From his eyes, Song Mai could tell that he genuinely liked her.

In fact, through their time together, Song Mai could feel that Chu Yunxing's meticulous care for her far exceeded that of Ji Fenghe.

She understood that her feelings for Ji Fenghe were nothing more than gratitude—gratitude for his care over the past five years and for saving her life.

If it really comes down to feelings, Song Mai doesn't feel anything at all.

I initially thought it was because I wasn't willing to accept a new life, but now it seems that it's because I just can't seem to get interested in the monsoon.

"Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate. You've already helped them, and since they're so unrepentant, there's no need to feel sorry for them." Song Mai smiled and winked, her feelings unaffected by their situation.

Chu Yunxing nodded in agreement, but soon realized something else.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't help but ask, "You remember everything?"

"No, I just remembered a few fragments," Song Mai said, shaking her head slightly.

"This is a good start."

The two chatted and laughed for a while, when suddenly they heard An An giggling from the back seat.

Song Mai turned her head and watched An An's round eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. She couldn't help but find it amusing: "What happy thing are you thinking about?"

"Mom, is there some kind of story between you and Uncle Chu?"

Song Mai was taken aback: "Why would you say that?"

"I feel like you two have great chemistry." An An said, then burst into laughter, like a child playing a prank.

Song Mai looked at Chu Yunxing helplessly, unsure of what to say for a moment.

The car slowly came to a stop, and Song Mai turned to look at the tall building.

This is the runway that many designers dream of; so many people hope that their designs can be exhibited on the runway, which is the highest honor for a designer.

Chu Yunxing knew what he was thinking and thoughtfully said, "If you're willing, you can exhibit your work now."

“It’s different. I can’t rely on anyone’s care, not even you.” Song Mai sighed helplessly.

An'an took her hand and swaggered inside.

As a young girl, she was interested in everything. When she saw the clothes displayed on mannequins in the aisle, An An was so surprised that she couldn't move.

"Mom, this dress is so pretty, it suits you so well."

This dress features a mermaid tail design, with a skirt adorned with tassels that sway and shimmer as you walk.

Song Mai smiled without saying a word: "Mom, can you design clothes like this in the future?"

"Can An'an wear the clothes that Mom designed?" An'an tilted her little head and asked expectantly.

Song Mai nodded gently: "Of course, if you want to."

Are you a designer too?

A blonde, blue-eyed woman spoke up, looking at Song Mai with anticipation before turning her gaze to An An.

"Did you design these beautiful clothes?"

The woman's eyes were filled with surprise.

Song Mai nodded gently: "It's just a piece of clothing that I made casually for the child; there's no design involved."

"Such exquisite and beautiful clothes, you must be quite the designer. If I'm not mistaken, you must be Bai Wan'er, who has recently gained some fame?"

The woman uttered Song Mai's name haltingly, seemingly lost in thought.

Song Mai nodded gently: "It's me. May I ask who you are?"

“My name is Diane, and I’m the director here. I saw the clothes the child was wearing and thought they were incredibly exquisite, so I came here specifically to inquire about them.”

Song Mai was incredibly surprised to learn that the person she was chatting with by chance was the famous director Diane.

Diane hadn't expected to meet such a highly professional designer here, and she hugged her gently with a joyful expression.

"I look forward to the day your clothes are on the runway at Fashion Week," Diane expressed her best wishes.

The two then exchanged contact information and agreed to meet again next time.

Song Mai looked at the string of numbers with great joy: "I never expected that today would be my lucky day."

"Your dream will come true one day," Chu Yunxing said with a smile.

Suddenly realizing something, Song Mai frowned instinctively: "Could it be because of you again this time?"

Why did you say "again"?

Song Mai didn't know why she said that word, but she always felt that Chu Yunxing had helped her many times without her noticing.

"You're just lucky today, it has nothing to do with me," Chu Yunxing said softly to reassure him.

After a moment of contemplation, Song Mai asked in a low voice, "By the way, where are we going now?"

"We're not allowed to enter here right now. I brought you here so you could familiarize yourself with the area. There's something even more important that I need your help with."

Chu Yunxing's mysterious words surprised Song Mai for a moment.

The car drove for another ten minutes and then came to a smooth stop in front of a shopping mall.

"What are you doing here?" Song Mai asked instinctively.

This place is the most prosperous commercial district in the entire country, but parking fees can be as high as tens of thousands of dollars.

“You need your own dress to attend Fashion Week. Since you didn’t have time to prepare one, I thought I’d bring you here to buy a dress.” Chu Yunxing smiled and winked, then squatted down, picked up An’an, and walked straight inside.

"Come on, An'an, Uncle Chu will take you shopping."

Song Mai could only helplessly follow behind them, reminding them to be careful.

Just as the two of them, one big and one small, were looking at a shop window, An'an suddenly pointed to the side with a look of surprise and delight: "This dress is perfect for Mom!"

Chu Yunxing turned his head and indeed found that the clothes fit Song Mai very well.

It was a floor-length gown, classic and elegant, with priceless gemstones set in the belt, giving the whole dress an air of nobility.

"An'an has excellent taste," Chu Yunxing said with a smile, then snapped his fingers.

Song Mai knew the dress was expensive and didn't want to owe Chu Yunxing anything for no reason, so she refused, saying, "I'm just a spectator, there's no need for such an expensive dress."

“You’re a designer, wearing this dress will better showcase your aesthetic sense and abilities,” Chu Yunxing argued forcefully, and bought the dress without further ado.

Song Mai had no choice but to go for the fitting.

When she came out of the changing room, both Chu Yunxing and An An looked surprised.

From Song Mai's perspective, the two look even more alike.

Song Mai looked at them helplessly and asked, "Why isn't anyone saying anything?"

"Mom, this dress is so beautiful! You are now the most beautiful princess in my heart!" An'an clapped her hands, her face full of joy.

Chu Yunxing couldn't help but nod in approval, smiling as he praised, "This outfit is practically tailor-made for you."