Chapter 191 - Kick Back To Europe

When Da Xia came home, she was more than ready to rip someone's head off. She was screaming at the maids who had tended to her the moment she got through the front door. Her patience had completely ran out.

Then when she saw her brother peacefully lounging in the living room with an iPad on his lap, it was as if something burst inside of her. "What are you doing?!"

Dai Fang lifted his head. His hair was dyed a bronze blond and was slicked back. "What?"

"You're supposed to be helping me take down the Qings!" she snatched the iPad from him and tossed it to the other end of the sofa.

"My game!" he quickly scrambled to get it back. 

"This is why you're a failure, Fang! This is all you do. You play!"

Dai Fang glared at his sister. "That's not true. It's the weekend. I deserve some peace and quiet."

"But you can't have peace and quiet right now. Feng Xuan just launched her own fashion brand!"

"What?!" he exclaimed and quickly exited his game. When he logged in his social media, his feed was filled with Feng Xuan's face and her cousin's Wang Yimin. He smiled in his mind… oh, Wang Yimin… he had a long-term crush on her. They had never been introduced to each other but he had always liked seeing her, there was something peaceful about her face. Like still water.

He went to the search engine and sure enough articles had already popped in the current news tab made about an hour ago. "Oh, boy," he whispered under his breath.

The Yang family was a known stock holder in many companies. Yang Wei had published many books regarding finances and starting your own businesses and smart investing. Dai Fang had books of him in the small shelf in his room. After achieving success, he invested most of his money in the businesses of his sons-in-law and grandsons-in-law. The man could stay at home doing nothing and drink margaritas all he want and he would still get large sums of money.

He was probably the one who put money in this little company.

"What am I going to do?" whined Da Xia and plopped down the couch. "They are already launching tonight. They are doing everything without initial press releases and they still trend. They don't have to beg for the press, they come willingly to them. I had been planning this for years and somehow they still got a headstart."

Dai Fang did not know how he could console his sister. "You just have to have a better launch."

"What? Two fashion brand launches in a week?"

"Then do it next week. You just have to come up with something unique to gather attention."

Da Xia was fuming, her nose flaring. "I don't even have a physical store yet."

"Do things online," said Dai Fang. "We can go over the financial plans again and add more in the marketing department. Pay off some influencers to try on your clothes and post about it in social media. We'll be paying journalists to say something nice about your brand."

Da Xia bit on her thumb. "I just have the idea on how to attract the press for the launch. But it's going to cost money."

Dai Fang shrugged. "As long as you're still in the mercy of The Kingly, you can get a lot of money from them."

Da Xia stood up. She didn't want to include her ex-boyfriend in this fight, but they were forcing her hand. "Find something on Qing Chen. We need to get rid of him in The Kingly."

"Da Xia, didn't you think I already made a sweep at his records when I first arrived there?" Dai Fang asked his sister with a grimace. "Aside from his absences, there was nothing you can throw at his face. The man is good with his job."

"There has to be something. Everybody got skeletons in their closets. Dug up the old problems at the hotel—I don't care. Find an issue about him and let the shareholders know. I can't have his brain pitched in with his wife. I need him distracted with something else. If we succeed, you might just replace him."

A flame started in Dai Fang's chest. "I'll try to find something."

Da Xia left her brother and went up to her room. She still had a lot to sew for her launch.

**

After the morning party at the Golden Hearts Charity, Qing Chen and Feng Xuan went home. With the influence of alcohol and her tiredness for the past few days, Feng Xuan did not bother showering before getting to bed.

She immediately started stripping when they reached the bedroom. She took off her shoes and the buttons behind her neck almost took all of her patience.

"Here, let me," Qing Chen said and unbuttoned the collar for her. "Is that how the rest of the clothes are going to look like?"

"It's still winter," Feng Xuan said and dropped on the bed, wrapping herself with the soft blanket. "High collars are a need. But to answer your question, yes. One of Yimin's ideas was to release per collection. The first one is a tribute to cultural fashion. The next one could be about skirts or tops. It makes the limited stock more exciting. They never really know when we're going to have another collection with the same theme."

Feng Xuan was already asleep when Qing Chen got out of the shower but she was roused when he got into bed. "I'm sorry," he said.

She only shook her head and went inside his arms. She breathed against his chest. Soap… and Qing Chen. "I missed sleeping next to you."

"I missed you too," he answered, kissing the top of her head. "Let's get a few hours of sleep before we go to your launch."

"Yes, I still have a bitch to kick back to Europe."