Shen Qing calmly watched as Cheng Zhiwen locked the door from the inside.

She didn't say anything, just looked at him calmly.

"We've assigned three people to escort those girls back to their country. We're short-handed enough to guard two rooms, so you'll have to make do and share a room with me."

Shen Qing didn't think it was necessary to waste manpower watching his house 24 hours a day after getting off the ship, and said, "Actually, my house doesn't need anyone to guard it. You can have them guard your house."

After saying that, he turned to look at the door.

When Cheng Zhiwen turned the door lock, he slapped the door, trapping her between the door and his chest.

“On the ship, you are the only woman I have come into contact with. Even after you disembark, you will be targeted. In this situation, I advise you to stay with me for safety.”

Why are you watching me?

"use."

Shen Qing recalled how he had fought off pirates on the ship to save her.

Perhaps because of that incident, those people thought she could be used as a hostage to threaten Cheng Zhiwen?

However, Shen Qing is now unsure what Cheng Zhiwen really thinks of her.

Although he said the pirates were after him, he opened fire on them early to save her.

Perhaps if he hadn't saved her, a gunfight could have been avoided that night, and his back wouldn't have been injured.

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. She walked blankly to the sofa and sat down.

Cheng Zhiwen sat down beside her.

Desperate for an answer, she mustered her courage and looked him straight in the eye: "Why did you save me on the ship?"

Cheng Zhiwen smiled, looked away, and stared at her hands resting on her knees: "We've known each other for a while now, I can't just watch you die innocently in front of me, can I?"

Shen Qing's confusion suddenly cleared, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, saving her might be one of the few remaining vestiges of his conscience.

But saving her did not erase her hatred for the traitors.

Thinking of this, Shen Qing's heart turned cold again, and she stood up: "Oh, then thank you."

She picked up her suitcase, went straight into the bedroom, and closed the door.

Cheng Zhiwen let him sleep on the sofa. He's a stinking traitor, who cares!

As the afternoon approached, Shen Qing saw that it was still early, so she packed two down vests and prepared to buy two European-style long dresses for herself, and also inquire about local clothing traders.

Upon opening the door, I saw Cheng Zhiwen standing by the window, one hand in her pocket, looking down.

She said, "I'm going out to buy two sets of clothes," and opened the door to go out.

He thought Cheng Zhiwen would follow, but he didn't expect that Cheng Zhiwen would only let Jiang Shen and another attendant follow him.

Although Jiang Shen's attitude towards her was lukewarm, she felt it was much better than having Cheng Zhiwen around.

Shen Qing first went to a nearby bank to exchange some pounds, and then went to Brick Lane.

In fact, she had no idea where the wholesale markets and fairs were in London at that time. She went to Brick Lane first only because she had heard from a classmate who had studied in the UK that there was a chance to find cheap and good clothes there.

So she came to try her luck.

From afar, two rows of red brick buildings came into view; we had arrived at Brick Lane.

Shen Qing lifted her skirt and ran over, but even after passing through the entire alley, she couldn't see any trace of the market, only some Bangladeshi immigrants living there.

Shen Qing walked back dejectedly.

She headed toward her second destination—the department store.

In her memory, Oxford Street had many low-priced department stores selling clothing, where she could not only buy clothes for herself, but also inquire about local clothing wholesalers and trading companies.

Walking into a department store, Shen Qing chose a stall selling everyday clothing and picked out two European-style long dresses suitable for the season.

The inner lining is a beige cotton long-sleeved dress, and the outer layer is a light brown thin cashmere vest dress.

The design features a double-layered structure: an inner lining that is sweat-absorbent and skin-friendly, and an outer skirt that provides wind protection and style.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her outfit with satisfaction.

The belt tightly cinched her waist, making her appear tall and slender, while also giving her a dashing and heroic air.

Her hair was completely untied and simply tied into a high ponytail, making her look younger and more lively.

The sales clerk stood beside her, looking amazed: "Madam, this outfit you've put together is so beautiful! It really suits you!"

Shen Qing turned around with a smile, thinking to herself that these sales pitches haven't changed in a hundred years.

She took out a stack of pounds, counted out two bills, but instead of giving them to the sales clerk, she asked with a smile, "Do you know where the local clothing trading company in London is?"

After saying that, he pointed out another pound note, but didn't take it out.

The sales clerk knew the extra bill was for her tip, and pointed towards Hyde Park.

“Madam, it should be over there. Our company headquarters is there, so I guess there should be other clothing companies nearby.”

Shen Qing smiled and counted out three pounds for her, then took the shopping bag.

As soon as she stepped out of the stall, Jiang Shen came over to greet her. He was taken aback when he saw her completely new look and hesitated for a moment before taking the large and small bags from her.

The group rushed to the shopping street near Hyde Park. Shen Qing looked up at the signs hanging on both sides of the street and went into the shop with the biggest sign.

The larger the company and the larger the market, the more receptive it is to new products.

As they pushed open the door, the receptionist immediately came up to them and stopped them: "Hello, ma'am, how can I help you?"

Shen Qing smiled and said, "I am a clothing manufacturer and would like to recommend a new thermal vest to your company."

Do you have an appointment?

"No, but I can make an appointment now!"

Shen Qing was not disappointed. He had only come to check on things first and had not intended to meet with the traders immediately.

Being able to make an appointment is already quite good.

After leaving one place, she went into the next one, and both places required her to make an appointment first.

Reservations are booked from tomorrow afternoon to five days from now, with a total of nine clothing companies.

Shen Qing returned to her room with a big smile.

Cheng Zhiwen was sitting on the sofa reading the day's London Daily when she heard the door open. She closed the newspaper and looked over, and was stunned to see her in modern clothes.

After a while, he came to his senses and said, "This outfit suits you very well."

Shen Qing smiled, changed into slippers, carried her bags back to her room, and bent down by the bed to organize the samples that she would be displaying the next afternoon.

Cheng Zhiwen, hands in his pockets, leaned against the door and looked at her, asking, "How did the meeting go this afternoon? Do you need any help?"

His tone was casual, but his gaze moved from her high ponytail to her slender waist.

Having grown accustomed to seeing her in loose-fitting long gowns and dresses, I never knew she had such a slim waist and such long legs.

His throat suddenly felt tight, and his body felt hot. He coughed lightly, and before Shen Qing could speak, he went to open the window, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at Shen Qing in the room.

Shen Qing said, "No need, I'll handle my own business."

Cheng Zhiwen didn't say anything, just smiled sarcastically and looked out the window.