The wronged aunt tries to rewrite her life, part 4. (First update, muah!)
Clothes in physical stores are too expensive, and clothes online are often not as described. Looking at the massive amount of clothes in her virtual warehouse, Chen Xia could only sigh in despair.
She felt she needed to stock up on reasonably priced clothes in the future, as her current salary was limited. She simply couldn't afford clothes that cost thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan, and who knew what people would say about her if she wore them out.
She wasn't exaggerating; it's just that both she and her husband work within the system, so there are some things they need to be careful about.
Especially in public institutions like schools, last time a young female teacher in their unit was complained about by parents because she was wearing a short skirt.
Another student was wearing a light pink suit, which was also complained about by parents, and then the principal called them in for a talk.
The dress was simple in style, the length was suitable, and the neckline wasn't too low. The reason for the complaint was that the parents felt the dress was made of a thin material and could easily expose the wearer.
If someone dresses too well, even if the parents don't complain, their colleagues will inevitably have some doubts.
After all, their combined salary is only around ten thousand yuan a month. Buying a coat that costs several thousand or even tens of thousands of yuan seems impossible.
While tidying up the closet that day, she saw the fabrics the original owner had bought on the bottom shelf and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Hey, I can make my own clothes!"
In her previous life, she had mastered the skill of making clothes; the royal palace had a dedicated sewing room.
The original owner of this body had learned embroidery and needlework from her nanny since childhood, although she didn't have much talent. But as she lived longer, over time, the clothes she sewed and the patterns she embroidered became quite presentable.
When the idea popped into her head, she thought it was pretty reliable. It just so happened that the original owner liked to DIY small things, so she specially spent a lot of money to buy an electric sewing machine.
Even though it's just a showpiece, she can take the opportunity to exchange it for one of the more convenient ones she has stored in her storage space.
The story of how the original owner liked to DIY all sorts of little gadgets begins with her childhood dream of becoming a fashion designer.
When she was little, her favorite thing to do was to secretly cut up her mother's floral dresses and sew pretty little dresses for her dolls, for which she was often beaten.
The two older sisters worked in a clothing factory. Knowing that their younger sister liked clothing, they often sent her fashion magazines, various dolls she liked, and scraps of fabric. As a result, she became even more obsessed with sewing little dresses for her dolls.
In high school, I vowed to become a fashion designer and design the most beautiful dresses for my two older sisters.
Unfortunately, her parents considered this dream of hers to be a waste of time and insisted that she apply for a government-funded teacher training program, saying that the job would be stable.
She couldn't fight city hall, so she only had two choices: either study at a free, government-funded teacher training school, or drop out of school to work or get married.
Having no other choice, she had to give up her dream and study at a teacher's college. In college, she minored in painting. Her thinking at the time was that to be a designer, one needed to be able to draw, and if she mastered painting, she might be able to teach herself fashion design.
After graduation, she had to work to earn money to repay her student loans. Between bread and dreams, she chose to fill her stomach.
Later, she got married and had a daughter, keeping herself busy and never having a moment to herself. It wasn't until her daughter, Tian Tian, started kindergarten that she had another idea.
This time, I also had a reason to convince myself to invest money: after learning design and cutting, I could make beautiful little dresses for my daughter myself.
In order to choose the right tools, she searched for many guides on Xiaohongshu, but the things she bought were all different from what was described.
The bloggers she watched used these cute and adorable tools to sew clothes and bags in such a pleasing way, but when she tried to use them, they just didn't feel right.
After realizing he had been scammed, he threw all the tools into a corner to gather dust.
Learning from her mistake, Chen Xia had her little system order a powerful, fully automatic electric sewing machine that combined cutting and sewing from the owner of one of her close friends' systems. The machine was designed to resemble the one the original owner had bought. This craftswoman loved making all sorts of machines; her world was more than fifty years more advanced than this small world, and the machines she made were incredibly powerful.
After waiting a few days, the machine arrived. She put away the sewing machine in the corner of the small balcony where she used to dry clothes and replaced it with the one she had just ordered.
On Saturday, Chen Xia took Tian Tian to the dance class at the Children's Palace and couldn't wait to get started.
Sweetie had a talent for dance since she was a child. The little girl liked to wear pretty dresses and dance, so the original owner enrolled her in a dance class at the Children's Palace to learn classical dance.
Her thinking is the same as most parents: it doesn't matter how much her child learns, just treat it as physical training.
