Beaten again

After several rounds of fighting, Zhou Zhiyuan had bruises on his face.

He was enraged and embarrassed, "Ye Wanqing, how dare you side with an outsider and hit me?"

"What outsider? You're the outsider, aren't you?"

Ye Wanqing immediately stepped forward and took Gao Yu's arm, saying in a deliberately intimate tone, "Gao Yu, let's go. Let's go home."

Zhou Zhiyuan watched as they swaggered into the villa and closed the door.

His fists remained clenched.

For some reason, he felt a pang of sadness.

If the engagement hadn't been called off, then the person who went back to this villa with him should be him.

Thinking about this made him feel uneasy.

But don't worry, Beijing University will start in half a month.

Then he and Ye Wanqing will be able to spend every day together.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "Ye Wanqing, I will make you willingly come back to my side."

^

When Zhou Zhiyuan got home, he saw Su Xiaorou waiting for him at the door.

When she saw him return, she immediately went to greet him.

"Zhiyuan, I made you a set of clothes. Try them on and see if they fit."

After saying that, she handed him the new clothes she had made herself.

In those days, almost every married woman had to learn sewing. Su Xiaorou was married, so she also knew how to make clothes.

As Zhou Zhiyuan looked at the clothes she handed him, he couldn't help but recall that day when Ye Wanqing had spent a fortune at a men's clothing store, buying several thousand yuan worth of men's clothes.

In comparison, the clothes that he made himself seem rather shabby.

"Thanks."

He reluctantly took it and turned to leave.

But Su Xiaorou stopped her.

"Zhiyuan, tomorrow night is my birthday. Can you come to my house and celebrate with me?"

Zhou Zhiyuan was about to refuse, but Su Xiaorou added, "If you don't want to, then forget it. My husband is dead, and I'm used to living alone."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks.

Su Xiaorou's husband had been kind to him, and he had a responsibility to take good care of her.

After all, she was all alone and quite pitiful.

He had no choice but to agree, "Okay, I'll go."

"Then I'll prepare dinner tomorrow night and wait for you."

Su Xiaorou was overjoyed when she saw that he had agreed.

The next morning.

The new printing and dyeing machines shipped from Juli Machinery Factory have arrived.

Besides the printing and dyeing machines, there was also a small machine, packaged in a cardboard box, which seemed very mysterious.

"Mr. Ye, this is a gift from our General Manager Xiao. He instructed you to open it after you move it into your home."

"That's what the assistant in charge of asking for help said."

"A gift?" Ye Wanqing had been spending money on men ever since she came to this era, and this was the first time a man had ever bought her something.

"Okay, Gao Yu, take this machine home." Gao Yu nodded.

All the company's employees were very happy to see the new machine arrive.

The machine was delivered to the factory and testing began.

Everyone was delighted to see batches of fabric transformed into various beautiful patterns and styles after passing through the machines.

Zhang Jiancai said excitedly, "Great! With this machine, we will soon be able to produce popular styles."

"Now that the machine problem is solved, the next step is clothing design. Clothing design is the soul of the business. I'd like to visit the design department in our factory."

So, Zhang Jiancai brought Ye Wanqing to the clothing design department.

Because the factory had been losing money for a long time and had been laying off employees, the clothing design department now only has one clothing designer left – Wang Cuihua.

Zhang Jiancai called Wang Cuihua over, "Wang Cuihua, come here. General Manager Ye wants to see you."

Soon, Wang Cuihua walked over, and Ye Wanqing frowned as she looked at her attire.

She was wearing a simple blue jumpsuit, no makeup, and had short hair that reached her ears. She looked to be around forty years old.

How can a fashion designer design good clothes if they dress like this themselves?

"May I see your design drafts?"

"Okay, Mr. Ye."

Wang Cuihua brought over her design drafts. Ye Wanqing glanced at them and shook her head. "No, these styles are too old. They're all from the 1960s. We're in the 1980s now, and we've already started reform and opening up. We can't design old styles anymore."

Wang Cuihua was a little embarrassed. "President Ye, I don't know how to design other styles either. I've always designed them this way for so many years."

"Then let's hire a few more designers. The most important thing for a garment factory to make a profit is clothing design. Only by designing the best cuts and styles can we make the clothes sell well."

“Okay. I’ll put up the job posting right away,” Zhang Jiancai said quickly.

"Wait a minute. Let's organize a fashion design competition instead. We can offer a high salary to the winner and it will also boost the reputation of our clothing factory."

"Great idea!" Zhang Jiancai clapped his hands in approval.

"Director Zhang, go to the printing factory and print a lot of flyers. Post them on every telephone pole in the streets and alleys. Make sure as many people as possible know about this competition."

"good."

"Then have the advertising department contact the newspaper to place an ad: Mingzhu Garment Factory is about to hold a clothing design competition, with the winner receiving a prize of 5,000 yuan and being appointed as the chief designer."

...

That night.

Su Xiaorou quickly prepared a table full of delicious food.

Then she waited for Zhou Zhiyuan to arrive, and for this, she even took a shower and sprayed herself with fragrant perfume.

She planned to let Zhou Zhiyuan stay overnight tonight, to make it a fait accompli, and see if he would still dare to refuse her.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Zhiyuan arrived carrying fruit and drinks.

"Happy birthday, Xiaorou." He said with a polite smile.

Su Xiaorou was overjoyed to see him, her eyes filled with excitement. "Zhiyuan, come in quickly, the food is getting cold."

Zhou Zhiyuan's gaze fell on the low-cut short-sleeved shirt she was wearing. Her full breasts made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra.

The almost obvious scene made him feel a little shy.

"Xiaorou, why are you dressed like this?"

"Oh, I just finished showering and haven't had time to change yet. We don't need to be so formal," Su Xiaorou said, feigning shyness.

Zhou Zhiyuan's earlobes immediately turned bright red.

The two chatted as they ate.

"Zhiyuan, try this dish."

"Zhiyuan, try this fish."

Su Xiaorou kept putting food on his plate, making him feel embarrassed.

"I can do it myself. Today is your birthday, so you should eat more."

Zhou Zhiyuan put the food that Su Xiaorou had just put on his plate back on her plate.

"Was it because my cooking was bad? I spent the whole afternoon preparing it," Su Xiaorou said, looking aggrieved.

"It's delicious." Zhou Zhiyuan said perfunctorily, but he didn't really have an appetite. After all, Su Xiaorou's cooking skills were far inferior to Ye Wanqing's.

For some reason, he thought of Ye Wanqing again.

She recalled how she always cooked the dishes he liked, catering to his tastes.

He doesn't eat spicy food, but Ye Wanqing loves it. However, to cater to his taste, Ye Wanqing hasn't added chili peppers for several years.

He used to take advantage of Ye Wanqing's affection for him and recklessly enjoy her sacrifices.

Looking back now, he was really too arrogant and fearless.