When Xiao Zhuang saw Song Xiwei go into the warehouse to sort through fabrics, she followed her in.
"Is she choosing fabric to make new clothes?" Xiao Zhuang knew that Song Xiwei was never particular about her clothing.
She's very casual, relying on her beauty.
However, it also proves the saying that if you're good-looking, you'll still be beautiful even in rags.
However, if Song Xiwei were to take special care of herself, her beauty would be amplified, making it impossible not to be captivated and attract attention.
She selected the fabric and cut it herself.
After finishing the two sets of clothes, he went to find Aoqian to coax people.
Making the clothes took some time and she stayed up all night, but she has always been skillful and had learned needlework from others when she was still training, so this time it didn't take much effort.
When he knocked on the door, Aoqian didn't intend to let her in. However, he still noticed that Song Xiwei had her hair neatly combed and was wearing a hair crown, as well as a waist ornament. It was clear that Song Xiwei wasn't being casual this time, but rather very formal.
Then I noticed what she was holding in her hands.
Aoqian remained silent, waiting for Song Xiwei to speak.
Song Xiwei stood at the doorway, her eyes slightly red from staying up all night. She gave Ao Qian a resentful look, which carried a hint of reproach.
Aoqian's heart skipped a beat, and he almost gave in and let her in.
Song Xiwei yawned. "Young Master, I was wrong. Can you let me in first?"
"Wrong? What did you do wrong?" Ao Qian sneered.
"I shouldn't have hesitated and not answered your question immediately." Song Xiwei knew that she should never confront Ao Qian head-on; she should show weakness when necessary. It seemed that showing weakness to Ao Qian was the most effective approach for her.
Sure enough, after her soft-spoken pleas for mercy, Aoqian's expression completely crumbled.
He coughed a few times, seemingly still wanting to put on airs, but Song Xiwei gently nudged him with her elbow. "Ouch, my arm is so sore, Young Master, could you help me carry it?"
Before Aoqian could react, she shoved the tray into his hands and swaggered into his room.
Aoqian stared at her speechlessly, "Who let you in!"
Song Xiwei poured herself a cup of hot tea and, while drinking it, raised an eyebrow at Aoqian and said, "Take a look first. I've visually estimated your figure, but I haven't measured it carefully, so I don't know if it will fit. If there's anything that doesn't fit, please tell me so I can go back and make some adjustments."
Aoqian then realized what was on the tray in his hand.
Although his facial expression didn't change much, his heartbeat had already become unsteady.
Uncover the cloth covering the tray, and you'll find neatly folded garments inside.
He looked up at Song Xiwei and saw her looking at him with eager eyes, the same look he had when he watched her eat the food he had made every day.
"You, you made this yourself?" Aoqian asked incredulously.
Song Xiwei showed Aoqian the needle marks on her fingers, "Look, I did it all night, but it's been so long since I've done it, my hands are rusty."
Aoqian noticed several needle marks on her fair fingers, and his face suddenly darkened. "I don't need any more clothes, why are you doing this for no reason!"
Song Xiwei quickly got up and rubbed her hands on her clothes. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all. I just feel that I don't need to eat every day, but you, Shaojun, watch over me and cook for me three meals a day. I can't just take your kindness for granted. I have to repay your kindness. That's why I thought I could make clothes by hand since I know how to sew. This way, it's a fair exchange between us!"
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