Chapter 43

After signing the contract with producers He Qianci and Wang Ru, Song Shu has been looking for inspiration in designing costumes from He Qianci's songs these past two days. If she doesn't have any inspiration, she will switch to designing ancient costumes for producer Wang Ru's TV series. She alternates between the two jobs.

I quickly looked up and realized that Chen Zonghao's birthday was in two days, but this person had disappeared for five days and there was no news at all.

On the one hand, Song Shu felt that nothing would happen to this man as described in the novel, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but worry about him, because now he had become very different from what was in the novel because of her appearance.

That day, when Song Shu was absent-mindedly thinking about Chen Zonghao in the store, Ah Hao, who hadn't seen her for a long time, pushed the door open and greeted her, "Second sister-in-law."

Song Shu was a little surprised to see him, "Ah Hao, why are you here?"

Ah Hao lowered his head and said, "I'm on duty today so I came to take a look."

Song Shu nodded and said, "Thank you for your help." Thinking of Chen Zonghao, she couldn't help but ask, "Ah Hao, has Chen Zonghao sent you any message recently?"

After hearing what his second sister-in-law said, Ah Hao's eyes suddenly became a little absent-minded, and he tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face, "Don't worry, second sister-in-law, Brother Hao asked me to tell you not to worry, he will be back soon."

Song Shu didn't say anything after hearing this. She stared at him for a few seconds. When Ah Hao was at a loss and thought he was seen through, Song Shu retracted her gaze, nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you for your help."

"No trouble." Ah Hao said goodbye after delivering the message. On the way out of the clothing store, Ah Hao thought that he would never deliver messages here again and would let Shitou and Ah Wen come to deliver the messages.

After Ah Hao left, Song Shu thought about his expression and always felt that he was hiding something from her. She sighed and decided to give up and not think about it anymore.

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In the afternoon, Song Shu took some designed drawings to find Azhibo. Azhibo was the tailor that Liang Sao had helped find before. His craftsmanship was the best. Song Shu planned to give him the production of He Qianci's stage costumes and the ancient costumes for the TV series.

The clothes required for these two jobs are not mass-produced and require high craftsmanship, so Song Shu planned to make them by hand.

After she designed the drawings, she asked A Zhibo to make them by hand.

When Song Shu arrived at his house and knocked on the door, it was his daughter Lingling who opened the door.

Before Lingling opened the door, she wondered who it was. After all, her father didn't communicate much with the neighbors, and she had to go to school so she didn't communicate much with the neighbors, so usually not many people came to her house.

When she opened the door and saw the person standing behind it, Lingling said in surprise, "Sister Shu, it's you. Come in quickly."

When Lingling saw that it was Song Shu, she was very enthusiastic. Since her father took over Sister Shu's job during this period, not only did the family's income increase, but her father also became much happier. After all, he could do what he liked and earn money for his daughter to go to college.

Song Shu looked at Lingling. The girl seemed to have grown a little taller than before. She smiled at her and said, "Lingling, long time no see."

He followed her into the house and handed the fruit in his hand to her, "Some fruit I bought on the road."

Seeing that Sister Shu was carrying some fruit, Lingling couldn't help but say, "Sister Shu, you came so soon, why did you buy some fruit? You're so polite."

Song Shu let her take the fruit and said, "I bought it on the way. Where's Uncle Zhi?"

Lingling also knew that Sister Shu was looking for Dad for work, so she said, "Dad should be in his room making clothes. I'll go and ask him to come out."

But before Lingling went into the room to call him, Azhibo, who was working in the room, heard the voice and came out. Seeing Song Shu, he nodded and said, "Boss."

Azhibo did not call Song Shu by her name like others did. Even though Song Shu told him that he did not need to be so polite and could just call her by her name, Azhibo still did not change his words and said that it was better to distinguish between different roles at work. So Song Shu did not force him to follow his lead.

Seeing Azhibo coming out, Song Shu explained her purpose, "There are two jobs here recently that require handmade work. You don't need to do the previous work first. Just focus on these two jobs. One is for stage performance costumes, and the other is for ancient costumes for TV dramas. I will provide the design drawings, and Azhibo, you just need to make the finished products according to the design drawings..."

Lingling stood aside and listened to their conversation. When she heard what Sister Song Shu said, she couldn't help but widen her eyes. She felt in her heart that Sister Shu was really amazing. Many celebrities asked her to design for them. Lingling admired her very much for a moment.

Azhibo nodded and said, "Okay."

Song Shu saw him nod and continued, "I will pay you 5,000 Hong Kong dollars for each handmade garment here, and there will be a bonus of 10% of the total salary if you complete all of them."

For a moment, Lingling was shocked by the price and her eyes widened. Azhibo's usually calm expression also showed some disbelief. He looked at Song Shu and said, "Boss, is this price too high?"

He had never received such a high price for a piece of clothing in his life.

"No, Uncle Zhi, you have to believe in your craftsmanship. Besides, these clothes are all custom-made, so the price is naturally higher." Song Shu said to reassure him, and then she thought of something and continued, "Uncle Zhi, do you know other tailors with the same craftsmanship as you? Being older is not a problem. I will need a lot of tailors like you in the future."

