she supposed to fix this?
Back in her room, Lin Jing removed the broken phone case, picking at the plastic shards while pacing back and forth.
She racked her brain for a long time, unable to find a graceful way out for herself.
Was her pride more important, or was it more important to draw for Sheng Kuang?
Lin Jing unhesitatingly chose pride in her heart and repeatedly told herself that one must have integrity, especially not to slap oneself in the face.
After about ten minutes of self-brainwashing, Lin Jing let out a frustrated "Ah—" and squatted on the floor, covering her head.
After three minutes of agonizing, she suddenly stood up and grabbed her phone.
What was the point of pride? Could pride put food on the table?
Besides, who would know it was her, "Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue" (Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Classmate), through the internet?
Lin Jing tapped into Weibo and opened the new account with no avatar and a garbled name: "Um... may I meekly ask, Boss, are you still there?"
The other party likely had private message notifications enabled, as the reply came back quickly: "?"
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Boss, are you still accepting private commissions?"
Compared to before, Lan Bowen's attitude was noticeably colder after his trip to the blacklist. He didn't even reply to her second message.
Don't kneel too quickly, wait a little longer.
Lin Jing waited for less than two minutes before impulsively sending Lan Bowen a smiling emoji.
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Boss, it's okay if you don't want to accept private commissions, could I trouble you with something?"
Lan Bowen still didn't respond.
Lin Jing gritted her teeth and, as if throwing caution to the wind, began to type.
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Boss, I'm sorry."
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "I apologize with a ninety-degree bow."
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "I didn't mean it just now, my brain suddenly malfunctioned. Please don't mind, Boss."
Lin Jing sent several messages in a row, but there was no response from Lan Bowen.
Just as she was about to play a sad song for herself, a line of text appeared on the screen: "I was just in a meeting."
Thank goodness, Lan Bowen was talking to her.
Just as Lin Jing was about to reply, Lan Bowen highlighted her message, "Boss, it's okay if you don't want to accept private commissions, could I trouble you with something?" and replied: "What is it?"
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Could you please send me your first sentence when you came to find me again?"
"Which sentence?"
"Hello, are you accepting private commissions?"
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Yes!"
Lan Bowen: "..."
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Boss, what are your requirements?"
Lan Bowen probably thought he had encountered a lunatic. There was a moment of silence, then he sent her a message detailing his requirements for this commission.
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Okay, no problem, Boss. I'll go brainstorm first, and when I have a draft, I'll come to you for confirmation."
Lan Bowen: "Okay."
Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Then Boss, I'm going to brainstorm."
Lan Bowen: "Wait."
Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "Boss, do you have any other instructions?"
Lan Bowen: "I'm commissioning a new avatar for miracle. I hope you can keep it confidential and not make it public."
Lan Bowen: "Also, what is your quote?"
Lin Jing paused for two seconds: "Can I not charge?"
Lan Bowen: "?"
Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue: "If it's really not possible, then one dollar?"
[Will continue after waking up, today's makeup update hahaha]