From then on, Lin Moxiao felt as if he had been struck down, and the days seemed to drag on endlessly, as if frozen in the cold. At such a young age, he knew that it was a crime.
He hadn't gone to see his father for a very long time. He didn't want to face that scene. That father made him feel unfamiliar and fearful. He was like a demon, often giving him nightmares.
Later, my mother changed too. The smile on her face disappeared, and she became depressed, pessimistic, and world-weary.
Their temperaments were unpredictable, and they often quarreled, wasting precious things. From then on, the father never returned home, and the mother often stared blankly at the piano, feeling depressed.
Lin Moxiao knew that it was a gift her father bought for her mother after he became famous. Her mother always cherished it. However, the piano eventually disappeared and its whereabouts were unknown.
Grandma saw Lin Moxiao staring blankly and patted his shoulder with concern; "What are you thinking about, Xiao'er?"
Perhaps it had been a long time since he had heard anyone call him that. The name "Xiao'er" had always been his mother's exclusive name. Lin Moxiao came back to his senses in a daze and smiled wistfully.
"Have you had a girl you liked these past few years?" Grandma asked tentatively, her gentle gaze pulling him back to reality.
Lin Moxiao didn't hide anything and calmly said;
"Yes, there is."
Grandma looked up again;
"Oh? How are things going? Bring him over sometime so I can see him."
Lin Moxiao looked disappointed upon hearing this, lowered his head, and shook his head.
Grandma's probing gaze inquired again;
"What, you're unwilling, or is she simply not ready? You can tell the girl directly that it's an important part of her life, and we have to be involved. Without the blessings of elders, wouldn't the marriage be incomplete?"
The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, and Lin Moxiao looked troubled.
"No, Grandma, so far, it's just wishful thinking on my part."
Lin Moxiao dared not say that he liked a married woman, even though that person had been in his heart for a long time. His grandmother would certainly not approve of such views and might even object. His grandmother's health would also be further damaged by his anger. He really did not want to hurt his grandmother, whose life was fragile.
Grandma looked at him in disbelief, her wrinkled eyebrows and eyes blending together in a look of utter astonishment;
"Such a thing exists! My grandson is so handsome, yet a woman rejected him? I've never heard of such a thing before!"
The old man, standing to the side, brought the old woman a glass of warm water and said calmly;
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. No matter how handsome my grandson is, not everyone will like him. Perhaps that girl values other things more than his looks."
Ms. Liang could not understand.
"My grandson is successful in his career, his income has entered the middle class. I know Wan'er's works; the annual copyright revenue from the theater is no less than a million, all of which belongs to Xiao'er. Not to mention, there's also ours..."
Grandma was interrupted by Grandpa before she could finish speaking;
"Disliking something has nothing to do with how much money you have, and it doesn't need a reason. Why are you still stuck on this?"
Grandma pouted at Grandpa and muttered under her breath;
"I thought my grandson had no shortage of girls around him, it's really strange that there's someone he doesn't even like."
Upon hearing this, Lin Moxiao stood up and struck a lively and cheerful pose;
"Grandma, I will try my best."
But Grandma wasn't going to let him off the hook. She took a sip of water from her glass and said with a serious expression.
"Giving you a little punishment is justified. Maybe he knows you've had many ex-girlfriends and suspects you of being fickle, which is why he rejected you. And you've had it too easy before; I've heard you've had quite a few girls around you over the years."
Lin Moxiao felt ashamed and helpless upon hearing this. He raised his hand and swore an oath in front of his grandmother, like a primary school student.
"Grandma, I admit I was confused for a year or two, but I want to tell you honestly and frankly that I have never hurt them, not even once."
When I first started working, I was new and didn't know how to say no. When they invited me out, I always reciprocated appropriately, and I have a clear conscience about that.
Grandma almost laughed in exasperation at his earnest expression. The water in his glass spilled out, and she frowned as she put the glass on the bedside table and pointed at it.
"I didn't expect you to be a free driver! Fine! From now on, you're not allowed to mess with those girls anymore. Settle down and come to my place whenever you have free time. There's a lot of stuff waiting for you to learn!"
"When the new year starts, I'll talk to Assistant Zhou and have you go with her to the company to get a feel for things. I'm getting old, and my paranoia has kicked in; I don't trust anyone. The company might be handed over to you in the future; you'll have to learn how to manage it!"
The old man chuckled and chimed in from behind, "Yes, Xiao. You have to work hard! Strive to lead Grandma's company to great heights."
Lin Moxiao looked at her grandmother with a troubled expression;
"Grandma, you know I have a job, and I'm not cut out for managing a company! Please, just let me off the hook!"
Ms. Liang's garment company was founded in the 1970s and was the first privately owned women's fashion boutique in Shanghai.
For over forty years since its founding, Yunshang Garment has developed its own unique style in terms of design and craftsmanship. Its suits, coats, and cheongsams emphasize a perfect fit, beautiful curves, and a harmonious blend of elegance and sophistication. Its silk gowns and dresses are elegant, flowing, and luxurious.
From its initial meteoric rise to prominence, after years of operation, the company now boasts two major brands: Queen Wedding Dress, specializing in Chinese and Western formal wear and suit tailoring, and Chao Xi, a new brand acquired a few years ago.
It mainly gathers the most trendy and advanced styles from home and abroad, and its inspiration mostly comes from foreign styles. It is one of the most promising fashion brands in China.
While its own brands are thriving, the original "Ni Chang Clothing" is becoming increasingly desolate. With its main brand on the verge of disappearing from the market, Ms. Liang, who has been plagued by illness in recent years, also feels powerless to continue.
Feedback from the market indicates that people are not optimistic about the development model of traditional cheongsams. They believe that cheongsams on the market are very cheap, there are too many counterfeit versions, and most of them are only used for show. People do not have a high demand for them and will not wear them for a long time. They no longer meet the aesthetic standards of modern people. Although designers and management companies have changed one after another, no one has been able to make it run properly.
Ever since Ms. Liang received the demolition agreement for the Jiangning Garment Factory, she had a plan in mind. She also knew that the other two major shareholders would certainly not agree. So she pointed to the drawer, signaling Yu Shihua to take out the agreement and say to Lin Moxiao:
"Son, this is the demolition agreement for the Jiangning Garment Factory. Take a look, and I'd like to hear your thoughts after you've read it."
Lin Moxiao took the demolition agreement, carefully flipped through it, and read through each clause. After a while, she raised her tired eyelids, looked at her grandmother quietly, and said with a grin, "Congratulations, Grandma, on receiving 80 million in compensation."
To everyone's surprise, Ms. Liang Yin looked very serious:
"Don't give me that smirk. Tell me your thoughts: do you want to cooperate with the government to rebuild the garment factory in the south of the city and relocate those skilled craftsmen, or do you want to take the money and leave?"
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