Chapter 143 Iris
Song Ni had never spoken to Tan Zheng about any of her fashion designs. Therefore, the shock she felt upon seeing this creation was indescribable. Even though Tan Zheng knew what she had studied and how he had found out about her graduation design, how did he find it? The woman who had received it was just a passerby, and he didn't even know any information about her. All of a sudden, too many questions popped into her mind, and Song Ni asked, "How did you find it?"
As fate would have it, the wife of a business partner of GN Group had recently acquired a very beautiful dress. However, it was not the right size for her, and she couldn't wear it, so she specifically sought out an expert and placed it in a private collection. The business partner was known for doting on his wife, and when he mentioned this matter in passing, Tan Zheng didn't think much of it. It wasn't until they went out to play ball together and he met the lady that he learned the designer of the dress was named Krist. Tan Zheng was not familiar with the fashion industry, but he certainly knew what his wife studied and what her stage name was. So, he asked the lady if she could see the dress and then called Song Jing, only to learn that Song Ni had casually given her design to a stranger.
The dress had a beautiful name: Iris Pale Purple Gilded Gauze Gown. The skirt was flowing, exuding an air of noble coldness and elegance. However, the high slit on the left thigh added a touch of boldness and playfulness, like a confident declaration of her presence, flamboyant yet appropriate. When Tan Zheng saw the dress, he thought of Song Ni herself. He had seen the few works Song Ni had designed before, and her designs were full of spirit. Especially this graduation work, which added her own nature to its brilliance. Wasn't Song Ni just like this? Pampered since childhood, her temperament was somewhat aloof. In front of outsiders, she was a noble and elegant young lady, but in front of people she knew well, she would be mischievous, pretend to be good, and become lively and agile. She was beautiful, resplendently so. This dress was the same. It was at the moment he saw the Iris that Tan Zheng conceived the idea of buying the dress back. This dress was designed by Song Ni; it belonged to Song Ni and should stay by Song Ni's side, and only Song Ni could wear it.
So, he requested the lady to allow him to take it, though it was rather impolite to snatch something away. The lady indeed liked the dress and didn't want to part with it. However, when she heard that the designer was Tan Zheng's wife, her insistence seemed to lose its meaning. The lady asked, "Why did your wife give away the Iris in the first place?" Tan Zheng didn't know the answer, but he gave the most perfect reply, which convinced the lady. He took out his phone and showed her a photo he had taken of Song Ni. "My wife is waiting for the Iris to return."
The photo simply showed Song Ni in loungewear, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, engrossed in reading a script. She wore no makeup, and her hair was casually tied up. While not stunningly beautiful, she possessed a charm that drew people in. After seeing the photo, the lady sighed, "Your wife has very beautiful eyes." Since the original owner of the Iris was waiting for her return, what was the point of keeping it? Tan Zheng didn't elaborate, but Song Ni understood how much fate was involved in getting the Iris back. At that time, she was young and arrogant, relying on her talent, and even willing to give Iris away to a stranger.
"Try it on?" Tan Zheng thought that his little lady would look stunning in this dress. Song Ni shook her head. Typically, such creations were made to standard model measurements, and ordinary people couldn't wear them, even she herself wouldn't likely fit. But Tan Zheng insisted, "Trust me, you can wear it." He knew Song Ni's figure very well; earlier, when he had touched her waist, it wasn't just for flirting. She had indeed suffered a lot recently and had lost a lot of weight. Seeing Song Ni's hesitation, Tan Zheng continued to persuade her in a low voice, "The Iris is yours, and only you can wear it. Do you want to see someone else in this dress?" Song Ni shook her head. By rights, the clothes she designed were meant for others to wear, but the Iris was an exception. This dress was infused with too many personal factors; she would feel awkward seeing someone else wear it. This was why Tan Zheng wanted to buy it back the moment he saw it. The Iris could only be Song Ni's.
Finally, Song Ni was persuaded by Tan Zheng and went into the bathroom to try on the Iris for the first time. Tan Zheng waited patiently outside. About ten minutes later, Song Ni opened the door, but she didn't come out. Instead, she beckoned to Tan Zheng, "The zipper is stuck, come help me." The dress's dimensions were incredibly precise, and even though Song Ni had slimmed down considerably, it took quite an effort to put it on. Tan Zheng looked at her fair hands, chuckled softly, and coaxed her in a hushed tone, "There are only the two of us in the room, just come out." It made sense, so Song Ni didn't hesitate. Holding one hand over her chest and the other clutching the hem of the skirt, she walked out. Tan Zheng's somewhat playful smile slowly faded, replaced by a serious admiration for Song Ni in the Iris. What had he thought back then? The Iris could only be worn by Song Ni.
The pale purple was perfect for Song Ni. Her skin was fair and delicate, and the pale purple gauze made her skin appear even more tender and translucent. She, in turn, made the Iris more vibrant and imbued it with a touch of spirit. Together, the human and the dress became radiant, like flowing starlight. The gauze above her chest, partially veiled, drew the eye, enticing one to explore the mystery of purple further. Song Ni's collarbones were exquisite, and coupled with her superior swan-like neck, it gave her an air of noble temperament. Her lustrous eyes, calm and serene, also held a hint of cold allure. But the moment she saw Tan Zheng, her gaze shifted, the corners of her eyes turned up, and her usually placid eyes, like a lake shattered by stones, instantly transformed. From a chaste, aloof beauty, she became exceedingly seductive and charming.
Tan Zheng was somewhat mesmerized. His little lady, his Mrs. Tan, was simply too beautiful. Her pure face was adorned with an unrestrainable charm and radiance between her brows and eyes. How could one person blend these two contradictory qualities so harmoniously? Seeing his inaction, Song Ni frowned slightly. "What are you standing there for, silly? Come and help me." The man's Adam's apple rolled several times. His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his breathing unconsciously growing heavier. Tan Zheng stepped forward and walked behind Song Ni. Song Ni turned her head to urge him on. Her hair was casually pinned up, with several strands falling around her face, adding to a sense of beautiful dishevelment. The man lowered his head, looking at Song Ni's fair, flawless back, as smooth as jade, and his eyes instantly filled with a scarlet hue.
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