Department store!

Holding the newly bought watch, Song Qianqian couldn't hide her smile and excitement. "Cousin, how did you come up with these clothing designs?"

"They're both stylish and profitable. We only sold for a little over three hours here, and we sold out all the clothes we made in the last three days. In just those few days, we earned more than I did as a designer in the factory."

“Cousin, I think you are more talented than people who graduated from this major. Aren’t you going to night school? Why don’t you study fashion design in the future?”

Zhao Lanxi gave a humble yet confident smile, "How can I compare to a professional like you? I just read a couple more books on fashion design and got interested, so I wanted to try drawing it out myself."

I didn't expect these styles of clothing to sell so well.

"Cousin, you're too modest." Song Qianqian felt that Zhao Lanxi was just being modest. If Zhao Lanxi didn't have talent, how could she design such beautiful clothes?

"Cousin, you should really consider my suggestion. You can design such beautiful clothes just by looking at two magazines. If you concentrate on learning, you will definitely become a very outstanding fashion designer in the future."

Zhao Lanxi shook her head. "I came to sell clothes just because I didn't want to spend my family's money anymore. I wanted to earn some living expenses for myself. My dream is still to become a doctor."

These clothing styles were merely what she saw and recorded in her dreams, and some were imitations of clothing styles that Jiang Yue had sold. Without dreams, she couldn't have come up with any other clothing styles at all, a fact that Zhao Lanxi was well aware of.

Therefore, Zhao Lanxi would not gamble her future on something so uncertain.

Song Qianqian felt it was a pity that Zhao Lanxi didn't study fashion design, but she wisely stopped discussing the topic with Zhao Lanxi and instead thought of something else.

"Cousin, the girl who bought clothes today said that some of our clothes are very similar in style to those sold by a woman who used to sell clothes here. Was she referring to Jiang Yue?"

"It should be Jiang Yue, right? What's wrong?" Zhao Lanxi asked, feigning ignorance.

Song Qianqian whispered in Zhao Lanxi's ear, "Cousin, I'm worried that with Jiang Yue's unreasonable temper, if she finds out we're selling the same clothes as her, will she cause us trouble?"

Compared to Song Qianqian's worries, Zhao Lanxi didn't take Jiang Yue to heart. "So what if we sell the same clothes as her? There are so many people selling the same clothes outside, has anyone ever cared?"

“But I’m afraid Jiang Yue will say we’re stealing her business. She’s so mean and unreasonable. I’m afraid she’ll make a scene in front of my cousin-in-law.”

Song Qianqian was still worried about Jiang Yue dealing with them, after all, Jiang Yue was like a shrew, and when she made a scene, it was absolutely terrible.

"This is a department store, not her home. Even if Jiang Yue makes a scene, can she force people to buy her things?"

In business, everyone has to rely on their own abilities; if she's not good at it, she can't blame us.

Besides, your cousin-in-law listens to me the most. He won't be angry with me over something like this; he'll only be angry that Jiang Yue is being unreasonable.

Zhao Lanxi explained nonchalantly that she wanted to sell the same style of clothes as Jiang Yue, since Jiang Yue had always been competing with her for Pei Hengzhi's things.

Since Jiang Yue had been taught so many lessons before and still hadn't learned them, this time she would let Jiang Yue taste what it felt like to have something taken away from her.

Thinking it over, Zhao Lanxi beckoned to Song Qianqian with her finger and whispered in Song Qianqian's ear, "I heard that Battalion Commander Lu is back, but he is injured and is currently in the hospital."

Jiang Yue will probably be taking care of Battalion Commander Lu these days, but she and Yao Hua certainly won't give up such a lucrative business as selling clothes. I guess Yao Hua will be the only one making clothes at home these days.

Yao Hua had a falling out with the people in the compound, so she can only live in the family quarters. My relationship with her isn't very good. These next few days, try to talk to Yao Hua more often, see what new styles of clothes they're making, and write them down.

Is my cousin trying to ruin Jiang Yue and Yao Hua's business?

Song Qianqian was somewhat shocked by Zhao Lanxi's ruthlessness, but she quickly realized it made sense. Others might not know, but she had grown up with Zhao Lanxi since childhood and knew her cousin's personality best.

Her cousin wasn't as harmless and kind as she seemed. In fact, Zhao Lanxi held grudges very much. The one time she remembered most vividly was when a little boy in the compound snatched her cousin's bread, and her cousin plotted to make the boy break his leg.

"Cousin, I understand what to do." Song Qianqian nodded with a smile. "I will definitely get along well with Yao Hua." Ideally, I would even make Yao Hua and Jiang Yue turn against each other.

Then she would devise a plan to make Yao Hua a bit stupid and have her do all sorts of shameful things in front of Political Commissar Yu. At that point, Political Commissar Yu would definitely not want Yao Hua anymore.

She'll have her chance then.

...

At the hospital.

After wiping Lu Jingnian's legs, Jiang Yue only put a pair of underwear on him before carefully covering him with a blanket.

Looking at the man still hiding under the covers, Jiang Yue sighed helplessly, feeling both heartache and an irrepressible urge to laugh. She reached out and pulled the covers back, meeting Lu Jingnian's slightly reddened eyes.

"Lu Jingnian, what's wrong?"

Jiang Yue panicked a little. Was Lu Jingnian crying?

Did I hurt you just now?

I'll go get the doctor!

She asked anxiously.

"It doesn't hurt, Yueyue, don't go."

Lu Jingnian held Jiang Yue's hand tightly, his eyes were warm, his throat was choked, and his heart was filled with a sweet, swollen feeling, as if something was about to burst out.

So this is what it feels like to be loved and pampered. Like poppy, once you've tasted it, you can't wait to want it a second and a third time...

Until it becomes an addiction, seeping into your bones, and you never want to borrow it again.

"I'm not leaving."

Jiang Yue grasped Lu Jingnian's hand and gently kissed his cheek. "I'll stay here and watch over you. Be good now. I'll go empty the water and get a fresh basin of clean water. I'll shave your beard; it's too prickly and uncomfortable to kiss."

Although Lu Jingnian looks very manly when he doesn't shave, she still prefers the clean-cut Lu Jingnian.

Lu Jingnian didn't want to let go, but he was afraid that if he didn't listen to Jiang Yue, she would get angry. He frowned and hesitated for a moment, then whispered a request to Jiang Yue.

"Then kiss me again, on the lips, it won't hurt here."

Jiang Yue was practically smitten by his charm. She lowered her head and kissed Lu Jingnian's lips hard without hesitation. As she was about to leave, she gently bit him.

This man is injured like this, yet he still dares to flirt with her like this. Once he recovers, Jiang Yue feels it's necessary to teach Lu Jingnian a lesson about the wickedness of the world.