When Yang Fei woke up, he'd forgotten everything about the night before.

What he didn't know yet was that years later, it would still be a running joke among the guys.

That Friday afternoon, Xu Ye left work early and drove over to Pei Youwei's on his own. As it happened, Tong Yuanyuan was in the office giving her a report.

Right after YW moved to Shanghai, Pei Youwei and Tong Yuanyuan had gone to visit Yang Lin at home. Looking after a baby was hard work, but Yang Lin still had plenty of free time, and she'd kept up her habit of sketching designs. Between last year and now, she'd designed more than ten new pieces for YW. Just yesterday, she'd messaged Tong Yuanyuan and asked her to come by the house today. Tong Yuanyuan had spent most of the day there, and the moment she got back to the company, she went straight into Pei Youwei's office.

And that was exactly when Xu Ye showed up.

If last year's Cuiwei, Qingyao, Yunmeng and Cangyuan series had a strong traditional Chinese flavor, then this year's new pieces breathed luxury in every detail.

With more than ten years of experience designing for top luxury brands, nobody knew better than Yang Lin how to make clothes look high-end.

This year's dozen or so new pieces came in only two color families, so they'd been split into two series, and once again, each had a lovely name.

One was called Fanxing, and the other Chunshui.

After looking through the designs, Pei Youwei quickly gave instructions. "Go tell Zhang Xiaonuan to let management know there's a meeting in the conference room in fifteen minutes. And remember to give the factory a heads-up."

"Got it."

Tong Yuanyuan quickly left the office.

Xu Ye stood beside Pei Youwei, looking at one of the designs on her computer screen, and suddenly started laughing.

Pei Youwei didn't get it. "What are you laughing at?"

Xu Ye explained. "A while ago I met a friend whose family runs a jewelry store. Pearl jewelry is their main line, and…