According to Song Shu's brand planning, handmade products are absolutely indispensable for high-end brand clothing, so she wants to set up a tailoring team specializing in making handmade clothes.

After listening to this, Azhibo thought for a while and nodded, "I know a group of these old guys, and I think they are willing to work for the boss."

After all, they were all getting old and couldn't find any good jobs, and Song Shu paid them quite high, so they had no complaints.

Song Shu smiled when she heard this. It would be better if there were more craftsmen. "Then I'll trouble Uncle Zhi."

"No trouble." Azhibo shook his head. He also wanted to thank the boss for giving the old man a job.

Song Shu and A Zhibo talked about something and then left.

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Time flies when you are busy, and another two days have passed.

Tonight, Song Shu finished designing the drawings while sitting in a chair. When she put down her pen, she realized that it was almost twelve o'clock. She looked at the calendar next to her and saw that the date she marked was Chen Zonghao's birthday tomorrow.

And that person hasn't come back until today, and there's no news. Song Shu was a little angry and worried. She knew rationally that Chen Zonghao did this because he didn't want her to get involved in unnecessary trouble, but emotionally she felt unhappy that something was hidden from her.

Watching the second hand turning around, Song Shu looked up and saw the men's suit hanging aside. She had made this suit a few days ago, thinking of giving it to Chen Zonghao on his birthday. But now it was only a few minutes until twelve o'clock in the evening. After twelve o'clock, it would be a new day, his birthday, but there was no sign of that man yet.

Song Shu let out a breath, stood up, took the suit off, folded it, put it in a bag, put the bag aside and prepared to go to bed.

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At this moment, there was a sudden noise coming from the living room, a familiar sound like the previous night. Song Shu's heart was pounding. She opened the door and walked out without thinking. Sure enough, there was a familiar figure standing in the living room with his back to her.

Song Shu called out to the figure, "Chen Zonghao." Her voice was filled with joy.

The man probably didn't expect that she was still awake at this time, and his hands became a little flustered and he quickly put down his rolled-up sleeves.

But no matter how fast he moved, Song Shu still saw his arm wrapped in white cloth and soaked with blood. Suddenly, Song Shu's heart trembled, and she walked towards him quickly, grabbing his right hand that he wanted to hide, "Are you injured?"

Chen Zonghao quickly covered up the wound when he heard her open the door, but she still saw it. He looked down at her anxious face, with tears in her eyes. His heart ached for a moment, and it hurt more than his injured hand. He whispered to comfort her, "It's okay, it's just a small wound..."

But before he could finish his words, Song Shu interrupted him angrily, "Shut up."

Song Shu glared at him. She could see with her own eyes that the white cloth used to bandage the wound was still soaked with blood. How could it be a minor wound?

Chen Zonghao felt aggrieved after being yelled at by her, but seeing her undisguised worry, he could only let her check the wound.

Song Shu stared at his wound and saw the clean gauze and some medicine on the table. It was obvious that he was just planning to change the bandage on himself.

Song Shu looked up at him, her tone was rarely firm, "Do you want to change the medicine? I'll change it for you."

Chen Zonghao coughed and whispered back, "No need, I can do it myself. The wound won't look good."

He didn't want her to see the ugly wound and make her disgusted and afraid.

He had not originally planned to come back tonight. He was afraid to let her see his wound and scare her. He had originally planned to wait until the wound healed before coming back. But no matter how much he had planned, it was not as good as the way she happily said she wanted to celebrate his birthday that day. He shamelessly fantasized and shamelessly wanted her care. That desire prompted him to come back. He did not want to lose this happiness.

Now seeing that she cared about his wounds and her face showed anxiety for him, although he felt guilty, he also felt a sense of satisfaction and happiness in his heart. He wanted to see that she cared about him without any concealment.

After hearing what he said, Song Shu glared at him unhappily, "Didn't you just say it was just a minor wound? If it's just a minor wound, I'm not afraid to look at it."

Chen Zonghao was left speechless by her words and did not dare to refute for a moment.

Song Shu didn't bother wasting time with him. She pulled him to sit on the sofa, and she sat down as well, next to his injured hand.

Chen Zonghao wanted to struggle a bit more, but he couldn't help but move back a bit, "I can do it myself."

Song Shu didn't waste time talking to him. She just looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "Give me your hand."

Finally, Chen Zonghao couldn't stand her gaze anymore, so he moved back and handed her his hand, "The wound doesn't look good."

"Yes." Song Shu lowered her head and carefully untied his bandage, untying the blood-stained bandage one circle at a time. The injured wound was completely exposed as the bandage was untied.

It was clearly a knife wound, a cut on the arm, the flesh turned inside out, the bone visible, the wound had obviously been treated carelessly, and there was still blood.

Song Shu bit her lower lip with her teeth, feeling a dull pain in her heart. She didn't know how this man could endure it. He had such a deep wound but still acted as if nothing happened in front of her. This made her anxious and angry for a moment.

Chen Zonghao saw that she was looking down and not saying anything, and he couldn't see her expression clearly. He was worried that she was frightened by his wounds, and he couldn't help but want to move his hand away.

But the arm was held tightly by the woman, "Don't move, can't you feel the pain?"

Chen Zonghao saw the woman looking up at him with red eyes. For a moment, Chen Zonghao was speechless.