The tailor from country Y didn't speak Mandarin very well; he stumbled over his words and sometimes made mistakes.
Fortunately, both Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli spoke English, which relieved the tailor.
The tailor first took Zhou Mingli's measurements, then asked, "One suit for everyday wear and one suit for formal occasions, right?"
Jiang Ci watched as Zhou Mingli was turned around by the tailor like a wooden stake. After thinking for a moment, she said, "How about we make four sets?"
Zhou Mingli's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci didn't look at him, and said to the tailor, "One set of single-breasted notched lapel, two sets of unstructured, and one set of tuxedo."
The tailor immediately recognized her as an expert and was very pleased. He then took out a sample garment to show Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci, standing to the side, made her own requirements regarding fabric, material, and color, including the colors of the shirt, tie, and cufflinks.
Zhou Mingli listened silently from the side.
She has always been very knowledgeable about these things.
In fact, in this era, a regular suit in China can handle most occasions, and most people wouldn't be able to tell what style of suit Zhou Mingli is wearing.
Zhou Mingli had seen many people in Guangshi who wore cheap suits and tried to appear wealthy, and they didn't even know what a notch lapel or a peak lapel was.
Jiang Ci, however, does not think so. She always says, "Details determine success or failure."
"Power and money are in the hands of a very small number of people. They may not know you, but they will definitely have their own standards when it comes to these things."
Jiang Ci said, "These clothes are not for you to wear for people who don't understand them."
While Zhou Mingli was lost in thought beside Jiang Ci, Jiang Ci had already made a deal with the tailor and paid a rather expensive deposit.
"What are you staring at?" Jiang Ci patted his arm.
Zhou Mingli snapped out of his daze. "It's nothing. Have you talked to him about it?"
Jiang Ci raised her head, with an arrogant expression that said, "Do you even need to ask?"
Zhou Mingli smiled, nodded to the tailor, and took her hand as they walked out.
That evening, after Jiang Ci finished showering and was writing her speech, something suddenly occurred to her. She hissed and turned to Zhou Mingli, saying, "Shouldn't Huang Zheyue's admission notice be coming out by now?"
Zhou Mingli calculated the time, "It should be soon. Where did he fill in?"
“Our family,” Jiang Ci said, “I’ll go ask Peking University when they’ll send out the admission notices. It’s only a dozen kilometers away, they should be able to deliver it in two days.”
Zhou Mingli couldn't help but laugh, "Then I'll ask Fang Jin too."
After saying that, he leaned over, touched her completely dry hair, and asked, "Are you finished writing?"
Jiang Ci clicked her tongue, "Almost done cursing."
Internationally, countries often clash, and there's a lot of sarcastic and veiled criticism, sometimes so absurd it's laughable. Jiang Ci has seen it all, and she's learned a whole set of sarcastic remarks herself.
Jiang Ci wrote with divine inspiration, finishing the last character. She then carefully read through the manuscript again, correcting any typos and ambiguous sentences before putting it in her bag so she wouldn't forget to take it the next day.
As soon as she got onto the kang (heated brick bed), Zhou Mingli moved the fan over, turned it on to a low setting, and pointed it at Jiang Ci, while also covering her stomach with a thin blanket.
The two were covered with the same thin blanket, Jiang Ci's head resting on his shoulder, leaning against each other.
What do you think about my overseas assignment?
Jiang Ci was still not sleepy and asked Zhou Mingli.
Zhou Mingli said, "Logically, I shouldn't stop you from moving forward. If you stay in Beijing and work your way up in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it will probably take you ten years to get promoted. You've always liked challenges and you're not one to compromise with E-Cera. You're not going to stay in the same position for ten years."
“Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli are two independent individuals. Jiang Ci should think more about itself.”
He turned over to face Jiang Ci and slowly said, "Emotionally, Zhou Mingli needs Jiang Ci and doesn't want to be separated from her."
"Jiang Ci." His forehead rested against Jiang Ci's hair, and his nose lightly brushed against her ear. "Emotions can cloud your thinking and affect your judgment."
"I should not be an obstacle to your soaring flight."
A proud eagle would never break its own wings and give up the entire sky.
They were born to belong to the sky.
Zhou Mingli paused for a moment, then said, "You should go."
The straight-line distance from Beijing to New York, where the international organization is located, is 11,000 kilometers.
Jiang Ci remained silent for a long time. After a while, she raised her hand and pinched Zhou Mingli's soft flesh. "Don't take this too seriously."
It is indeed easy to let emotions run rampant at night, leading to irrational judgments.
She opened her mouth and bit Zhou Mingli's shoulder, seemingly gritting her teeth, "Zhou Mingli, you make it sound so carefree!"
"With such a long distance and such a long time, didn't you ever think that I stopped loving you and found someone else?"
Zhou Mingli suddenly pressed her down, his large hand clamping down on her chin.
Jiang Ci punched and kicked him, using quite a bit of force; bone against bone, and it hurt more than one person.
Zhou Mingli raised his leg to block her leg, and grabbed her hands with one hand.
The disparity in strength between men and women was almost fully displayed at this moment.
Zhou Mingli easily subdued her.
Do you love me?
Under the cover of darkness, the emotions in his eyes surged like a turbulent sea.
Jiang Ci retorted angrily, "I don't love it!"
He hooked his index finger and caressed Jiang Ci's lips, whispering, "Your lips are always the hardest here."
Her eyes were clear and bright; even at night, Zhou Mingli could feel the light in them.
She said, "I can't compare to your carefree attitude."
Zhou Mingli didn't say anything, but spread her legs apart and pressed his knee against her there.
"You're wrong, Jiang Ci."
Zhou Mingli lowered his head. "I'm not carefree at all."
Every moment he was away, he couldn't stop thinking about her. In the darkest corners of his mind, the voice from the abyss taught him to tie Jiang Ci up and keep her by his side, so that he could touch and see her every day.
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