Chapter 44 This is called cheating,...

It was just as Lucas said, the effect of using Chinese crepe was much better than the ordinary silk she had used before. The flared skirt looked like transparent pure white petals with tiny traces of patterns on them.

Even decorative embroidery is not needed now.

Irene looked at the long dress in front of her with satisfaction, and said to Lucas with a smile: "When making this kind of dress, I really have to listen to those of you who like natural art. This is the feeling I want."

"But why did you keep getting pricked by needles today? We make a living with our hands. You can't just sleep and forget the basic skills of work."

Lucas put his hands, which were covered with red spots from the needles, behind his back and forced a social smile on his face. He explained:

"It's just that I didn't get enough rest last night, it's nothing serious, I feel a little dizzy, it's nothing serious."

He said it was okay twice, as if he was trying hard to convince himself.

It's okay, he's just a kid whose hair hasn't grown out yet. He's lucky to get some crepe silk this time, but he won't be so lucky next time.

Lucas comforted himself and his complexion improved a little.

But Hannah opened her mouth and added to Leo,

"If you had told me you could get so much, you wouldn't have worked so hard. When you were sewing the embroidery yesterday, you couldn't see clearly."

Hannah's tone was full of complaints. She didn't care how hard it was to get Chinese crepe nowadays. Hannah just felt sorry for her young lady because she had worked hard all day for nothing yesterday.

She was obviously talking about Leo, but Lucas felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped twice on both sides by a hand covered in chili oil.

He wiped his face and his palms were sticky. He turned his hands over and saw that they were greasy and shiny in the light.

Looking at Leo again, the boy had a tall and straight figure, handsome face and fair skin. He had also stayed in the stuffy top floor for a whole morning, but he didn't even sweat a bit, let alone any oiliness on his face.

He stood next to people like a waiter.

Lucas really couldn't stay any longer, so he said a few words to Irene without even raising his head, picked up his bag, turned around and left in a hurry, as if something was chasing him.

Before leaving, she did not forget to pick up the two yards of crepe that he had placed in an inconspicuous corner of the sofa.

"Why is he in such a hurry to leave?" Hannah asked in confusion, "Wasn't he dragging his feet and not wanting to leave yesterday?"

Irene didn't quite understand what this long-lost junior was thinking. "Maybe he suddenly remembered that there was an emergency at home? For example, he forgot to turn off the faucet when he went out."

Hannah shrugged and carefully pinned the pearls onto her new dress.

Fortunately, Leo bought enough crepe silk, and Irene and Lucas completed the most difficult part of the skirt with ordinary silk yesterday, which was equivalent to having made a pattern, so it would be much faster to make it again with crepe silk.

While sewing buttons, Irene asked, "By the way, Lucas said crepe is so valuable now. Where did you get so much crepe, Leo?"

The young man put down his work, put the notebook on the wall and wrote a few words.

'Hello, shop owner, you saw my gun again and sold it to me at market price.'

In fact, Leo broke into the store in the middle of the night, put a gun to the owner's head, and forced the owner to hand over all the white crepe in the store.

Although he finally paid twice the market price, what he paid this time was not black money, but clean money he had withdrawn from the bank before.

"Where does your money come from?" Irene had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

Leo answered honestly: "I took it out from the bank. I deposited some money in the bank when I ran away from home."

No wonder he could buy her such expensive shoes as a gift. Good boy, he has such a talent.

But she thought again and felt that it was not a bad thing. In this way, even if she really traveled back in time, Leo would be able to live well.

So Irene didn't ask any further questions.

In the end, Leo still couldn't say that most of his money was dirty money.

Next time, he picked up the pearls and nailed them on the position marked by Irene. The white silk thread was coiled around the bottom edge where the pearls touched the fabric. The boy secretly glanced at Irene who was concentrating on cutting out the buttonholes.

He would give the money to Irene after he had laundered it, and use the money to open many stores for Irene.

How can this not be considered as his contribution? He is much better than Lucas or Hannah who only talk but do nothing.

Leo suddenly felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

There is no need for him to compete with them. He just needs to prove that he is more useful than them.

He can do what they can do, and he can also do what they can't do, but this is not enough to prove that he is the most suitable person for Irene.

Money, sewing, and the knowledge needed to open a shop. Once he had learned everything bit by bit, he wanted to see how a mere Lucas could compete with him.

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Irene borrowed Mrs. Soy's iron, added hot water, and ironed the lines of the skirt smooth. The petal collar was attached to the lapel neatly, and two long, soft ribbons hung from the shoulders on both sides of the back.

The same style of clothes made of different materials can produce completely different effects.

Irene looked at her work with satisfaction. The inspiration for this dress came from her later recollection of the scene when Leo escaped from the manor.

The protagonist escaped from the dark cage that imprisoned him and stood barefoot in the forest in the early morning. The sun had just risen, and a ray of light shone through the tall trees full of moisture and sprinkled on his indifferent cheeks.

"I think I'm going to use this dress as the opening dress for my show!" Irene's eyes sparkled. She turned her head to look at Leo, and her eyes unconsciously revealed some pleading. "Can you be my model then?"

