Zhao Xiaolan had to help take care of three babies every day and also make clothes for Lu Wanqing. She originally wanted to refuse Grandma Han, but seeing that she had swallowed her pride and asked for help, she couldn't bear it and agreed.
"Madam, let me make this clear in advance. I have a lot of things to do, so it might take a little longer." She gave a heads-up beforehand.
But whenever I'm in the studio, pedaling the sewing machine at full speed, I always think about this.
That's just her personality; once she's promised someone something, she has to make sure it's done perfectly.
Since all three babies were taking a nap that day, she asked Lin Chunhua to look after the babies while she took a cloth bag and went out to the street.
Lu Wanqing's orders were for people in the port city, where it was hot, so she made summer clothes, as she didn't have any fabric for autumn clothes at home.
She could only go out and wander around the streets to find some fabric to make autumn clothes for Grandma Han's son.
Although Old Mrs. Han didn't say what her son did, judging from her elegant and luxurious appearance, one could tell that she was no ordinary person. It would be best to use the finest fabrics, otherwise it wouldn't reflect her status.
After visiting one supply and marketing cooperative after another, I finally found a high-quality woolen fabric in a shop on the inner ring road. It was of moderate thickness, slightly snowflake-like in black, and perfect for making an overcoat.
She spent nine dollars to buy four and a half feet of cloth, which she then put into a cloth bag.
As I walked out, I thought to myself, "This fabric must be really expensive."
Unexpectedly, when she went out, her cloth bag accidentally bumped into someone, and with a "rip," the bag tore, and the woolen fabric fell to the ground.
Han Dongsheng never expected that he would encounter such a thing just because he wanted to go into the store to buy a pack of cigarettes. The metal belt buckle on his waist was still tightly connected to the cloth bag!
That's really embarrassing!
He quickly reached out and took the cloth bag off his belt, then hurriedly picked up the fabric from the ground, dusted it off, and handed it to Zhao Xiaolan...
Before he could even say "sorry," he froze, a little stunned...
Searching her memory, she recalled that the last time she had her commissioned a shop, in the narrow doorway, the two of them had bumped into each other. Before he could apologize, she was pulled away by a man.
He had only caught a glimpse of her before and thought it was rare for a middle-aged woman to have such innocent, childlike eyes. Now, with only a few centimeters between them and her fair skin clearly visible, he felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
Han Dongsheng gave a wry smile, wondering if he could stop walking so carelessly in the future, lest people misunderstand him as a lecher.
"I'm sorry, I damaged your bag. I'll buy you a new one! And this piece of fabric, if necessary, you can go inside and change it," he said earnestly, coming back to his senses.
Zhao Xiaolan's gaze remained fixed on the bag and fabric, her lips pursed in silence. Only when she heard Han Dongsheng's deep, magnetic voice did she look up.
The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Although he was middle-aged, he was full of vigor and ambition. His eyes were unfathomable as he looked at her, as if he could suck her in at any moment.
And why does this feel so familiar...?
However, she didn't think much of it, quickly took the fabric, blew on it with her lips, and smiled, "Look, the dust has all been blown away, no need to change it. I sewed that bag myself, I can just sew it back on later."
"It's alright, you go ahead and do your thing!"
Zhao Xiaolan nonchalantly picked up the fabric, not intending to chat with him for long, and turned to leave.
Han Dongsheng watched her beautiful back, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face, his eyes filled with joy.
Zhao Xiaolan walked quite a distance, then secretly looked back and, not seeing Han Dongsheng, breathed a sigh of relief.
Oh dear, upon closer inspection today, she realized that the man was dashing and incredibly charming. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would fall for him.
How could she possibly do this to Liu Zhengfeng!
Thinking about all this, a blush of embarrassment rose on her face. How could she, at her age, still act like a young girl...?
Knowing that she's single, she's probably a little distracted, because what woman doesn't want to be loved?
Elaine Chao was immersed in a kind of inexplicable joy all day long, a kind of happiness that was quite different from the joy of playing with her baby.
During dinner, Lu Wanqing even joked with her, asking if Liu Zhengfeng had written again.
Liu Zhengfeng writes every few days, saying how lonely he is, and how Liu Ying spends all her time with Wang Xu, completely ignoring him, the old man.
Every day, besides going to work, he faces an empty room and is extremely bored.
Elaine Chao would occasionally write him a letter, urging him to go out more, play chess with the neighbors, or get bored.
As time went on, she even joked with him, telling him to find another companion among his acquaintances.
Anyway, she's adapting very well to life in Beijing now, and there's no way she'd abandon her children and go back to the countryside.
Time flies, and a month has passed quickly.
Lu Wanqing's clothes were also finished. Due to time constraints, only more than seventy pieces were made in total. Fortunately, she had some unsold cheongsams in her space. By combining them, she made a total of one hundred pieces, waiting for Manager Chen to come and choose.
Manager Chen drove a Jeep 212 to the entrance of the courtyard house, which immediately attracted a lot of onlookers.
"This family is really capable. They bought a courtyard house as soon as they arrived in Beijing, and now people are coming to visit in cars. They're not simple!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, this grand temple in the capital, who knows which deity it enshrines!"
These days, bicycles are the most common thing on the road, while cars are very rare, so there's never any worry about traffic jams.
Owning a car was a symbol of wealth and status; even robbers would avoid it...
Amidst envious glances, Lu Wanqing greeted Manager Chen with a smile as she entered the courtyard.
Manager Chen was delighted to see the simple and elegant courtyard. He never expected that Lu Wanqing lived so well.
Despite his self-proclaimed success in Beijing, in Hong Kong he was just a lowly errand boy, living in a far worse environment.
Of course, the food and daily necessities are better than those in the mainland, but this gap is only compared to ordinary people. Compared to high-ranking officials and nobles, it is still incomparable.
Upon seeing the courtyard house, Manager Chen no longer regarded Lu Wanqing as an ordinary student.
He was even more shocked when she pushed open the studio door, revealing two whole rows of clothes.
His family background was substantial, and he was also so talented, which really shattered his stereotype of wealthy young men in Beijing.
Isn't it said that they are ignorant and incompetent, living off their parents' achievements?
And there are also those who are diligent and talented.
With this filter in mind, Manager Chen was full of praise for the clothes made by Lu Wanqing.
He had ordered fifty items, but now he was being asked to give up another fifty. He was in a real dilemma.
In particular, when he picked up a cheongsam and saw the two characters "gentle and graceful" embroidered on it, his pupils dilated as if by an earthquake, and he said in an almost splitting voice:
"Did you make this?"
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