Everyone says that girls who study dance have great figures and elegant demeanor. Because of her own bad posture, she thought she couldn't let her daughter be like her.
After Chen Xia arrived, the status quo was maintained: every Saturday morning, she was sent to the Children's Palace to learn dance, and in the afternoon, she learned to paint.
Chen Xia's job is simply to take Tian Tian there and pick her up in the afternoon.
The Children's Palace is close to Song Yuan's workplace, so at noon he would take Tian Tian to the workplace cafeteria, and in the afternoon he would take her to the Children's Palace to continue her painting lessons.
This way, Chen Xia won't have to go through so much trouble on the road. Otherwise, she would have to drop her off in the morning, pick her up at noon, drop her off again in the afternoon, and then pick her up again, making two round trips on Saturday.
The first thing she does when making clothes is to draw a design. Her custom-made sewing machine is truly fully automatic. All she has to do is scan the design and follow the steps one by one.
Designing clothes is a piece of cake for Chen Xia, who can draw... well, it doesn't seem like an easy task either.
The start was unfavorable; Chen Xia felt that something was off about the blueprints he drew.
Fortunately, there's a small system that can perfectly generate design drafts from any clothing images she can find online.
Once the blueprints were scanned into the machine and the necessary materials were prepared, Chen Xia realized that the original owner's fabrics were of poor quality, so he simply put them into his spatial storage and replaced them all with fabrics he had previously stockpiled.
If suitable fabric is unavailable, it can be synthesized from raw materials. As for raw materials, her warehouse is well-stocked with various kinds, such as long-staple cotton and silk.
Chen Xia started with something simple, making two white silk shirts and matching knee-length A-line skirts.
After ironing with a garment steamer, the clothes I wear look more neat and stylish than clothes that cost two or three hundred yuan online or several hundred yuan in stores.
Chen Xia's confidence soared after her first successful attempt. She struck while the iron was hot and made several outfits for Song Yuan: a white shirt with dress pants and a sky-blue sweatshirt with casual pants.
I also made several pretty tops, pants and skirts for Sweetie using soft fabrics such as pink and light yellow.
To prevent the clothes from looking monotonous, she embroidered small flowers and cute animal outlines on the clothes and the hem of the skirt.
To be honest, she really didn't have a talent for embroidery. She practiced on and off for decades in her previous life, but she still couldn't embroider overly complicated patterns.
I found the denim fabric I'd hoarded in my past life when I was getting cashback, and picked out the softest one to make two pairs of denim overalls for Sweetie. I sewed a cute little cat pocket onto the chest of the overalls.
After finishing the clothes, Chen Xia took them to her space and handed them over to Ling Yi to wash, dry, and iron. When Chen Xia went to pick up Tian Tian from school, she was wearing the clothes she had made herself.
A silk white shirt paired with a mint green knee-length A-line skirt, and a light yellow knitted cardigan suitable for spring and autumn. Nude low-heeled shoes and pearl earrings complete the look, making her appear gentle and intellectual.
The earrings Chen Xia wore were genuine pearl earrings, bestowed upon her by Emperor Kangxi.
During the Qing Dynasty, pearls from the East were extremely precious, and only empresses and empress dowagers could wear court beads made of pearls from the East.
Her earrings were merely Dongzhu pearls, but even Dongzhu pearl earrings had to be bestowed by the emperor. Possessing Dongzhu pearls without permission was a serious crime of usurpation.
Nowadays, pearl jewelry is all cultured and very cheap. Even if she wears it, who would recognize it as a priceless pearl from the East Asia?
The clothes were made by myself, and the shoes were salvaged from the warehouse. I also found a few pairs of sneakers and leather shoes that fit Song Yuan in the same size.
Once the labels are changed in the processing machine, no one can tell that these are shoes that originally cost thousands or tens of thousands of yuan.
When I was stocking up before, I bought a lot of children's clothes, shoes and milk powder.
She opened the milk powder box and poured it into the sweet milk powder can. She took out several sets of clothes, shoes, and even underwear, washed and dried them, and hung them in the closet in her own room.
When Tian Tian saw Chen Xia standing outside the door, she excitedly ran over and hugged her leg: "Mom, you look so pretty today! Tian Tian wants pretty clothes too."
Chen Xia picked her up and carried her outside: "Mommy made lots of pretty clothes for Tian Tian. Try them on when we get home and see which one you like. What did Tian Tian learn today?"
