Grandma's walk-in closet was even bigger than the one she had seen in Lei Bingzheng's house last time. Moreover, it was a condensed history of fashion, spanning from the 1930s—it was practically a history of modern fashion.

Qin Xiaoyu watched with drooling eyes the whole way, her gaze practically popping out of her head.

"It's this one," Grandma said softly.

In front of her is a three-panel carved mahogany dressing mirror. Standing in front of it, one can observe the person in the mirror from all directions.

The clothes she was talking about were hanging on the rack next to the mirror.

This is also a nude chiffon dress. The fabric is light and soft but not flimsy. It is made of the best imported material. However, the style is a bit strange. The handmade petal pleats around the collar look somewhat out of place and ruin the artistic conception of the straight and simple lines. It looks like a flowering white radish.

"I understand what the designer meant. The neckline needs to be designed; as we get older, our necks inevitably become looser, and adding some embellishment can improve the overall effect of the clothes. It's just that this petal is a bit childish and draws people's attention to the neckline, which is counterproductive." Qin Xiaoyu could only bite the bullet and make up a story.

"That's a good point, but young lady, you're being too blunt. Everyone gets old eventually." Grandma wasn't happy to hear that, and Qin Xiaoyu bit her lip in fright.

"I apologize for my inappropriate wording."

"Go on, tell me how you want to change it. Just call me Mrs. Fang." Mrs. Fang could tell that Qin Xiaoyu was struggling to find the right words, so she took the initiative to help her out.

Qin Xiaoyu preferred to call her Madam Fang, partly because it suited her style, and partly because calling her Grandma was too affectionate.

“I suggest using the same color gauze for the turtleneck, which would be perfect for Grandma’s swan-like neck and make her look even more elegant. Also, the sleeves should be made of the same gauze material as the neckline, but not too sheer, so I’ll use a double layer.”

"You certainly know how to talk, giving a slap followed by three sweet treats. But these changes are appropriate; I'll take them back and have them revise them. If you have any design drawings, it would be best if you could provide one."

"Okay." Qin Xiaoyu wished she could stay in the room a little longer to find inspiration, but seeing that this was also one of Madam Fang's treasures, she quickly closed the door and left.

After finishing his call, Ah Lei looked up and reported as they came downstairs: "Third Sister and Little Sister will be back. One is in Hong Kong and the other is in Guangzhou, which is about the same distance. Fifth Sister is in Europe, so we won't go."

"Your third sister is coming back. Quickly tell the kitchen to remove all the crabs and make sure none of the dishes have a ginger flavor." It's clear that this third sister is the one Grandma Lei favors.

Qin Xiaoyu, a foodie, was slightly disappointed. She loved eating crabs and had thought she would have a good time tonight, but now it was ruined because of an uninvited guest.

"Don't pout, it's too obvious. I'll take you to eat something better later, Grandma's chef is just average at cooking crabs," A Lei whispered beside her.

Qin Xiaoyu quickly pursed her lips; was she pouting?

"Don't frame me. Why would I do something so childish for a little food?" Qin Xiaoyu glared at A Lei with dissatisfaction.

"Sigh." A Lei didn't want to argue about it.

"Alex, your girlfriend is very interesting, but also very professional."

This was probably the highest praise Mrs. Fang could give to anyone, and Qin Xiaoyu saw that A Lei's face was beaming.

My third sister is a radiant beauty with chocolate-colored skin and teeth as white as lightning. She has a superb figure with an excellent body fat percentage, a result of years of self-discipline and fitness.

The younger sister's name is Fang Baobao. She is about the same age as Qin Xiaoyu. She dresses in a trendy way, with dyed hair, a punk motorcycle outfit, and a bunch of earrings on her ears that look painful.

“Alex hasn’t brought his girlfriend home lately. I thought he’d changed his ways.” Fang Baobao, a bit young and impetuous, ignored Qin Xiaoyu.

"Yes, I used to see two or three a year, and that was just the ones I brought home. I saw even more in magazines." Third Sister looked in Qin Xiaoyu's direction and smiled generously.

Qin Xiaoyu focused solely on the steak in front of him. What did it matter to her that he had brought back a whole battalion of girlfriends?

She's now completely absorbed in the plans to collaborate with Shanghai No. 1 Department Store, and she's eager to write them down. She also wants to sketch some of the clothing styles she just saw in Mrs. Fang's dressing room from memory—these are antiques that can't be found in any research materials.

"Qin..." The third sister paused, unsure of what to address him next.

"Director Qin," A Lei said seriously. Qin Xiaoyu almost choked to death; he seemed to find it amusing to annoy her.

The three women at the table exchanged glances, as if the title "factory manager" was quite amusing.

"Yes, I own a clothing factory called Riyue Garments." Qin Xiaoyu simply put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and readily admitted it.

"Wow, she's so capable! She's probably the most capable of all of A Lei's girlfriends." Third Sister's praise was heartfelt, but Qin Xiaoyu felt a little awkward listening to it.

"Looks like he has quite a few girlfriends." Qin Xiaoyu decided to retaliate.

"I only brought home about twenty-odd of them." Third Sister shrugged.

"You mean after he went to university, right?" Fang Baobao quickly added.

"Ahem." Madam Fang still wanted to save face for her grandson, so she gave him a warning.

“It’s okay, she’ll find out sooner or later. She has to accept my past. The past doesn’t mean anything. As long as she’s the only one in the future, that’s enough,” A Lei said frankly.

Clang! Clang!

The three women were stunned, and the fork fell to the ground.

The servants, who had been standing at a distance, hurried over to change the tableware.

"Alex, do you know what you're saying?" The third sister swallowed the food in her mouth forcefully.

“I know. I never thought these words would come out of my mouth. You know me, I take responsibility for what I say. So I never make promises to women, but today I want to say that I want to settle down.” A Lei looked at Qin Xiaoyu with sincere eyes, making Qin Xiaoyu so embarrassed that she wished she could crawl under the table.

Brother, did you get the wrong script?

"He was probably drunk. He just told me to have a meal with him, and then he'd let me go, and we'd be even. He was just putting on an act for you guys, don't take it seriously," Qin Xiaoyu explained, forcing a smile.

The three women, who had just recovered, were hit with another blow, their mouths agape as they stared at A Lei.

"There's a misunderstanding; she hasn't accepted me yet."

The pained expression in Madam Fang's eyes was so intense that Qin Xiaoyu couldn't bear to look at her.

"You all remember what I said before, right? In this world, no matter how much of a prodigal son there is, someone will always have to deal with him. Look, karma has come back to bite you." Madam Fang pointed at A Lei with her fork without any politeness, as if he were food waiting to be slaughtered.

"Acting? You think he's a real actor just because he played Hamlet once? From childhood to adulthood, every word he uttered, unless he remained silent, was true. Alex, you need to properly train this woman," Fang Baobao said bluntly.