Gu Yanqing knew that my strength was women's clothing, and most of the fashion awards I had won over the years were for women's clothing. Only my graduation project was for men's clothing.

However, that graduation project is still on display in the showcase of the School of Fashion Design at Washington University.

Moreover, the dress Gu Yanqing wore at the wedding was also handmade by me, and it was absolutely perfect.

So it's not that I'm bad at menswear; it's just that I have limited energy and the company's brand development needs require me to spend more time on womenswear.

He asked me, but I didn't answer; I didn't want to talk to him.

But he guessed it the next second: "You made it for Su Shenglin."

He didn't use any questions, but rather affirmative statements.

I still didn't respond, but straightened up and asked him to leave again: "You can leave now, you're not welcome here."

Before I could finish speaking, he suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me close. "Jiang Wan, how far have things progressed between you and him? In all these years, I've never seen you make clothes for any other man, except for me—but now you're making clothes for him yourself!"

Gu Yanqing was provoked, probably because he felt that Su Shenglin had surpassed him and was now on equal footing with him.

My wrist was gripped so tightly it hurt, and what was worse, the hand he was holding was also holding a pair of tailor scissors, raised high!

The tip of the tailor's scissors is very sharp, like an awl!

If it falls and hits you, you'll definitely get injured and bleed!

I struggled twice, but couldn't shake him off: "Gu Yanqing, let go! Be careful, scissors don't have eyes!"

But his mind was filled with jealousy, as if he hadn't heard me at all. His expression was chaotic, and he said even more excitedly, "Jiang Wan, Jiang Yi is dead. We can be together again. Don't you understand? We've known each other for so many years and been together for more than six years. I don't believe you can just stop loving me like that! Are you deliberately associating with him to make me angry and get back at me?"

"Gu Yanqing, you're sick!" I yelled angrily.

He's really sick; he's so narcissistic!

My phone suddenly rang. I turned my head and glanced at it, a bad feeling creeping over me.

It turned out to be Su Shenglin calling!

Before I could decide whether to answer, Gu Yanqing saw it at a glance.

When I saw his eyes narrow and his gaze become hostile, I guessed he was going to take my phone. I quickly turned around, but his arms were longer than mine, and he grabbed my wrist, restricting my movements. I was a step too slow.

He took my phone.

"Gu Yanqing, give me back my phone!" I shouted angrily.

But he ignored him, answered the call directly, and immediately yelled, "Su Shenglin, stop harassing Jiang Wan! We won't get a divorce! Don't even think about taking her away from me!"

My mind went blank, and I quickly clarified, "Gu Yanqing, are you crazy? I've said that Mr. Su and I have nothing going on!"

"You said you've already slept together, and you call that nothing? You're even making clothes for him, and you call that nothing?" He roared out of control, his face contorted in a ferocious and terrifying manner.

But I couldn't be afraid. I just wanted to grab the phone and hang up as soon as possible. I didn't want Su Shenglin to witness such an unbearable scene.

"Give me your phone!"

I reached out to grab it again, but he stretched out his arm, and the phone was far beyond my reach.

In the midst of the pushing and shoving, my attention wandered, and the scissors I was holding in my other hand suddenly slipped from my grasp.

"ah--"

A sudden pain shot through my forearm. Before I could react, I saw Gu Yanqing flinch, gasp in pain, and bend over, clutching his leg.

I looked down and saw that the tailor's scissors were lying at his feet, probably because they had pierced his leg when they fell.

I finally broke free and looked at my arm. There was a bloody mark on my forearm, but fortunately the wound wasn't deep.

Gu Yanqing, on the other hand, suffered a terrible fate. The awl-like tailor's scissors pierced straight down, leaving a bloody hole in his leg.

I watched as blood seeped from between his fingers, which were clutching above his knee. He gasped for breath, still shaken, and couldn't help but think—he brought this upon himself.

This sudden turn of events stunned both him and me.

The phone was nowhere to be found, and in the dead silence, Su Shenglin's anxious and concerned voice came through.

I snapped out of my daze and quickly looked around, finally finding my phone under the control panel.

Gu Yanqing also realized what was happening and tried to grab it again, but this time I was faster and grabbed the phone first.

I quickly stepped back to create distance between myself and Gu Yanqing. "Hey, Mr. Su..."

"Jiang Wan, what's wrong on your end? What happened?"

Su Shenglin's usually gentle and calm tone was unusually unsettling; I could feel his tension and worry even through the microphone.

I stared at Gu Yanqing warily and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, just a small accident. I can handle it."

"Are you sure? Should I send someone over?"

"No need, Mr. Su, I'm not available right now. I'll call you back later."

After calming them down, I put down my phone and looked at Gu Yanqing, who was slowly getting up.

His leg was still bleeding, and not only were his palms stained red, but some blood had even dripped onto the floor, a shocking sight.

"You'd better leave now, or I'll call the police." I threatened him in a low voice, afraid that he would become angry because of his injury and do something to hurt me.

Gu Yanqing straightened up.

He noticed a little blood on my arm, and his expression was complex—a mixture of indifference, anger, concern, and worry. He then said in a low voice, "Your arm is bleeding. Should we go to the hospital together to get it treated?"

"No need, I'm fine."

The injury on my arm is really nothing serious. Because I was wearing long sleeves, it was just a small cut where I rolled up the cuffs. I can take care of it myself.

Gu Yanqing's Adam's apple bobbed as he endured the pain and continued, "Jiang Wan, the Su family is more complicated than you imagine. Your status is not high enough to marry into such a wealthy family. Stop fantasizing."

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!