Qin Sui is below and Lin Su is above.
Lin Su wanted to get up the moment she fell, but the hand clasped around her waist did not let go, but instead pressed down even harder.
The two of them were pressed tightly together, so close and intimate that no one could get through.
Lin Su helplessly placed her hands on Qin Sui's chest. She subconsciously wanted to struggle to get up, but she suddenly felt a rapidly beating heart in the palms of her hands.
This accelerated heartbeat seemed familiar to her, because it was the same as before when her heart beat.
She lowered her head in astonishment, but ran straight into a pair of unfathomable dark pupils. For a moment, she seemed to fall passively into a bottomless abyss.
At this moment, she did not feel afraid, because the man's deep eyes were like stars. For a moment, she even saw deep affection in his eyes.
The two hearts seemed to be beating closer and closer at this moment. At this moment, the atmosphere was ambiguous and charming. Everything was...
It's all an illusion.
Just because this man still hasn't changed his straight heart.
"Do you believe that I can do fifty sit-ups while holding you like this?"
Listening to his drunken and confident words, Lin Su frowned and cursed a few words in her heart.
Straight men are straight men.
It’s worthy of him!
Lin Su was so angry that she punched him in the chest.
Fuck your sit-ups!
Lin Su struggled hard to get free, turned over, kicked off her shoes, and crawled into the bed, staying away from him, and even cursed before going to sleep.
The volume was too low and Qin Sui didn't hear clearly what was said.
He didn't understand why she suddenly got angry. He could really hold her and do fifty sit-ups.
Could it be that she thinks it’s not enough?
Qin Sui was drunk and let out a long sigh. His thoughts seemed to be frozen, causing his brain to suddenly shut down. He felt sleepy and simply turned over and fell asleep.
Before going to bed, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something important.
Forget it, I’ll think about it tomorrow.
Qin Sui will regret it tomorrow.
He also remembered the stupid thing he had done last night and felt regretful. Seeing Lin Su still sleeping, he could only swallow the explanation that was about to come out of his mouth.
When Lin Su got up, she subconsciously looked to the side, but Qin Sui was no longer there.
Rolling her eyes at the place where he had slept, Lin Su slowly got up from the bed and went to wash up.
Grandma Lin had been observing Lin Su, and when she saw that she seemed to be in a bad mood, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Did the couple have a quarrel last night?
Grandma Lin frowned, blaming herself for being too talkative and making things worse.
Lin Su didn't know what her grandmother was thinking. After washing up and eating a few steamed buns, she did nothing.
After thinking about it, she decided to take the newly designed drawings and take her three children to visit Gu Lin.
When he got there, he saw Gu Lin with a sad face and a hint of anger between his brows.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Gu Lin saw her coming and after much hesitation, he said, "This happened a long time ago, but I didn't tell you because you were sick at that time."
"It's like this. Someone else has copied the clothes and skirts you designed and sold them for more than ours, and the fabrics aren't even as good."
When this was mentioned, Gu Lin gritted her teeth in hatred.
Lin Su frowned, "Do you know who did it?"
Gu Lin shook her head, "I don't know that person."
Lin Su: "This kind of thing happens all the time. It's impossible to prevent it."
As early as when she was designing the blueprints, Lin Su knew that someone would copy her design inspiration. If it were in modern times, she could sue, but in this era of food and clothing shortages, suing was useless and too troublesome.
She also thought about designing a trademark, but ultimately gave up.
Gu Lin was still very angry. "That was your painstaking design, and they stole it without a second thought, and then sold it for more than ours. Isn't that just cheaping out?"
Lin Su patted her back gently to comfort her, "Don't be angry, with our clothes as a comparison, that kind of person's business won't be good for long."
"Besides, they can only survive by plagiarizing my ideas. Before they finish copying, I will create another one. They can't match ours in terms of novelty, and their fabrics can't compare with ours. Anyone who has bought our clothes and theirs will know which one is better just by comparing them."
Gu Lin nodded as she listened. "So, that's why you asked us to embroider the letters SL on the clothes?"
"Not exactly. If someone else has the same clothes and something goes wrong, embroidering letters inside the clothes can be a good way to prove it, in order to prevent the other party from putting the blame on us."
"Wow, you are so smart. I admire you!" Gu Lin shook her arms happily.
Lin Su smiled helplessly, "This is not clever at all, it's just a precautionary measure because I'm afraid of being cheated."
"That's smarter than me. I didn't think of that at first. I thought you asked them to embroider that thing just to create a mystery."
Lin Su shook her head and laughed.
When Qin Yao heard this, he secretly glanced at his stepmother. Her ideas were always so novel and clever.
I am better at making steamed buns and clothes than others.
While Lin Su wasn't paying attention, Qin Yao secretly nudged Qin Ni and whispered, "Be more careful."
Qin Ni: "Where are the snacks? How did you know I was hungry?"
Qin Yao: “…”
This person's mind is full of food, there's no hope for him.
Lin Su heard their conversation and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Are you not full?"
Qin Ni glanced at Qin Yao secretly.
Qin Yao was even more speechless and could only answer for her, "Not full."
Lin Su was about to take them back to eat, but Gu Lin stopped them and said, "You want some snacks? I have some here, mung bean cakes. Want some?"
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