Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Then let Jiang Chongyan do it for me

Xin Tong and Song Qingyun danced until three in the morning.

Song Qingyun was already drunk and looked like a corpse.

Although Xin Tong didn't drink any alcohol, she was dizzy after being exposed to the smoke and music all night.

After dragging the drunken corpse out of the nightclub, the next second, I saw a man standing at the door.

He is tall, wearing a black windbreaker, with a handsome face and a solemn figure.

Song Tingfeng took the person from Xin Tong's hands, picked him up easily, lowered his head and frowned, looking at the person in his arms who was drunk.

"Send Miss Xin back." He said this to the driver, turned around and prepared to leave with Song Qingyun in his arms.

"No, no. I drove here."

Xin Tong pointed to the pink Rolls-Royce next to her.

"Then let the driver drive for you." The man's voice was unmoved.

Obviously, the eldest son of the Song family had such knowledge and upbringing that it was difficult for him to allow a girl to drive home alone in the middle of the night. Sending her home safely was the most basic etiquette.

Xin Tong heard his firm tone and knew it would be difficult to change, so she didn't refuse.

Seeing Song Tingfeng about to disappear into the darkness ahead with the person in his arms, Xin Tong shouted anxiously:

"Brother Tingfeng, wait!"

She had been a little afraid of him since she was a child, always feeling that he had a cold personality. After becoming the heir of the Song family, he became deep-minded, completely different from the simple-minded Song Qingyun.

Even though she has had such a good relationship with Song Qingyun for many years, Xin Tong still unconsciously avoids having any contact with Song Tingfeng.

Hearing her voice, Song Tingfeng stopped and didn't look back.

"Don't be angry, don't blame her, I was the one who dragged her to the nightclub."

"She didn't actually drink much, but she has a poor alcohol tolerance and became drunk like this after just a little."

She looked at the man's back cautiously, her heart beating as she waited for his answer.

After a few seconds, I heard the man whisper,

"I heard that Miss Xin has been dealing with internal family affairs recently. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me, and the Song family will do its best to help."

After saying that, he carried the person into the Bentley and drove away.

*

The Rolls-Royce drove into the underground garage.

Song Tingfeng's driver was indeed very professional. He knew what to do and what not to do. After sending the person back safely, he parked the car, bowed and said goodbye, and immediately turned around and left without staying for even a second.

This is the villa where He Chuan and Xin Wenqing live the most.

The location is very good, in the main city, close to the Morikawa headquarters. It is a historical building from the Republican era, a Western-style house with a large garden in the backyard.

After Xin Tong became an adult, the family basically lived here most of the time, and only went to other houses during holidays.

Xin Tong guessed that her parents should be at home today, so she stepped into the elevator carefully like a thief, for fear of waking her parents and exposing her for being out fooling around until three in the morning.

——The next second, she suddenly saw a faint figure in the dead silence and darkness ahead.

Suddenly, my heart stopped and I was terrified.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Her legs reflexively went weak and she sat down on the ground.

The next moment, the light came on with a "click". She squinted her eyes and saw a man in front of her.

Young, tall and thin, with black hair hanging down slightly covering his eyes.

Standing in the corner, motionless, just waiting for her.

It was He Tianqi.

Oh, yes. He is her "brother" now and lives in her house.

"..." Xin Tong was so scared that she couldn't speak at this moment. She sat on the ground trembling, watching He Tianqi walk step by step to her with her mouth open, stop, lower his eyes, and look down at her condescendingly.

"Where did you go?"

A flat voice.

"Your makeup is ruined like this."

Huh? Trembling, she pulled out her phone screen and realized she'd been partying until the wee hours, her makeup was all smudged, her black eyeliner smudged all over her face. She looked ridiculous, like a ghost.

No! Xin Tong suddenly raised her head, climbed up using her hands and feet, and looked at He Tianqi warily.

——Obviously he looks more like a ghost!

His dark eyes were deep, and he looked thin and strange. He suddenly became completely different from the rational and calm appearance that outsiders usually saw. He lurked in the darkness in the middle of the night without saying a word, waiting for her to come home.

How creepy!

Xin Tong got goosebumps all over her body.

She was already annoyed when she saw He Tianqi, and now she wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to run back to the room, his arm was suddenly grabbed by a strong force.

"No answer yet, where have you been?"

He glanced at her backless long dress and the high heels on her feet.

The edge of my instep is a little red, which is caused by wearing high heels for a long time today.

In addition to the smell of perfume, there was also a mixed smell of alcohol on his body.

With her hair disheveled and makeup ruined, she tiptoed back in the early morning.

His face suddenly darkened.

"Club?"

"Ordered another male model?"

He pinched Xin Tong's arm with his right hand, and the force became stronger and stronger, making Xin Tong hiss, struggle against him, and push him away.

