"The answer was actually hidden in this car all along."
"What's the meaning?"
Lu Jinjiu habitually touched his sparkling purple earring, and was just thinking of calling Qin Beiming to ask if it was a gift from Qin Beiming, when Meihu spoke up first:
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you the name of the person who gave you the car right now. I can only tell you that she is the behind-the-scenes owner of the underground racing club."
"Could you introduce me to him? I'd like to know why he gave me the car."
"She said there was light in your eyes on the racetrack." The enchanting fox, unwilling to reveal too much about Ling Mo's personal information, quickly turned and walked away.
Lu Jinjiu was left alone, half-crouched, making faces at the rearview mirror.
I never knew having beautiful eyes could bring such benefits!
Lu Jinjiu was overjoyed, his lips almost stretching to the back of his ears. He started the car and raced wildly on the track, beginning a night of revelry.
...
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.
Ling Mo, sporting a messy, unkempt hairstyle, arrived at the Taoli Street villa area.
While revising the clothing design drawings and wiping away tears, Song Xingwan cried even harder when she saw Ling Mo arrive so quickly and look up to speak to her.
"MoMo, what should we do? The finals are coming soon, but my design is still only half-finished."
Ling Mo, who was suddenly hugged by a bear, chuckled and gently comforted him:
"Little crybaby, you have to believe in yourself, you can do it."
“I always felt that my designs were a bit too mediocre and failed to highlight the uniqueness of modern women.”
Song Xingwan pointed somewhat dejectedly to the design drawings on the table and said sullenly.
"Don't worry, things will work themselves out in the end."
Following the direction of Song Xingwan's finger, Ling Mo carefully examined the unfinished sketch on the table.
She frowned, pondered for a long time, but her mind was still a jumbled mess, completely clueless.
She spent most of the day staring blankly at the buttons on the collar of the design sketch, lost in thought for a long time.
Perhaps it was the sight of the scene that stirred up her emotions, but she once again recalled the moment not long ago when she buttoned up Qin Beiming's clothes while he was asleep in his car.
Generally speaking, men's shirts are buttoned on the right side, which is the opposite of women's shirts.
This caused her considerable trouble, as she spent most of the day trying to tie it but still couldn't manage it.
Thinking of this, a sudden inspiration struck her, and she took Song Xingwan's arm, saying slowly and deliberately:
"Let me tell you a story first; perhaps you can find some inspiration from it."
"What story is it?" Song Xingwan wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked softly.
"In the Middle Ages in Europe, noble ladies, wives, and young ladies all relied on servants to serve them in their daily lives and attire. To make it easier to button their clothes from the opposite side, tailors at the time habitually sewed the buttons on the left side of the garment. This way, the servants could easily use their nimble right hand to pinch the button and stuff it into the opening in the garment with their left hand."
At that time, men often encountered the dangers of gladiatorial combat or battles. In order to prevent their right hand, which was holding a sword, from freezing or to make it easier to take out hidden weapons concealed in their clothes, tailors sewed the buttons of men's jackets on the right side of the garment for convenience.
From that time onward, the tradition of sewing buttons on the left for women and the right for men became a custom that has continued from the Middle Ages to the present day.
"Women on the left, men on the right?"
Song Xingwan blinked in surprise, then suddenly understood. She threw herself into Ling Mo's arms, excitedly saying:
"MoMo, you're amazing! According to you, all I need to do is change the direction of the buttons on the design and sew them on the right side of the garment, and that will perfectly capture the theme, right?"
"We can take a gamble."
Ling Mo didn't understand the intricacies of clothing design.
She could only try to grasp the profound meaning of the competition's theme from the perspective of an outsider.
Knowing that his suggestion might be helpful to Song Xingwan, Ling Mo's face broke into a knowing smile.
For her, Song Xingwan was not just a sister, but even more than a sister.
I couldn't take good care of her in my past life, which left many regrets.
She will do everything in her power to take good care of her for the rest of her life.
Taking care of her doesn't mean providing her with a life free from worries about food and clothing, but rather growing and progressing together with her to become better versions of ourselves.
...
The final of the international fashion design competition will be held at 6:00 PM on the evening of the competition.
Journalists from all over the world had been waiting outside the competition area for a long time, completely blocking the passageways.
About an hour later, the spotlights on the stage in the competition area finally lit up one after another.
Upon seeing that the judges and special guests had all arrived, the host of the competition quickly composed himself and strode confidently onto the stage.
Meanwhile, the twenty finalists also drew lots to determine their order of appearance on stage, under the supervision of the judges.
Song Xingwan drew number 020, which means she will be the last contestant to appear in the competition.
Generally speaking, the last contestant to appear is a heavyweight who can command respect.
However, Song Xingwan's seniority ranked last among these twenty people.
Because of her low qualifications and low education, the other contestants did not regard her as a threat at all, but instead treated her as an object of ridicule.
"I really don't know what the organizers of the competition were thinking! They actually let a minor in."
"Could it be that she has some powerful backer?"
"In my opinion, this girl must have powerful connections."
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