"This is my only wish now." Irene clasped her hands together, her beautiful eyes slightly curved, like a cute kitten who is good at acting coquettish. "I really need you to be the opening model."

Leo's Adam's apple rolled and he nodded with a stiff neck.

"Then why don't you try this skirt again? I'll see how long it is. If it's too long, roll it up a bit."

The boy took the long skirt that Irene handed to him, and their fingertips touched closely together. Leo felt Irene's soft fingertips gently rubbing against the back of his hand, with a heart-pounding magic.

The long skirt was draped over his arms, and as if it still lingered with Irene's scent, the boy closed the bedroom door and piled the ordinary silk skirt he had taken off in the morning beside the bed.

Leo realized belatedly that his ears were suddenly burning, and the surprised look in Irene's eyes when she looked at him in the morning emerged in his mind.

The shirt and trousers fluttered to the ground, and Leo blushed as he thought viciously.

See, what he could do, they just couldn't do.

After all, Irene really likes his face, and he can even wear women's clothes. How can Lucas, who is so big and strong, compare with him?

Leo's hands were shaking as he unzipped the side of his skirt. The soft crepe wrapped around his body. He moved the light pink pearl under his chest that seemed to still have Irene's body temperature - he watched Irene sew this pearl on with her own hands.

He clearly remembered how Irene picked out the smoothest bead, selected several positions, and finally sewed it on the clothes.

The young man pulled at the collar and suddenly opened the door, revealing half of his stunningly beautiful face. His upper body was naked, and his skin was as white as jade. He stared at Irene.

A TV drama she watched as a child suddenly popped up in Irene's mind, in which there was a down-and-out scholar whose soul was bewitched in a mountain temple.

As long as the vixen flicked her sleeves, he would chase after her like a lost soul.

Irene stood up, wiped the remaining chalk dust off her hands, and walked towards the bedroom in a daze. She finally understood why everyone condemned the weak-willed scholar, because no one could resist the temptation of a vixen.

Neither can she.

Irene raised her hand and closed the door.

*

Maybe because the design inspiration of this skirt came entirely from Leo, the skirt fits him much better than Irene, and her temperament is just right, pure and flawless.

Irene gritted her teeth and decided to go to the black market manager to buy another invitation so that she could attend the party with Leo.

Before the party even started, she had already spent two hundred dollars - invitations to aristocratic banquets were very expensive on the black market, and some southern aristocrats who had fallen on hard times made a fortune from them.

Because there are many people like Irene who want to climb up the social ladder through a party.

But the money was well spent. As soon as she entered the venue, Irene knew that she had received the invitation letters from the rich women.

As soon as Leo got out of the car, he attracted everyone's attention. Everyone thought he was an exceptionally tall girl. The hat that Lucas bought was also worn on Leo's head. The line of the hat weakened Leo's clear jawline, making him look even more androgynous.

Irene wore only a simple white dress.

A designer doesn't need to be outstanding, her favorite masterpieces are right beside her.

Leo would not be ignored tonight, and neither would Erin.

As soon as we entered the manor and the ball started, several ladies in gorgeous clothes came over and couldn't wait to ask about the origin of the dress.

Irene smiled and said, "I designed this skirt specifically for him. It's a one-of-a-kind style."

"If you want, you can ask me to customize your own style."

The ladies' eyes were surprisingly bright. Who doesn't want a unique dress?

Irene excitedly raised her glass of champagne, her back sweating with excitement. She looked at the ladies in front of her and could almost see her rapidly growing balance.

They didn't have time to relax until most people at the scene had reached Irene's contact address. It was already dark, and the scent of roses at night was even more charming. Irene and Leo hid in a pavilion among the rose bushes, shaking the champagne glasses in their hands, and the transparent wine spilled in the air.

Just now in the dance hall, there were too many people and the lights were very bright. It seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at Irene. She didn't dare to touch Leo's hand and could only hold the boy's wrist.

Although there is absolutely nothing wrong with two equally beautiful "girls" holding hands.

But Irene felt guilty.

Only she knew that there was a man next to her, and this was a secret between them - a secret exposed to everyone.

Until now, their fingers were finally tightly intertwined.

"Cheers--" Irene touched Leo's glass with her glass, her movements and voice subconsciously being very light.

Maybe it’s because it’s outside the noisy crowd, staying in the quiet rose garden is like escaping from the chaotic life.

She didn't have to think about anything and just enjoy the quiet time between them.

"Do you think this is like cheating?"

Irene's eyes rolled and she suddenly said this, her tone full of excitement.

Leo turned his head and looked at Irene, looking into her clear pupils that only reflected his figure.

How can this be considered an affair?

There was a faint sound of talking behind me.

Leo grabbed Irene's wrist with his backhand and dragged her towards the more lush rose bushes.

Large patches of red roses bloom under the silvery moonlight.

Leo suddenly turned around and bit Irene's lips. His breath was filled with the rich fragrance of flowers, and his lips and teeth parted to pull out a transparent silk thread.

"This is called cheating," the boy bit her earlobe and pressed Irene's lower back with one hand, forcing the woman to get closer to him.

The thin two-layer skirt was heated red hot.

"elder sister."