Rebirth in the 80s: The Plan to Raise a Female Tycoon

University student Qin Xiaoyu died with deep regrets, betrayed by a scumbag. Reborn, she finds herself in the body of a 25-year-old young widow with depression and two children, living in the 1980s...

Chapter 659 Feeding the Dog

“You must be very happy.” Qin Xiaoyu blurted out, looking at the enigmatic smile on Madam Fang’s face.

"You're wrong. We're a pair of bickering lovers. We'll keep arguing until he can't speak anymore, and then I'll always win. So, what matters between husband and wife is who lives longer." Mrs. Fang glanced at A Lei by the door, chuckled, and said, "What do you want from the men of the Fang family? They're all cut from the same cloth."

“But Lei is very good, he never worries me,” Qin Xiaoyu said, rolling her eyes.

"Are you telling me this? So you're a really capable woman."

"Panda spirit." A Lei laughed gleefully.

"What is a panda spirit?" Madam Fang was very sensitive and clearly unhappy when someone mentioned things she didn't understand, as if the whole world was determined to oppose her and hide the truth.

“That’s how she looks, glaring at Grandma, good girl.” A Lei cupped Qin Xiaoyu’s face in both hands and presented it to Madam Fang for her to see.

"I'm not watching anymore, I'm tired, you guys play." Mrs. Fang locked the safe and came out. This display of affection is just too much for anyone to handle.

"Just tell me what you need." Mrs. Fang couldn't hear the two following her. After speaking, she turned around and saw that A Lei was holding Qin Xiaoyu tightly and kissing her passionately.

"Ah, youth is wonderful." Madam Fang didn't wait for them any longer and strode towards the stairs.

The second wave arrived with Commander Zhou and his wife, along with Hanhan and her younger sister.

The timing of this fashion show was a bit inconvenient, as it coincided with the time before Hanhan and her classmates' final exams.

Qin Xiaoyu was still hesitating about whether to let them stay home and take the exam, but A Lei booked the tickets for them without saying a word.

"Exams aren't important; what matters is the learning process," A Lei explained to her. Qin Xiaoyu unconditionally supported him when it came to education.

She originally thought exams weren't important, but she'd been brainwashed by the exam-oriented education system over the years, and it was rare to hear someone tell the truth.

"I wish Xiao Zichen could come too." Madam Fang kept mentioning this one child, whom she had watched grow up since he was a child, and she was already reluctant to part with him.

Qin Xiaoyu has already informed Tang Wenwen that they can only come three days before and after the fashion show. Fortunately, the Fang family's place is large, otherwise, it's hard to know how to arrange accommodation.

Invitations and admission tickets are ready. Qin Xiaoyu is holding a completely free fashion show. The only reason for the invoices is to limit the number of attendees, in case of overcrowding and stampedes.

Fashion shows are a novel thing in themselves, and since they're free, tickets sold out instantly.

As for the invitations, she asked Zhang Dahai to help her send them out.

Zhang Dahai's connections are undeniable; he knows best who he should give them to.

Mrs. Fang kept some invitations for her circle of friends. Qin Xiaoyu was overjoyed; these were true fashionistas, and many of the designs were meant for them.

Third Sister and Fang Baobao came back together.

Third Sister and Hu Xing have similar figures. Third Sister snatched an evening dress from Hu Xing. Fang Baobao was not interested at first, but seeing how enthusiastic Third Sister was, she was also infected and asked Qin Xiaoyu to find her a dress.

On a whim, Qin Xiaoyu had an idea and pulled Fang Baobao aside to discuss it for a long time.

"Are you trying to play a trick on Grandma?" A Lei noticed the problem and came over to warn them, "Don't go too far."

"No way, don't you trust me to handle things?" Qin Xiaoyu smiled smugly.

"I'm worried." A Lei was most worried about her.

Factory Director Fei and Master Liang were among the last to arrive, bringing several sets of fashion items they had personally sewn for a final fitting and design.

With the fashion show just three days away, Qin Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief as Tang Wenwen, whom she had been eagerly anticipating, arrived. Wenwen possessed strong leadership skills and had lived in Shanghai for a period of time, which would be of great help to her.

A Lei clung to her all day, only ever saying three words: eat, drink, sleep. He was afraid she'd forget about resting. Even when Madam Fang wanted to speak with her alone, she had to seize the opportunity.

It was only after Qin Xiaoyu sensed the intense longing in Madam Fang's eyes that she took the initiative to approach her.

"I ran into Xiao Ye at Madam Luo's place last time," Madam Fang said mysteriously.

"Did Aunt Zhu take her there?" Qin Xiaoyu was stunned. She paused for a moment before remembering that high-end beauty salon, where she had just received her VIP card when she got engaged.

"It was her."

"Did Aunt Zhu put in a good word for you?"

"No, she has a card." With just one sentence from Mrs. Fang, Qin Xiaoyu understood the gravity of the situation.

Qin Xiaoye getting the card from Madam Luo meant that her relationship with Zhang Dahai had improved substantially, but she hadn't heard anything from him.

During her trip to Shanghai, she was like a spinning top, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Now, thinking back, it seems Qin Xiaoye never sought her out alone; she just stayed at the counter the whole time.

Zhang Dahai also ran errands for us, but he was always in a hurry. Could it be...?

"They're engaged." Seeing that Qin Xiaoyu's guess was pretty accurate, Madam Fang stopped keeping her in suspense.

"Who told you that?"

"I was curious, so I went to Mrs. Luo to inquire. It was done very discreetly because your Aunt Zhu and her in-laws both hold public office and are people who cherish their reputation, so they didn't make a fuss about it."

"This! Even if you want to keep a low profile, you should at least tell us. Even if it's inconvenient for me to come from Guangzhou, you should still invite me." Qin Xiaoyu was angry.

"Silly child, there are some things that are better left unknown to you." Madam Fang reached out and pressed on Qin Xiaoyu's shoulder. Qin Xiaoyu's heart tightened. The meaning behind these words was terrifying upon closer examination. Could it be that this engagement was based on Qin Xiaoye's concealment of her family of origin?

She didn't have time for all that now; getting the fashion show ready was the priority. She threw herself into her work and quickly put Qin Xiaoye out of her mind.

Zhang Dahai was really kind; he secured a rehearsal time for them, just the day before the fashion show. Originally, they were only allowed to set up the venue the day before, but now they've added a clause: the models will come in for a dress rehearsal.

Qin Xiaoyu had already arranged for a construction team, and upon receiving the order, she immediately sent them in. The models had gone by bus, but Zhang Dahai, who had arranged for a car through the travel agency, had taken them all with him, making it very convenient.

Mrs. Fang loved excitement and insisted on going to see it, so A Lei had no choice but to drive her there.

Upon entering the Friendship Hall, Qin Xiaoyu realized that it wasn't a special favor, but rather that Zhu Yuzhen was worried and wanted to see what the exhibited fashions looked like.

She was already waiting inside.

"Hello, Aunt Zhu." Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.

“I’ll check on you. They’re cracking down on corruption lately. You’re under close scrutiny, so make sure there are no mistakes,” Zhu Yuzhen said seriously.

"Don't worry, we originally prepared a lot of evening gowns, but considering the mass market, we've now reduced it to only half the size, with most of them being mass-market items. You see," Qin Xiaoyu said, leading her backstage.

The fashions have arrived, and several designers are busy ironing them.