When Cheng Maixiang walked into the room, Wei Yingying was curled up with her arms wrapped around herself, hiding in the corner of the bed like a wounded little animal.

Hearing Cheng Maixiang's footsteps, Wei Yingying looked up and saw that it was a stranger, so she moved a few steps towards the corner of the bed.

But at this moment, Cheng Maixiang saw a flash of surprise in Wei Yingying's eyes, and she seemed to be extremely envious of her outfit.

This is easy to deal with. At least she still loves beauty like a normal girl, so there is finally a breakthrough. If it develops to the point where nothing can arouse her interest, then it will be difficult.

Cheng Maixiang remembered clearly that Lin Jiayu's niece was also mentioned in that period novel. Although she was only a background character, it still said that she was so autistic that she had no reaction at all to what others said. Even though Lin Jiayu spent a lot of money and consulted countless famous doctors, it was of no avail.

Cheng Maixiang sat gently on the edge of the bed. Seeing the fear flashing in Wei Yingying's eyes, as if she was about to scream, she stopped moving and said softly, "Hello, Yingying. My name is Cheng Maixiang. I might be your aunt in the future."

These words successfully aroused Wei Yingying's curiosity. Lin Jiayu was usually very nice to her and Lin Qingwan. Wei Yingying respected her uncle from the bottom of her heart. When she heard a strange woman claiming to be her aunt, she couldn't help but secretly glance at her.

Cheng Maixiang saw that she was squatting on the bed like a frightened kitten, looking at him when he wasn't paying attention. When he looked back at her, she looked away in panic. He couldn't help but smile.

Cheng Maixiang stood up, opened her arms, and turned around. "Yingying, do you think this dress looks good on my aunt?"

Wei Yingying nodded slightly and replied in a mosquito-like voice, "It looks good."

"Then think about it, you also want to wear such beautiful clothes? No, it should be more beautiful than this one."

A look of envy appeared in Wei Yingying's eyes, but then she shook her head.

"Why not? This dress is made by my aunt. If you want it, I can make you one too. It doesn't cost any money."

Wei Yingying looked up in surprise and stammered, "You, you can make clothes?"

"You don't believe it, auntie will prove it to you now, just wait."

Cheng Maixiang rushed out from the inner room in a hurry and saw Lin Jiayu and his sister hiding outside the door and eavesdropping. Seeing her come out, Lin Qingwan felt a little ashamed, but more of a surprise on her face, as if she had never expected that her daughter did not have much rejection of her.

Cheng Maixiang patted her shoulder comfortingly, took out a piece of pink cloth she had bought from her bag, and hurried back into the house.

Wei Yingying was looking forward to it, but when she saw her enter the room, she quickly squatted back down, maintaining the same state as before.

There was also a sewing machine in the room. Cheng Maixiang sat down without hesitation, picked up the scissors in the small basket, and without measuring the size, she snips and cut a piece of cloth three fingers wide.

Cheng Maixiang was busy with her work, and Wei Yingying was peeking from the corner of the bed. She wanted to go over and take a look but didn't dare. After about ten minutes, Cheng Maixiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This cloth was bought by her and Lin Jiayu at the county supply and marketing cooperative before she came to the Lin family. It was originally intended to be given to Lin Qingwan and her daughter, but now she used it to make two small headbands for Wei Yingying.

"Come, Yingying, come and take a look at the headband your aunt made for you. Does it look good?"

Cheng Maixiang cut the pink cloth into two beautiful and delicate bows, which looked like two fluttering butterflies that would fly away as soon as people loosened their hands.

Although Wei Yingying was still half-squatting on the bed, her hands had already dropped down, her body was slightly raised, and she stretched her little head to look, her dark eyes filled with surprise.

Cheng Maixiang walked to the bed with the bow in both hands and said seductively, "Look, what a beautiful bow! Our Yingying is so beautiful. If she wears a bow, she will be even more beautiful."

A blush appeared on Wei Yingying's fair and tender face, but her heart was sweet. She actually wanted Cheng Maixiang to tie a bow on her head, but she was too shy. She shrank in the corner of the bed without moving, but her eyes were fixed on the bow without blinking.

"Come on, come on, your aunt has been making this for so long, you'd be so sorry if you don't give it a try. Besides, if it looks good when you tie it up, your aunt is going to make you a nice little skirt. If you wear it out, everyone will definitely praise you, asking, 'Whose child is this? She's so handsome and wears beautiful clothes too!' Just think about it, not only you, but even your aunt will be proud of it."

Wei Yingying was completely persuaded by her. Cheng Maixiang just reached out and gently pulled her, and she obediently got off the bed and sat on the chair.

Cheng Maixiang picked up a wooden comb and gently combed her hair. Yingying's hair was thick, oily black, and soft, and felt particularly good to the touch.

Cheng Maixiang envied people with this kind of hair the most. In her previous life, not only was her hair less in volume but it was also extremely hard, so she had to perm her hair into curls. Fortunately, the original owner's hair was also good, which gave her a little balance.

Wei Yingying has a round face and a low hairline, but Lin Qingwan gave her thick bangs, which made her face look even rounder and stiffer.

Cheng Maixiang combed her bangs back, revealing her smooth forehead, and her whole face immediately became oval-shaped, looking very refreshing.

Cheng Maixiang tied up a strand of hair on each side of her head, let it down, and tied two bows on the two strands of hair. She looked particularly energetic and had the liveliness and vigor of a child.

Cheng Maixiang's gestures were very gentle. Wei Yingying closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying the process of combing her hair. She didn't even care what kind of look she would give her hair.

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