Song Mai asked curiously, "Did you say anything else?"

“No.” Shen Xiujing couldn’t help but find it strange. “He didn’t say anything, which is what I find most strange.”

"I understand." Song Mai was about to hang up the phone when Shen Xiujing suddenly called out to her.

"Wait a minute, there's a fashion week next week, and I'd like to invite you to participate as my stylist. Would you be willing?"

Song Mai glanced at the schedule. She had wanted to participate before, but never had the chance. She never expected that Shen Xiujing would take the initiative to invite her.

"I never thought I'd be able to ride on your coattails one day?" Song Mai said jokingly.

"Who can argue with that?"

The two of them suddenly burst into laughter in unison.

After a moment, Song Mai said in a low voice, "I would be happy to participate."

"My assistant will bring you the invitation later."

Half an hour later, Song Mai was processing the latest orders in her studio. Although it hadn't officially opened yet, Song Mai had already received a lot of orders.

Most of the orders were private, so she and Xie Wenwen weren't too busy and accepted them directly.

"Someone's looking for you outside," Xie Wenwen said curiously as she walked in from the doorway.

"It's just an invitation, isn't it?" Song Mai didn't take it to heart and walked out the door.

"Designer Bai, this is your invitation." The man at the door, wearing a baseball cap, spoke in a low voice.

At first, Song Mai found it very strange, but after carefully observing the man in front of her, she suddenly laughed.

"I never expected you to personally deliver the invitation to me."

Shen Xiujing walked into the room, took off her hat, and said in a low voice, "Of course, I naturally have to come and see for myself such an important matter."

This invitation was not given directly to Song Mai, but rather required a profit exchange.

Song Mai knew things wouldn't be that simple, so she led him to the reception room and asked, "What's the matter? Let's just talk about it here."

“I need you to make seven dresses for me and buy out the copyright,” Shen Xiujing said in a low voice, taking out another contract from her bag.

“You could have just ordered a custom-made one.” Song Mai found his approach strange.

Shen Xiujing smiled and said, "The relationship between a contract and a client is different. I believe you also need this opportunity to expand the studio's visibility, don't you?"

I have to admit, Shen Xiujing was right.

She pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "What are the follow-up requirements?"

“I will involve you as a designer in my future events, which will be a win-win collaboration for you.”

Song Mai still found it very strange, and asked with a smile, "You don't need to hide anything from me. Are you worried that someone will tamper with your clothes?"

Song Mai had heard of similar incidents before, where unexpected situations arose during events, making it impossible to wear the prepared outfits on stage.

This not only offended the brand, but also caused them to lose face during the event.

Shen Xiujing said without saying much: "As you think, I have experienced this before, so I do not want to encounter such an accident again."

"Who is the other party?"

Song Mai couldn't help but be curious.

The person who can make Shen Xiujing keep quiet must have considerable power behind them.

Shen Xiujing sighed and said in a low voice, "I don't want you to get too involved. It's better if you don't know."

Song Mai nodded thoughtfully and then said nothing more.

After discussing it with Xie Wenwen for a while, she decided to agree to Shen Xiujing's request for cooperation.

Shen Xiujing is very famous, and being able to collaborate with him would definitely benefit the studio.

Fashion Week is on the second day after the opening, so although the time is tight, there is still room to maneuver.

Xie Wenwen patted her chest and said with a smile, "Don't worry, leave this to me. But are you planning to take An'an with you to Fashion Week?"

Song Mai nodded: "She hasn't been to other places yet, so this trip abroad will be a good opportunity to take her around."

"Actually, you want to go back and investigate what happened back then, right?"

Xie Wenwen knew her well enough to smile and speak.

"Yes, when I woke up I was almost due to give birth. My memory of that time is completely blank, and I feel uneasy."

Song Mai looked down at An An's photo on her phone, her eyes filled with worry.

With An'an's birthday just around the corner, Song Mai doesn't plan to make a big fuss; she'll just have a small gathering with a few close friends at the studio.

An An, dressed in a princess dress, was surrounded by a crowd.

Watching her play with Lin Ran, her face full of joy, Song Mai couldn't help but smile.

“Even without a father’s care, An’an was raised like a princess by you.”

After Xie Wenwen finished speaking, she couldn't help but frown: "But why do I always feel that An An looks very familiar?"

“Because you’ve always been with me, and I’m An’an’s mother, you’ll naturally find me familiar,” Song Mai said with a smile.

"Is that the reason?" Xie Wenwen frowned, scratched her head, but couldn't remember at all.

Song Mai smiled and said, "Don't think about these things, An'an is calling us."

"Alright."

Just then, Chu Yunxing suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

Even now, Song Mai still feels awkward whenever she sees him.

The thought that the two of them had been husband and wife made Song Mai feel embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"It's our little princess's birthday today, how could I be absent?" Chu Yunxing snapped his fingers, and Assistant Lu pushed open the door with bags and packages.

Lin Ran, now that she has left Yunxing Group, showed no fear when she saw Chu Yunxing again.

"Why did Master Yun prepare so many gifts for An'an?"

"Today is An'an's fifth birthday, so naturally we should celebrate it in a grand way." Chu Yunxing gestured for An'an to open it.

Each gift box represents Chu Yunxing's sentiments, and these gifts will surround An'an.

She clapped her hands happily, she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Song Mai also noticed that An An always seemed exceptionally happy when facing Chu Yunxing. This discovery left Song Mai speechless for a moment, as Xie Wenwen's words suddenly echoed in her ears.

Her brow twitched as she looked at Chu Yunxing and An'an, suddenly realizing something.

He immediately reached out and pulled Xie Wenwen to his side, whispering, "You just said that An'an looks a lot like someone. Is that person Chu Yunxing?"

Xie Wenwen narrowed her eyes, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

She nodded stiffly, then said in horror, "How could this be?"

Song Mai also found it very strange that this could be.

An'an is her child from her previous marriage, how could she look so much like Chu Yunxing...?

Her ex-husband?!

Suddenly realizing something, Song Mai instinctively knocked over the glass beside her.

The glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.