Jian Yixue smiled faintly and nodded slightly.
"Hmm, I quite like it."
The woman smiled slightly, then gracefully walked to Jian Yixue's side. "Miss has good taste. This is my masterpiece."
I named this cheongsam "Duxiu," which is inspired by the message from the winter plum blossom. The fabric is handmade silk using ancient techniques, and the embroidery of a single winter plum blossom on the chest is a royal needlework technique passed down from the ancient imperial court.
There aren't many people in the world who know this skill anymore. I was fortunate enough to learn it from an old man I met by chance.
I see this dress fits your figure perfectly. If you like it, I'll take it off and help you try it on.
Jian Yixue shook her head and said calmly, "A good friend of mine likes it, and I'm planning to buy it for her. Her figure is about the same as mine, so this is the one. Could you wrap it up for me?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately.
She didn't expect Jian Yixue to decide to buy it so readily without even trying it out.
Looking at the young Jian Yixue in front of her, the woman hesitated.
Although her shop isn't one of those well-known high-end brands, its prices aren't lower than theirs, and besides, Jian Yixue values her most satisfying works.
After thinking for a moment, the woman decided to add, "Miss, if you're planning to give this as a gift, you might consider other styles. This dress might be a bit pricey."
Upon hearing this, Jian Yixue took out a black card and handed it to the woman, "It's alright, this is fine. Just wrap it up for me."
Jian Yixue knew the woman meant well, so she didn't take it to heart.
When the woman saw the black card in Jian Yixue's hand, she was taken aback, and then her face flushed slightly.
She's been living in a well and has a limited perspective.
The woman in front of me could easily pull out a black gold card, so why would she care about a few hundred thousand? Thinking about what I had just said, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
He then took the black gold card from Jian Yixue and said respectfully, "Miss, please come in. I'll go and prepare it for you."
Jian Yixue glanced at the cheongsams in the closet. It would indeed take some time to wrap them up, so she nodded and prepared to go inside.
Just then, a voice that was familiar to Jian Yixue to the core, yet also filled with unbearable hatred, came from not far away.
"Miss Jane."
Jian Yixue's eyes grew colder and colder, but she didn't turn around.
Before long, a figure appeared before Jian Yixue.
The woman in the shop then saw a fairly good-looking man in a light gray pinstripe suit standing in front of Jian Yixue, looking at her with a smile.
In contrast, the woman's smile had turned into a cold expression, her face seemingly carrying some indescribable emotions.
The man looked at Jian Yixue, who was ignoring him, and felt a little unhappy. But thinking about what he had promised Jian Jiaojiao, he put on a polite smile.
“Miss Jane, it’s really fate that we meet again so soon after our parting at the banquet.
Jian Yixue squinted at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with displeasure. "Are we that close? If not, get out of my way."
The man's face stiffened, then he said, "We met at Old Master Huangfu's birthday banquet. I'm Zhao Heng, don't you remember me?"
"I don't remember, you can get lost now."
After Jian Yixue finished speaking, she prepared to walk into the store, not wanting to pay any attention to Zhao Heng in front of her.
Upon seeing Zhao Heng, Jian Yixue recalled the tragic death of her family of three in her previous life, along with her unborn child.
If it weren't for the fact that they were in public, she wouldn't mind taking his dog's life to pay for the three people who died unjustly in her previous life!
Zhao Heng had no idea what Jian Yixue was thinking. Upon hearing Jian Yixue's words, a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but he concealed it.
Hmph, you filthy bitch! Stop pretending to be so high and mighty!
She's already married, yet she's still pretending like this!
If it weren't for Jiaojiao, he wouldn't be putting himself through this.
Once he wins over Jian Yixue, he'll see how he makes her obedient and subservient to him!
For a moment, Zhao Heng seemed to be able to see Jian Yixue begging for mercy beneath him, and his mood seemed to improve.
Seeing Jian Yixue walk inside, Zhao Heng followed her and said with a smile, "Miss Jian, is there any dress you like? I'll pay for it."
He simply didn't believe it.
Even a seasoned lover like him couldn't handle a country bumpkin.
He saw Jian Yixue linger here for a long time when he passed by, so she must have taken a fancy to some clothes.
She probably didn't have much money, so she could only watch from the doorway. It seems that man didn't like her that much either, otherwise why wouldn't he give her money?
The more Zhao Heng thought about it, the more he felt that he might have stumbled upon the truth.
Looking at Zhao Heng, who was clinging to her like a leech, Jian Yixue felt a growing urge to erupt from the hatred she had managed to suppress, like a volcano about to burst forth.
Jian Yixue stopped in her tracks, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried her best to suppress the hatred that was spreading wildly in her heart.
When I opened my eyes again, they had returned to their previous icy coldness, devoid of any warmth.
He turned to Zhao Heng beside him and said, "Can't you understand human language? Get lost!"
Zhao Heng was startled by Jian Yixue's sudden increase in voice. Looking at the coldness in Jian Yixue's eyes, he couldn't help but shiver.
He hadn't expected Jian Yixue to possess such a terrifying aura; he had only unintentionally encountered someone with a similar aura in the business world.
Zhao Heng then realized that there were other people around him, and a moment of embarrassment flashed across his face, followed by a surge of anger.
"Don't push your luck. You should feel honored that I even think of you."
Zhao Heng said angrily.
Looking at Zhao Heng, who seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, Jian Yixue couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.
This is the person she was willing to die for in her past life—it's both laughable and foolish.
Jian Yixue stepped forward and kicked Zhao Heng a few times to vent her anger.
"If I see you again, it won't just be a few slaps; get out!"
Zhao Heng stood there stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with disbelief.
She actually dared to hit me!
No one has ever dared to lay a finger on him since he was a child, except for that night when he was inexplicably beaten.
Today, he actually watched helplessly as he was beaten up by a country bumpkin.
If he can't get revenge this time, how will Zhao Heng have any face to stand in the capital in the future?
Instantly, Zhao Heng's face contorted with rage, and he raised his hand, ready to strike.
Even the shop owner behind the two was terrified.
You know, no matter what, men are stronger than women, so this lady might be at a disadvantage.
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