"You are sick."

Xin Tong glared at him.

"Where I go is none of your business."

"All you need to know is that Kelly is mine, Morikawa is mine, and my parents are mine too!"

After uttering a vicious slogan declaring war, Xin Tong turned around and left without looking back.

*

To take back the property and defeat He Tianqi, it is necessary to achieve the goal of making Kelly profitable within a year.

Xin Tong has a simple mind and acts directly.

She felt that only when she could make nice-looking clothes would her plan to make money be on track.

After getting guidance from Song Qingyun and gathering some information around.

Xin Tong finally decided to set off and go to the famous Jiang family to try her luck.

Jiang's is a well-known high-end custom suit brand.

There are not many industries, but they are extremely stable. The full customization and semi-customization alone are already top-notch in the circle. Customers coming and going are from all over the world, and many celebrities in the political, business and cultural circles have been customers of Jiang's suits.

What is even more unbelievable is that Jiang’s is a century-old brand.

This is a long-established high-end custom suit brand that was established during the Republic of China. Its founder is Ms. Jiang Wang. She first opened a store in the old town of Wucheng and has been thriving for over a hundred years.

Ms. Jiang Wang was a truly influential figure of her generation. Born into a powerful and prestigious family, she owned a family estate and was a true daughter of a wealthy family. She studied fashion design in the UK and then pursued a career in suit design. She then moved to Savile Row, becoming the only Chinese female apprentice at the time, and worked as a tailor for twenty years.

After returning to China, he opened the first Jiang's high-end suit tailor shop in Wucheng. With its outstanding craftsmanship and solid service attitude, Jiang's gradually gained a reputation and became one of the first pioneers of custom suits in China, becoming the most favored source of suits for the upper class.

Technology and wealth have been passed down from generation to generation. After the reform and opening up, the Jiang family began to expand their industry and try factory production. Now they have an extremely stable high-end suit clothing line.

By the time the family business reached Jiang Cheng's generation, his father, Jiang Yuanbin, had become the most authoritative voice in the Jiang family. Many renowned designers in the clothing industry had apprenticed under Jiang Yuanbin years before. He was a renowned and highly respected tailor in the world of custom-made suits, even having been personally received by national leaders and having tailored suits for them.

——Descendants of a famous family, with a profound heritage passed down from generation to generation, it is no wonder that everyone in the circle thinks that the Jiang family is the real "old money".

but……

Xin Tong looked at the information on her phone.

His eyes were fixed on the name "Jiang Chongyan".

Jiang Cheng's only son and the only heir of the next generation of the Jiang family.

Compared to the famous "Jiang" brand and family, this heir and eldest son has almost never appeared in the circle, with a very low presence and extremely mysterious.

Because of this, there are many speculations about Jiang Chongyan outside.

Some people say that Jiang Chongyan is extremely ugly, so he stays indoors.

Some people say that Jiang Chongyan is not well-trained and has average talent, so Jiang Yuanbin is not satisfied with him and will sooner or later look for someone else to be the next generation heir.

...There are many different opinions, but the person involved has never responded, and he remains mysterious and indifferent.

Seeing this, Xin Tong held his chin and thought.

After all, he is the only heir of the new generation of the Jiang family, and he must be the center of attention in the second-generation circle.

How come no one has ever seen what he looks like?

The circle of rich people is so small, and there are so many large and small parties, banquets, and social occasions. How come they never show up?

Xin Tong was puzzled.

Because when she was only a teenager, her ridiculous deeds had already spread throughout Wucheng along with the name "straw bag". Thanks to her love of men, she was well-known in the circle.

"...Do you still think this is something to be proud of?" Song Qingyun once roared at her.

So what?

Xin Tong puffed out her chest and said that one should become famous as early as possible.

…

She drove to the door of Jiang's Custom Suit Store.

The store is located in the main urban area, where tradition meets modernity. Surrounded by famous historical districts, the French architecture is distinctive, the streets are lined with golden plane trees, and the atmosphere is rich in culture and art. If I'm not mistaken, the rent is also very expensive.

A breeze blew past my ears, and I pushed the door open with the sound of wind chimes shaking.

Xin Tong had a clear goal. She went straight to the counter and asked how long it would take to make an appointment with Mr. Jiang Yuanbin to make a fully customized women's suit.

Unexpectedly, the store manager smiled politely and said, "Mr. Jiang Yuanbin has stopped accepting orders for a long time."

"If you need to appoint Mr. Jiang Cheng, you will have to wait nearly a year and obtain his consent."

Xin Tong's expression drooped.

However, it's not surprising.

Jiang Yuanbin is over 70 years old and has such a high status. It would be abnormal if he could easily make an appointment with such a master-level figure in the store.

