C23 You're Great I Remember You

Director Lee took her to the backstage.

Although it was called backstage, it was actually only a room less than twenty square meters. Thirty or forty young, beautiful models had to put on make-up and change clothes, and also, staff members kept coming in and out. They had to walk sideways to get through.

Wen Shishi frowned. It seemed like today would be a tough battle.

"Oh, President Cheng, you're here!" Director Lee said in a flattering manner.

Wen Shishi turned around, and only now she saw clearly that arrogant President Cheng who was acting like a god.

He wasn't wearing the traditional suit and tie like all corporate managers. Instead, he wore a shiny black leather jacket and a vest of the same color that outlined his well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles. He wore a pair of ripped jeans with a skull logo on his pocket.

His look was definitely anti-mainstream.

However, he was the boss. He paid her salary, so Wen Shishi didn't have anything to say.

She lowered her head and followed behind director Lee, trying to go unnoticed.

She just wanted to do her job, take the money, and leave. She really did not want to offend this 'Buddha,' with whom it was obviously not easy to talk.

Director Lee came over with a smile: "I'm explaining the workflow to the new makeup artist. Don't worry, leave everything to me. Today's show will definitely be a success."

"Not to worry?" President Cheng snorted disdainfully. His gaze fell on Wen Shishi, who was hiding behind, and said, "Can I be at ease when an auntie is the makeup artist for my models?"

Director Lee was a little embarrassed: "Well, that's not necessarily the case. After all, this is the first time Ms. Wen is cooperating with us. I'll watch her closely."

"No need, I'll see for myself." President Cheng reached out to push Director Lee away and stood in front of Wen Shishi, emitting an oppressive aura. He was tall and strong, his dark shadow almost enveloping her petite figure.

Wen Shishi wasn't used to being so close to strangers, so she took a small step back.

"Wen Shishi?" he rolled her name between his lips with an evil grin.

Wen Shishi bit the bullet and greeted, "Good morning, President Cheng. I'm Wen Shishi."

"Do you know who I am?"

She had spent all these years caught up in the household chores. She couldn't even recognize all the celebrities, so how could she possibly know him?

"You are …"

Director Lee intervened in time to break the embarrassment and enliven the atmosphere: "President Cheng is very famous in the car design field at home and abroad! Everyone knows him, right, Miss Wen?"

Car design? No wonder he had such a temper. He turned out to be an artist.

Wen Shishi smiled awkwardly. "Yes."

President Cheng glared at him. Director Lee immediately shut his mouth and didn't dare to say anything else.

"Then tell me, what's my name?"

Wen Shishi was stupefied.

Was this person testing her?

Wen Shishi gritted her teeth, not knowing how to reply.

"Do you know or not?!"

At this furious roar, the noisy backstage quieted down instantly.

Everyone fell silent, not even daring to breathe.

Wen Shishi took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I don't know. But President Cheng, I don't think the boss' name is relevant to my job as a makeup artist."

President Cheng sneered, "If you don't know who I am, how do you know my requirements for my models' makeup? Miss Wen, since you receive my paycheck, shouldn't you be prepared before coming here?"

"Director Lee," Wen Shishi asked softly, "May I ask what is President Cheng's full name?"

Director Lee looked at President Cheng, shrank his neck, and said, "President Cheng's name is Cheng Xiao, he's an internationally renowned car designer. Today's auto show is a personal product exhibition of President Cheng and a new product launch of his own brand. He has been preparing for this event for several years, so he attaches great importance to it and does not allow even the slightest mistake … "

She saw it now.

Brave and good-natured, the name was like a call to battle, enough to scatter the lesser people.

"Do you understand?" Cheng Xiao said coldly.

Wen Shishi nodded. "I understand."

"So, do you have any questions? You know nothing about your own boss. Miss Wen, Director Meng recommended you, so logically speaking, I should be giving you some credit. But this is my event, and everything is up to me. If you don't understand my requirements, how can you properly make-up the models?"

Wen Shishi smiled and said, "Then Director Lee is very familiar with your requirements, could he do it?"

Cheng Xiao clenched his fists in anger.

"Also, President Cheng, may I ask, apart from me, do you have other makeup artists ready for today?

Cheng Xiao sneered: "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything. I only think that if I'm the only one on-site today, then I'll be the one who decides how to do the make-up in the end."

Wen Shishi was neither humble nor haughty. She straightened her back and pushed the black-rimmed glasses on her nose. She pointed at the clock on the wall and said softly, "There is less than an hour before the show begins. If you do not intend to use me, I can leave now. Find yourself another makeup artist who knows your name and understands your requirements. But, if I'm the only one responsible for dressing up the models today, I think you should be concerned with the time, not with my ignorance regarding your name."

Director Lee was so frightened by her attitude that he turned pale and quickly pulled her back, saying in a low voice, "Miss Wen, how dare you talk like that to President Cheng? Do you know he once fired more than a dozen makeup artists in one month ... "

"I don't know, and I don't care either." Wen Shishi looked at the man in front of her: "President Cheng, we don't have much time left. Can you give me an answer soon?"

"Ha!" Cheng Xiao suddenly laughed coldly, "Wen Shishi, right? Very good. I will remember you."

Wen Shishi raised her eyebrows, "Thank you. I am honored to be remembered by President Cheng."

The veins in Cheng Xiao's neck bulged, and he stared at Wen Shishi as if his gaze could burn countless holes in her body.

"Okay," he crossed his arms. "Miss Wen, please start your work. If you screw up today's show, Director Meng's name will no longer matter to me. You will compensate for all the losses."

He made an inviting gesture. "Let's begin."

Wen Shishi took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Recently, she was too pampered by Mr. Sniper and became impulsive. She was able to endure her mother-in-law's scornful treatment for four years. Why was she so impatient today?

It didn't matter if she was scolded, but if it affected Uncle Meng, she would feel bad for Xiaoxia, who was very excited that she had found this job.

Director Lee walked over and nudged her, "Miss Wen, you're awesome! I've been with President Cheng for seven or eight years, and you're the first person who dares to go against him like that. You must be a famous makeup artist in the industry, right? "

Wen Shishi smiled bitterly, "Director Lee, I don't want to lie to you. Today it's really the first time for me to do this job."