Feng Jingrou has never designed or produced clothing, but she has a unique eye for choosing clothes.
Many of the clothes she brought in from Guangzhou became hot-selling items and were sold out as soon as they were put on display in the store.
Looking at the simple clothing sketch on the homework paper, Feng Jingrou's heart was filled with emotion.
"Qin Zheng, Qin Zheng!" She ran to the kitchen with manuscript paper.
Qin Zheng was kneading dough to make buns. When he heard his wife calling his name, he thought something had happened and came over with two big hands covered in flour.
"Jingrou, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
Feng Jingrou's face, which had become much fairer, turned slightly red because she was too excited.
She pinched the clothing manuscript paper between two fingers, and it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
I wanted to tell Qin Zheng that I had a dream, but I swallowed the words back when they came to my lips.
She has been busy running a clothing store this year and has never had time to take care of things at home and in the fields. Now if she wants to open a clothing factory, she will definitely be even busier. Will Qin Zheng have any objections?
Although she had never heard Qin Zheng complain, the gossip in the village had already reached her ears.
When Zhao Guihua was still healthy, I'd advised her not to overthink it. Life is your own, and as long as your family agrees, why bother with what others say?!
Feng Jingrou was very happy to listen to Zhao Guihua.
She ignored all the gossip and focused on the clothing store, running it very well.
Now, she wants to go a step further.
But Zhao Guihua couldn't teach her how to deal with the world anymore...
Thinking of Zhao Guihua, Feng Jingrou felt a little sad.
When Qin Zheng saw this expression, it easily caused a ten-level storm.
"What's wrong? Did something happen? Jingrou, don't scare me!"
"If you have any problem, tell me. I'll solve it for you!"
He immediately stepped forward, took Feng Jingrou's hands with both of his, and looked down at her with a worried look on his face, not caring at all that the flour on his hands had all gotten onto Feng Jingrou's hands.
Feng Jingrou shook her head and said she was fine.
After preparing himself mentally, he said seriously, "Qin Zheng, I want to open a clothing factory."
Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows.
"Just...this?"
He was almost scared to death.
He thought that his wife had encountered something terrible in the dream created by An An.
Seeing that he looked relaxed, Feng Jingrou thought he didn't understand, so she took the initiative to explain it to him.
"I already have a store, and if I open a factory, I'll definitely be even busier. I haven't been to the fields for a long time, and by then I might not even be able to take care of my family and children..."
After Qin Anan got up, she rubbed her eyes and walked out of the building, just in time to hear her mother say this.
I can't help but sigh that it is really difficult for a woman, especially a woman with a family and children, to pursue a career!
In the eyes of the world, if a man wants to pursue his career, he just needs to work hard.
Women are different...
Qin Anan remembers that in later entertainment news, female artists were always asked by the hosts during interviews, "How do you balance family and career?", but male artists never encountered this problem.
Real fucking question.
Are women such cheap things? Do we need women to balance everything?!
In her previous life, she chose her career and lived a lonely life because she had never found a partner who truly supported her career.
She stopped and stood quietly, wanting to hear what her father had to say.
Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught a glimpse of four heads crowded in front of the window in my eldest brother's bedroom in the east room, eavesdropping on what my parents were saying.
Seeing Qin Anan looking at her, Qin Ting put her finger to her lips and made a "hush" gesture to her.
Qin Li tiptoed to the main room, picked up Qin Anan at a speed so fast that an afterimage appeared, and ran back to his eldest brother's bedroom.
There are now five heads in front of the window.
Ten big eyes stared at Qin Zheng without blinking, waiting to see how he would react.
Qin Ling's right hand, which was hanging by his side, was clenched into a fist, and he was extremely nervous.
He was not worried that Qin Zheng would oppose his mother's entrepreneurship.
But... he actually had a hunch that Qin Zheng would not object.
He was worried about why he trusted Qin Zheng?!
Qin Zheng is 1.9 meters tall, and when he stands in front of Feng Jingrou, who is 1.65 meters tall, there is a natural height difference that makes him feel very attractive.
He raised his hand and patted Feng Jingrou on the head gently like an older brother patting a younger sister.
The snow-white flour on his hands fluffed up as he moved.
It looked like snow had fallen on Feng Jingrou's hair as she looked up at Qin Zheng.
"Jingrou, tell me, who are you to me?" Qin Zheng asked in a low voice, his eyes full of tenderness.
Feng Jingrou didn't know what medicine he was selling in his throat, and her face flushed slightly as she answered truthfully: "Wife."
"Ha, so you know!" Qin Zheng laughed happily and patted Feng Jingrou's head. "You're not a nanny I paid for. Why do you have to stay at home every day to serve me and my child?!"
Feng Jingrou didn't expect Qin Zheng to say that and was stunned.
Qin Zheng was touched by her cute expression and hugged her with a smile: "Wife, do whatever you want. I am at home!"
"Don't worry about the land. I'll find someone to plant it. When it's time to plant rice in the paddy fields this year, won't those two old men be able to do the job just fine?"
Feng Jingrou couldn't help but burst out laughing when she thought of Qin Zheng's deception in doing work.
"Wife, are you smiling? Good! You're the prettiest girl in the world when you smile!" Qin Zheng coaxed her softly, as if he were coaxing a child, as if he was still holding the same delicate young woman who had gone to the countryside as a teenager. "I love seeing you smile the most."
He couldn't help it and lowered his head to peck his wife on the forehead.
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