Furthermore, the person in charge only mentioned the waiting time and the need to obtain Jiang Cheng's consent, without mentioning the word "money" at all. From their perspective, the people who came to Jiang Cheng every day to make appointments for fully customized services were either wealthy or noble, and few cared about money.

——In the upper class circles, personal connections are priceless.

Having guessed that it wouldn't be that simple, Xin Tong didn't get discouraged and began to appreciate the interior decoration of the store alone.

The shop is large, with three floors and a wooden staircase leading up. The windows are spotlessly clean, and the assortment of suits is neatly displayed and hung.

The air was lightly scented, the lights bright but not glaring, tinged with a subtle blue. Each suit was meticulously crafted, made of premium fabrics and impeccably tailored, a true work of art. The mannequins on display wore hats and neatly tied ties, their suits perfectly pressed, their shoes gleaming and spotless. Just being there, one could sense the strong spirit of British gentlemanliness.

She stood there quietly.

This meticulous, refined, elegant and classic feeling touched her heart.

She couldn't help but think of someone.

A person who is completely opposite to this British gentleman spirit.

Long golden hair, metal jewelry, and loose clothes.

Walking alone on the street, with steady steps, moving back and forth.

Such a distinct sense of individuality, freedom and life, one glance at him gives you an aggressive visual impact that you will never forget.

Xin Tong came from an upper-class background. Even if she was obsessed with material things, she had been pampered since childhood, enjoying the pleasures of visiting exhibitions and listening to classical music. In her twenty-plus years of socializing, she had never met anyone like him.

Strong rebellion, cold metal jewelry.

Such a person's name.

She opened her mouth slightly, and a string of short English words rolled silently through her mouth.

"Aiden" means fiery flame.

...until the wind chimes rang at the door and other guests came in.

Xin Tong suddenly came back to his senses.

Why did I suddenly think of him?

Although he has a handsome face, this guy's cool and arrogant look, and his leisurely and relaxed attitude in doing everything, really makes him deserve a beating!

When she thought of the scene at the Empire Hotel that day where he silently observed the whole process and left coldly without saying a word, she became furious.

Xin Tong curled her lips, forgot about that annoying person, turned around and tried to leave the store.

——"Xin Tong?!"

Wu Sifeng stood at the door of the store with his eyes wide open.

"Why are you here?!"

She looked Xin Tong up and down with an arrogant attitude, and soon understood what he meant, with a scornful smile in her eyes.

"Come to Jiang's to get a custom suit?" She crossed her arms. "What a pity! I already made an appointment with their top tailor a few months ago. You'll have to wait in line behind me."

Xin Tong followed her gaze and looked at the wall of the shop. On the wall were the information and photos of several tailors, ranked by level and fee.

Wu Sifeng proudly pointed at the tailor at the top and said, "Master Chen has been a tailor for over thirty years and is the best in the shop. A fully custom-made set costs five figures. If you start from scratch, you'll have to wait in line for at least half a year."

"If you're in a hurry, I think you should choose the next master. When I came here last week, Master Chen told me that he would focus all his efforts on this order for the next few months, so you won't be able to get a spot even if you queue up now."

The sarcastic contempt in her tone was too hard to ignore.

But Xin Tong was extremely calm.

"You are wrong. Master Chen is not the best. The Jiang family is the best."

Wu Sifeng looked at her like she was a fool, "Are you crazy? How dare you ask the Jiang family to make a suit for you?"

"They're open for business, so it doesn't matter who they work for." Xin Tong shrugged. "Why not ask Jiang Cheng to do it for me?"

Wu Sifeng laughed.

"Can you be any more stupid? Who do you think you are? How could Jiang Cheng do it for you? He's the head of the Jiang family, and he only receives no more than three guests a year. Even my dad can't get a spot!"

"Then let Jiang Chongyan do it for me."

"you!"

Wu Sifeng, who had just had a look of disdain on his face, suddenly changed his expression and became extremely excited.

"Stay away from Jiang Chongyan! Stop dreaming. Jiang Chongyan hasn't appeared in public for so many years. You don't even have a chance to find him!"

"So excited, are you his dream girl?" Xin Tong rubbed his ears. "One moment you like Aiden, the next you like Jiang Chongyan. You're quite philanthropic."

"..." Wu Sifeng's face flushed with anger. He wanted to say something but tried hard to hold it back. His beautiful features were distorted, and he finally uttered, "You are not allowed to have any thoughts about him!"

"Everyone knows about the stupid things you did at Kelly's a few days ago. Everyone in the circle is laughing at you. And you still have the energy to come here and make a suit for yourself?"

"Do you think you're still the only daughter of the Morikawa Group? Even your biological parents don't want you. They announced your adoption with such fanfare that you've been abandoned long ago! And yet a fool like you is still desperately trying to snatch Kelly away. Do you really think you can make money in a year? It's laughable!"