Sweetie's little mouth chattered on and on, and Chen Xia listened patiently, occasionally chiming in with a few words.
The two had just reached the intersection when Song Yuan stopped them: "Hello, ma'am, please... wife?"
Chen Xia took off her mask and hat, and looked at him with a smile: "Officer, what brings you here?"
Song Yuan pinched the chubby little face that was making a face at him: "Madam, you should wear your helmet properly when riding a bike in the future."
Chen Xia nodded: "Okay, officer. It's all my husband's fault for not reminding me. I'll make him kneel on durians when we get back."
Song Yuan quickly begged for mercy: "Wife, please spare me!"
Chen Xia took two bottles of drinks out of the bicycle basket and handed them to him: "You go ahead with your work, Tian Tian and I are going back now."
After Chen Xia and Tian Tian walked away, Song Yuan tossed a bottle of beverage to another colleague, Zheng Jian.
Zheng Jian unscrewed the cap and gulped down a few mouthfuls of his drink: "I heard you say before that you and your sister-in-law were on a diet together, and that your sister-in-law lost 20 pounds, which I found a little hard to believe. Now that I see, she must have lost at least 30 pounds, right?"
It's like you've become a completely different person. You're a lucky guy. Your wife is young and beautiful, and your daughter is well-behaved and adorable—much cuter than my brat.
Song Yuan smiled but didn't reply; he didn't like discussing his lover with others.
As soon as Song Yuan entered his home after get off work, Chen Xia handed him a set of clothes: "Go try this on and see if it fits."
Song Yuan tried it on and said, "Honey, this fabric feels really comfortable. It must be quite expensive, right?"
Chen Xia straightened his collar: "I designed and made my own clothes, imitating those in fashion magazines."
Look, the loungewear over there isn't finished yet. I made matching outfits for the kids, so the three of us can look great wearing the same thing when we go out for a walk.
Come on, try on these shoes. Didn't I tell you last time that I found a part-time job online, drawing illustrations for people?
"Try these shoes on. I earned over two thousand yuan this month. Your birthday is coming up soon, so I'll make you two outfits and buy you two pairs of shoes as a gift."
Hearing that his wife had earned money from her part-time job to make clothes and buy shoes for him, Song Yuan was deeply moved and worked extra hard that night.
There was nothing he could do; all the money in the house was with his wife, and he was the type to ask for pocket money every month.
His wife knows everything about how much money he has. He has to rely on his bonus to buy her a gift on Valentine's Day or their wedding anniversary.
Song Yuan could only repay his wife's love through his actions. After losing weight, he could clearly feel that his wife was becoming more and more satisfied with him.
The next day, after exercising and taking a shower early in the morning, Song Yuan looked at Chen Xia's facial cleanser on the sink and decisively picked it up to use.
Recently, his wife's face has become increasingly fair and delicate, so he needs to take good care of it, since he won her over with his face back then.
He's out on duty every day, exposed to the wind and sun. If he doesn't take good care of himself, it would be better if people mistook him for his sister when he stands next to his wife. It would be really embarrassing if they mistook him for his father and daughter.
What he didn't know was that Chen Xia's skincare products were all stockpiled from previous lives, and they were very expensive. The combined monthly salary of the two of them could only buy one bottle of lotion.
Song Yuan felt that the more facial cleanser he used, the cleaner his face would be. After washing his face, he looked at himself in the mirror and thought his face seemed to have become a tiny bit whiter.
After leaving the bathroom, he went into the bedroom and reached for the skincare products on the dressing table.
When Chen Xia finished cooking and called the father and daughter to eat, she went to the bathroom to wash her face and saw that the face wash had deflated, only then did she realize what he had done.
Chen Xia wasn't angry about these trivial matters. She had the little system secretly test Song Yuan's skin type to see which one suited him best, and planned to get him a set of men's skincare products from the space warehouse.
Let's stop him from wasting his time. I didn't realize it when he bought it, but now that I'm broke, it feels a bit wasteful to use it.
The system selected a set of skincare products suitable for Song Yuan. A few days later, Chen Xia took the opportunity of making money through short-term trading to give it to him as a gift to make her happy.
When Song Yuan saw that Chen Xia, a stock trading novice, had invested 10,000 yuan and made 5,000 yuan in a month by short-term trading, he was so envious that he immediately gave Chen Xia his stock account.
Chen Xia logged into his stock account and saw the pitfalls he had fallen into. He couldn't help but admire him; this guy was truly a master at being taken advantage of.
