Chen Gu was utterly depressed. Ironically, the idea had been his own; he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot.
「Half an hour later」
Qing Ruyan, clad in a black evening gown, appeared at the entrance to the hotel's most prestigious banquet hall.
Chen Gu, in a simple suit, was immediately met with Qing Ruyan's frown. "What are you wearing? Are you some fresh graduate who just found a job?"
Dragging Chen Gu straight to the hotel's first-floor shopping mall, she swiftly outfitted him in a fashionable deep purple suit. Paired with a pale gold skinny tie and maroon leather shoes, his entire ensemble proclaimed a simple truth to everyone: I am merely a vase.
The President's vase.
Qing Ruyan nodded in satisfaction. "This is more like it."
Chen Gu rolled his eyes and consoled himself internally, Well, as an Oscar-winning actor, I can play any role, even that of a male vase.
