"It's all over now, it's all in the past."

"I'll alter it now, you're in a hurry to wear it, aren't you?" Master Xu noted down the measurements and had Qin Xiaoyu change her clothes and wait in the outer room.

A few girls came in chattering; they were there to pick up their clothes. A junior apprentice came over to help, and one of them, with sharp eyes, spotted Qin Xiaoyu. She nudged her companion with her elbow, and everyone looked over.

“Widow Tang, this is Widow Tang.”

"She's not that good-looking either," said a tall, thin girl with a long face.

"Xiao Wen, I brought your skirt." A girl helped cover up her words when she realized they were being too explicit.

"Fenfen, why are you acting so sly?" The girl named Xiaowen was unhappy. She took the clothes and went into the fitting room, not forgetting to glare at Qin Xiaoyu.

Xiao Wen's dress is a Western-style princess dress, designed by Qin Xiaoyu. She's too thin, with no bust or hips, but this dress does conceal her flaws. It seems Master Xu has put in a lot of effort.

"This is a bit too fatty, Master Xu, could you fix it for me?" Xiao Wen called out from inside.

"Here it comes." Master Xu reluctantly came out, measured with a tape measure, and wrote it down in his notebook.

"Change it for me now, I'll wait." Xiao Wen probably realized that Qin Xiaoyu was waiting for the clothes, so she said it on purpose.

"That won't do. Principal Qin arrived first, and he hasn't finished sewing half of it yet. You'll have to wait."

"What Principal Qin? I heard she's made people sweep the floor and clean the door. Don't try to curry favor with her." Xiao Wen seized the opportunity and immediately launched into humiliation mode.

Qin Xiaoyu disdained to fight with such insignificant people. She rested her chin on her hand, quietly looking out the window, completely ignoring what was happening inside the house.

"Hey, that's not how a little girl talks. You should watch your mouth and leave room for others." Master Xu is originally from the south, but after living in the north for a long time, he has almost no accent. Today, he was so angry that he even brought out his hometown dialect.

"I don't care, just alter my skirt first." Xiao Wen then put pressure on Master Xu.

"Master Xu, there are so many people in the shop today. How's my performance costume? Do you have any new fabrics? I'd like to take a look." Qin Xiaoyu recognized the person who came in. It turned out that Director Wang had taken him to a beauty school. He was a pillar of their art troupe, known as Little Mengting. She wondered where he had learned this skill.

This young Meng Ting wasn't particularly beautiful; she had slender, phoenix-shaped eyes with slightly puffy eyelids. But with makeup, she was absolutely stunning, possessing a strong classical charm.

"Xiao Meng is here. Take a look first, and I'll let you try on some clothes later. I have something to do here." Master Xu didn't want to get entangled with Xiao Wen, so he lifted the curtain and went into the back room.

Xiao Wen was choked by the ash and felt embarrassed in front of her friends. In a panic, she lifted the curtain and chased after them inside.

Her eyes widened when she saw the little black dress that was half torn apart on the table.

Qin Xiaoyu didn't want to get involved, but when she saw her enter the room, she became worried. If she accidentally damaged her dress, it would be a loss that didn't outweigh the gain, and she was concerned.

"Sell me this dress." Xiao Wen swallowed hard.

"That belongs to Principal Qin, why are you selling it?" Master Xu said angrily.

"Her? Ha, I really don't want it, it's too dirty." Xiao Wen sneered, picked up the teacup next to her, and raised her hand to splash the teacup onto the skirt.

Qin Xiaoyu just walked in, snatched the cup, and spilled water onto the clothes hanger, wetting a patch of the half-finished product. Master Xu's face turned green.

"Look what you've done!" Little Wen accused the villain first.

If it were before, Qin Xiaoyu probably wouldn't have bothered with her, but who is she now? She's someone who's walked on the brink of death. She raised her hand and slapped Xiao Wen so hard that Xiao Wen saw stars.

"Why did you hit someone?" Xiao Wen's friends, who had been watching the commotion outside, rushed into the inner room when they saw that things were getting out of hand, putting Qin Xiaoyu in a somewhat passive position.

"Xiao Wen, let's go." Fenfen, being timid, pulled Xiao Wen away. Xiao Wen, however, was not one to back down; she was already furious and let out a howl as Qin Xiaoyu pounced on her.

"So lively?" Xiao Mengting was attracted by the sounds from inside the house. She walked in through the crowd, gently and skillfully positioned herself in front of Xiao Wen. With a wave of her hand, she somehow managed to make Xiao Wen groan and lower herself down.

"Xiao Wen, what's wrong?" Several girls were frightened and went over to help Xiao Wen up.

"I think my arm is broken." Large beads of sweat dripped down Xiao Wen's face as she grimaced in pain.

"How could a perfectly healthy bone break? Children shouldn't talk nonsense." Xiao Mengting walked over, and the girls were all afraid of her. Except for Fenfen, they all let go and stayed far away. She lifted Xiao Wen's wrist and pushed it back.

The pained expression on Xiao Wen's face disappeared, but she was still shaken and didn't want to suffer any further losses, so she grabbed a few girls and ran away in a hurry.

"Thank you, Sister Meng." Qin Xiaoyu understood perfectly well that if it weren't for Meng Ting protecting her, she would have suffered a loss today.

"Girls shouldn't be too weak; they need to develop some real skills." Xiao Mengting still smiled sweetly, as if she hadn't done anything, her eyes full of innocence.

"If I have the chance in the future, I'll learn a few tricks from Sister Meng." Qin Xiaoyu said this as a polite remark.

“It’s a deal. Although I met you through Sister Wang, I think you’re a good friend. Let’s chat more when we have the chance.” Xiao Mengting extended his hand, and Qin Xiaoyu extended her own hand as well, making another friend.

The invitation listed the address of Bai Weiwei's wedding: Heyuan. Qin Xiaoyu had heard of the place, but had never actually been there.

There's a very mysterious guesthouse in the city, supposedly only open to high-ranking officials. Ordinary people can't get in.

Qin Xiaoyu drove there. It wasn't that she was being flashy, but rather that she was wearing a little black dress, which made it impossible for her to walk on the street.

The dress had been meticulously altered by Master Xu, with each princess seam perfectly accentuating her curves. Her loosely tied bun revealed her snow-white neck.

When she tried on the dress, she realized that her neck was too bare and she needed to wear a necklace.

The lady returned all her jewelry, except for a thin gold chain she had bought herself. The thin chain didn't quite match the dress. Leaving Master Xu's shop, she turned into the department store.

There were some pieces of jewelry, but they were all contemporary styles, a mix of vulgarity and elegance, and the overall look was rather rough. She looked at them for a long time without being satisfied, and was about to leave when she spotted a rare item in a corner: a single pearl, full and round, with a pale pink halo, and surprisingly cheap.

She bought a small gold clasp and put the pearls on it. It perfectly complemented the pearl buttons on her little black dress, making her look elegant and sophisticated.

Bai Weiwei's wedding was a grand affair; many cars were already parked outside Heyuan Garden, a spectacle in its day. Qin Xiaoyu also parked her car outside, grabbed the crocodile handbag, and jumped out.

There was a gatekeeper at the entrance of Crane Garden, registering each visitor. Qin Xiaoyu gave her name, and the gatekeeper, who seemed to have been informed beforehand, did not ask about her workplace.