He's the kind of person who, upon hearing that a stock is doing well, rushes in excitedly and gets trapped immediately.
You either grit your teeth and sell at a loss, or you hold on to your wits' end. He belonged to the latter; he was incredibly stubborn and refused to budge, insisting on waiting.
Chen Xia decisively sold off all the stocks that had no chance of rising any further.
She bought several US stocks recommended by the system. With such a system that practically gives away money, it would be difficult for her to lose money.
Song Yuan knew that the stocks he had bought were beyond saving, and he didn't say anything when Chen Xia sold off her shares at a loss.
He's lost money, so be it. Over the years, he's invested about 100,000 yuan in stocks, and now he only has 30,000 yuan left.
Six months later, Chen Xia handed him a bankbook: "I made money on stocks, so I withdrew 500,000 yuan. What do you think we should do with this money—buy a house or get a new car?"
"How much?" Song Yuan was so shocked that he could barely speak. He took the passbook and looked at it. Good heavens, after so many years of marriage, including his parents' accidental compensation, they had only saved 300,000 yuan in total. Now the balance was really 800,000 yuan.
Song Yuan looked at the bankbook from left to right, extremely fascinated. Chen Xia, seeing his silly look, asked him another question, and he thought for a moment.
"We bought our SUV after we got married, and we've only driven it for a few years. It would be a shame to replace it."
How about this, I'll buy you a new energy vehicle. Riding an electric bike is fine when it's warm, but in winter, you'll need to drive. It'll be convenient to pick up Tian Tian from the children's palace on weekends.
As for the house, I think it's fine for the three of us to live in this two-bedroom apartment.
If we buy a house now, 800,000 yuan isn't enough for a full payment. If we take out a loan, our combined housing provident funds should be able to get us 800,000 yuan.
If you think about it that way, this house is actually a viable option. Honey, do you want to buy a house or a car?
Chen Xia thought for a moment: "Housing provident fund loans also incur interest. Why don't we buy a car first, save up some money, and then buy a house? We can pay in full then. That way, we won't have to pay interest to the bank."
When it comes to cars, Song Yuan knows them like the back of his hand. Chen Xia told him her requirements: good-looking, small, agile, easy to park, cheap and durable.
After considering Chen Xia's requirements, he provided Chen Xia with several micro electric vehicles priced around 50,000 yuan.
After confirming that the safety levels of these options were roughly the same, Chen Xia directly chose the one that looked the best.
Song Yuan chuckled to himself. He knew Chen Xia would choose the best-looking one. This car was actually his top recommendation, with a super high cost-performance ratio. He had heard that there was a significant discount available if he bought it recently.
After finalizing the car purchase, Chen Xia handed over her bank card and became a hands-off manager.
As a traffic police officer, Song Yuan knew far more about buying and registering vehicles than she did.
In addition to the 800,000 yuan in fixed deposits, Song Yuan also had over 80,000 yuan in the bank card Chen Xia gave him, not to mention the several thousand yuan in their salary cards.
Song Yuan was utterly impressed by Chen Xia's ability to amass such a large sum of money from his stock account within six months.
Chen Xia's various epic and amazing moves made him suddenly realize that his wife was actually a self-taught stock trading genius.
Every move she makes seems reckless, but she always manages to make money, and even make a fortune with small investments.
He finally understood what people meant by "a novice can beat a master with a flurry of punches." Her unconventional fighting style had unexpectedly led to her victory. He never thought that stock trading was the same.
Song Yuan thought he had figured it out, so he excitedly put himself into the game again, only to be taught a lesson by reality and lose even more money and suffer even more misery.
Devastated by the blow, Song Yuan, heartbroken, decided to give up the stock market altogether and turn to the lottery instead.
The reason is that a colleague in their unit likes to buy lottery tickets, and he always buys them in the last few minutes, saying that this increases the chances of winning.
At first glance, this doesn't seem to make sense. Well, I don't know if he's just lucky or what, but he's won several times.
Just a few days ago, he was smugly treating everyone to a meal, saying that he had won 300,000 yuan. He won 300,000 yuan by buying three lottery tickets for six yuan. Everyone was so envious.
Song Yuan thought that since he always lost money in the stock market, he couldn't be this unlucky with the lottery either.
He had decided that he wouldn't buy too many each time, just ten yuan's worth, so even if he didn't win, he would only lose ten yuan.
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