Jiang Ningyan was amused by her. "What are you imagining? Everyone in the Lu family is very nice to me, and I've never been short of pocket money. I just don't want to be idle every day."
If she didn't explain, Shen Xueying would have thought that she was living a miserable life of going hungry for nine meals three days under Lu Bingchuan's oppression.
Shen Xueying finally believed it, "But if you are short of money, I have an idea."
"There's a tailor shop in the west of the city. The master tailor there is very skilled and specializes in making custom clothes. However, he hasn't been feeling well lately and is planning to take in an apprentice."
"If you're good at this, maybe the master would be willing to take you in as an apprentice and give you a few orders to make back home. You could make 70 or 80 yuan for each piece of clothing."
Jiang Ningyan seemed to be lost in thought. It sounded like high-end customization in this era. When the original owner was in Tuanjie Village, she was very good at operating a sewing machine and knitting, and she made money from it.
If muscle memory existed, would she have automatically unlocked this skill?
With a give-it-a-give attitude, she grabbed a few pieces of high-quality cloth and planned to try her hand at simpler men's clothing.
Late at night, she yawned and put the final stroke on the paper, sketching out a rough design of the shirt.
…
There was a gentle knock on the office door.
Lu Bingchuan didn't look up, his voice steady, "Come in."
The footsteps approached and stopped in front of the table.
Wu Zhiyuan wore a courteous smile and handed the document over with both hands. "Commander, this is the plan for the opening ceremony of this joint exercise. Please review it."
Lu Bingchuan took the document and glanced at it coldly. Since it was handed to him, it had gone through several levels of review and there shouldn't be any major problems.
When he turned to the last page, he suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze fell on Wu Zhiyuan's wrist, and paused for a moment.
"Is this watch new?" His voice was low and scrutinizing, and there was no emotion in his tone.
Wu Zhiyuan was stunned, his wrist unconsciously retracted into his sleeve, the smile on his face was a little unnatural, "It's... It's new, just bought a few days ago."
He actually bought this watch cheaply on the black market. Although it was resold by someone else, it looks almost as good as a new one.
However, even if Lu Bingchuan has sharp eyes, he wouldn't be able to tell the source, right?
Lu Bingchuan stared at his face coldly. He always had a good memory. This man was also from the Propaganda Department. He had warned Jiang Ningyan when he harassed her in the cafeteria.
The watch in Jiang Ningyan's room suddenly appeared on the wrist of a man in the same office, which made it hard not to think too much.
Wu Zhiyuan felt uneasy under his cold gaze and stuttered, "Commander, did I do anything wrong?"
Lu Bingchuan withdrew his gaze, the pressure around him was very low, "Let's go."
Wu Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered that he had been smiling at Jiang Ningyan in public. He had been hanging out with so many women that he couldn't even remember them all.
Could it be that Chief Lu still remembers it?
He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he bowed slightly and walked out in shame.
Two days later, in the auditorium.
The opening ceremony of the joint exercise between the Beijing Military Region and Country Z.
After Lu Guohua finished his speech and announced the official start of the exercise, it was time for foreign journalists to record their interviews.
Every time the spokesperson answered, Jiang Ningyan, who was standing beside him with a smile, translated it to the reporters in a fluent and flawless manner.
Next to him is Wu Zhiyuan, who is nominally an assistant and substitute but is actually just a decoration.
Although the weather was not very hot, he kept wiping his sweat, fearing that Jiang Ningyan would take a break and ask him to take over.
Although he graduated from Kyoto University, that was a diploma obtained by his aunt through connections and bribes. If he were asked to translate even a single sentence, he would definitely make a fool of himself.
So during the short breaks, he would occasionally hand Jiang Ningyan a glass of water, fearing that she would ask to take a break.
This scene took on a different meaning in the eyes of some people.
Some people chuckled and whispered, "That young comrade next to the translator is so hot himself, but he's still staring at the translator's condition."
"This guy is good, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handsome appearance. He is a good match for that woman."
"I don't think so. That woman is, if not one in a million, she's definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. My third brother is still single, so I wonder if there's a chance to introduce her to him..."
The two of them were talking more and more excitedly, when they suddenly felt a chill.
When I looked up, I was met with a cold gaze.
Lu Bingchuan had stood beside them at some point, staring down at them. "You two, practice for an extra three hours after you're dismissed."
The two of them shuddered and regretted it so much that they wanted to sew their mouths shut.
Lu Bingchuan raised his eyes and scanned the dark crowd.
Countless people were looking at Jiang Ningyan, looking at her pretty face, listening to her soft voice, with smiles full of interest on their faces.
Thinking of this, Lu Bingchuan's body tensed up and his eyes became dark and unclear.
I want to take him home, hide him away, and make him belong to him alone.
…
After dinner.
Jiang Ningyan stayed in her room, humming an unknown tune, and put down the needle and thread in her hand with great satisfaction.
The job was done. She spent countless hours and finally made a men's shirt exactly according to the drawing.
The effect should be good...
She picked up the clothes and gestured on herself, her face gradually becoming hesitant.
Well, there is no room for regression, but the room for improvement is enormous.
"Come with me."
A man's deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Jiang Ningyan was startled and hurriedly crumpled up the shirt and stuffed it into the quilt, only to find that Lu Bingchuan had entered the room at some point.
At this moment, he was standing upright behind her, his cold and handsome face showing no emotion at all.
Jiang Ningyan patted her chest and complained quietly, "Can you please stop standing quietly behind others? It's scary, okay?"
Lu Bingchuan lowered his eyes to look at her, "What did you do to make you feel guilty?"
"No." Jiang Ningyan tried her best to use her body to cover the bulge under the quilt and pushed the man out.
"Let's go, what do you want from me?"
Little did she know that her behavior was just a cover-up.
What's more, she even forgot to put away the needle and thread and scraps of fabric on the table.
The woman lowered her head, her face slightly red, her eyes evasive, and she thought she had kept it a secret.
Lu Bingchuan calmly looked away and walked towards the living room. "Let's take a family photo."
"Family portrait?" Jiang Ningyan paused and bit her lip subconsciously. "I won't go. After all, I'm not... not from the Lu family."
Lu Bingchuan held her shoulders and said in a deep voice to stop her from running away, "As long as you want, you can do it anytime."
Jiang Ningyan's heart instantly jumped up.
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