Chapter 384 Life
"Zhiyue lives with you. You must teach her well and let her know the rules, so that she won't make mistakes or laugh at others on the day."
Old Master Sheng said: "Only in this way, as her brother, can you find a respectable marriage for her and prevent her from being looked down upon."
Sheng Huaian circled his fingers around the smoky gray hair, and the messy hair ends wrapped around his fingers let out a bit of coldness.
He has high brow bones, well-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes.
If Sheng Huaian changes his unruly dressing style, he may become a gentleman with elegant demeanor and noble temperament.
But there is always a light in the depths of the eyes that is impossible to see through, hiding a bit of frivolity.
Hearing this, his smile instantly faded.
"Grandpa, you don't need to worry about Zhiyue's marriage. There are many people who want to marry her. Auntie hasn't set the rules for her yet, so it's not my turn to give her advice."
"By the way, Grandpa, if you had followed the rules back then, you wouldn't have gotten into so many romantic affairs."
Mr. Sheng was so angry at him that he almost had a heart attack and left in anger.
Sheng Huaian smiled coldly, picked up the cigarette box from the table, picked up a cigarette at random, put it in his mouth, lit it and started smoking.
The wisp of smoke covered his eagle-like eyes, making him look inexplicably dangerous and aggressive.
Sheng Huaian smoked a cigarette without any unnecessary movements. The smoke that came out of his thin lips all dissipated and swirled in the air.
He suddenly picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
I only heard the other end ask, "Master, have you made up your mind?"
"Yeah." Sheng Huaian responded solemnly, his tone carrying a hint of heavy firmness.
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Sheng Huaian would carefully complete anything that Grandpa Sheng did not prepare for Jiang Wanrou.
He specially invited the world's top designers and editors-in-chief of world-renowned magazines to personally select and tailor haute couture dresses for Jiang Wanrou and her daughter.
Sheng Huaian originally planned to have a completely tailor-made service, but because Jiang Wanrou was unwilling to have prolonged contact with strangers and was extremely averse to physical contact, he had to give up.
While Jiang Wanrou received Stan Lee's meticulous treatment, he also cleverly integrated several world-renowned etiquette experts into her daily life.
"Aunt can learn as much as she can. It doesn't matter if she doesn't learn. The key is to enjoy the process." Sheng Huaian said with a self-deprecating smile: "But secretly, I still don't want Aunt to lose to the old woman's daughter."
"This is the life and skill that my aunt should have enjoyed long ago."
"And you, Zhiyue, this is your first official appearance in front of the noble family, so you must perform well."
When the original wife was young, she had a special liking for high-end custom-made dresses. Every antique dress in her collection was worth a lot of money. The reason why she was not divided up by the Sheng family was simply that the piles of dresses were not enough in the face of industrial business.
What's more, the clothes worn by the original wife during her lifetime were considered unlucky, so no one dared to touch them, which is why they were preserved.
Sheng Huaian had already given the key to the collection room in the villa to Jiang Zhiyue, but unexpectedly, the key was back in the drawer of the cabinet the next day.
Jiang Zhiyue said, "This key is to be given to my mother, not me. At present, my mother cannot accept this, so you are the most suitable person to help her keep it."
Jiang Zhiyue was different from the girls Sheng Huaian had met. She was not interested in gorgeous dresses, even if the editor-in-chief, who stood at the top of the fashion industry, personally bent down and helped her choose a hard-to-find high-end luxury dress.
"Ms. Jiang, this dress from Finell's autumn and winter collection is themed 'Gardenia' and is a limited edition tailor-made for our distinguished customers."
"The models shown are all replicas, so you can choose with confidence."
"Your identity symbolizes uniqueness. From the design of the dress to every detail, it demonstrates incomparable dignity and luxury."
Even the characters who could only be seen on TV now had to bend down, maintain a respectful posture, and carefully accompany Jiang Zhiyue, fearing any negligence.
The Sheng family is worthy of the prominent title of the six major families. Standing at the pinnacle of power, looking down on all living beings, they all bow down to them.
The girl's skirt can support all romantic fantasies.
Sheng Huaian hopes to give her the best.
As for the gifts that others wanted to give to Jiang Zhiyue, they were blocked outside the door by Sheng Huaian.
He asked the housekeeper to find a secluded corner to dispose of it.
Regrettably, neither the antique dresses collected by the late wife nor the dresses carefully selected by the editor-in-chief won Jiang Zhiyue's favor.
She picked a dress for Jiang Wanrou. The pure white satin and the intricate embroidery dotted the whiteness, which perfectly set off Jiang Wanrou's gentle temperament.
The editor-in-chief was busy praising Jiang Zhiyue for her unique vision. Jiang Zhiyue smiled modestly and said nothing.
The editor-in-chief suddenly made an astonishing discovery: Jiang Zhiyue's manners and conversation were impeccable. She had unique insights into a series of high-end custom-made garments and had her own aesthetic concepts.
With just a few words, you can handle various social situations with ease.
Who would have believed that such an outstanding girl was given the title of companion study not long ago?
After choosing the dress, Jiang Zhiyue did not waste any time and turned around and took Jiang Wanrou to the hospital.
Jiang Wanrou had never met Sheng's father. Jiang Zhiyue told her about the past events that happened in North Siri Province. It was a series of actions by Sheng's father that indirectly changed the trajectory of their fate and gave them the opportunity to meet him.
"Mr. Sheng is your elder brother, your brother from the same mother. No matter where you are, he always cares about you and never forgets you for a moment."
There was a hint of crystal in Jiang Zhiyue's eyes. She lowered her voice, fearing to disturb Jiang Wanrou.
Jiang Wanrou stared blankly at the middle-aged man with his eyes closed on the bed in the ward.
He was so thin that he was unrecognizable, his skin had a grayish pallor, and his breath was weak.
She found it hard to believe what Jiang Zhiyue said. It wasn't that she doubted the truth of it, but Jiang Wanrou couldn't believe that there was someone in this world who cared about her besides Jiang Zhiyue, and that there was even a relative who was from the same mother.
Jiang Wanrou put her palm against the glass, and stared at the person in the ward through the thick visiting window without blinking. Her lips trembled, and she didn't know what to say.
Tears silently overflowed from her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto her clothes. Jiang Wanrou wanted to wipe away these physiological tears, but the tears kept flowing.
She couldn't hide her true reaction.
Jiang Zhiyue reached out and wiped away the tears on her face. "You and your uncle have suffered a lot. From now on, no one will be able to separate you."
"You not only have me, but also my uncle and brother Huai'an. There is nothing you can't overcome. Mother, it's time for you to embrace a brand new life, a life that originally belonged to you."
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