Li Xiaoman turned around and took out a roll of fabric from the warehouse, holding it up to Ye Fanxing's chest.
"This is old fabric from decades ago. It would look amazing if used to make a cheongsam!"
Ye Fanxing fell in love with the fabric at first sight, and asked with some reluctance, "Is it very expensive?"
“Others are expensive, but you are not.” Li Xiaoman lowered her voice and said, “Brother Dongfang is my benefactor. Consider the fabric of this cheongsam as my engagement gift to you.”
Ye Fanxing quickly declined, saying, "No, this is too expensive."
"Brother Dongfang and Brother Beiwang have been very good to me. Such friendship cannot be measured in money. Please don't be so polite with me."
While Li Xiaoman and Ye Fanxing were selecting fabrics, Li Xiaoman recounted her past with Huo Dongfang and Zhan Beiwang.
“After my background was revealed, everyone else distanced themselves from me, but they treated me the same as before.”
"Don't laugh at me, but I was so depressed back then that I even considered suicide. It was Brother Dongfang and Brother Beiwang who found me and told me that this had nothing to do with me."
"They told me not to blame myself, to just be myself, and that if I couldn't stay in Beijing, I could move to another city."
"Brother Dongfang is a very good person. You will be very happy if you marry him."
Li Xiaoman, of course, knew why Lu Xiangrong had broken off the engagement, and she hoped more than anyone else that Huo Dongfang could be happy.
"Then I'll take your kind words."
Ye Fanxing smiled mischievously.
Li Xiaoman, with her professional eye, selected several different fabrics for Ye Fanxing.
These fabrics come in both inexpensive and expensive varieties.
Ye Fanxing and Li Xiaoman discussed the style of the clothes, and Li Xiaoman took out a soft measuring tape to measure Ye Fanxing's size.
"Come and pick up your clothes in three days."
"good."
After dinner, Zhan Beiwang, Huo Dongfang, and other comrades drank near the Shanghai University guesthouse.
Li Xiaoman returned to the shop and worked overtime to make clothes.
Ye Fanxing returned to the guesthouse after having dinner.
Huo Dongfang paid for the clothes.
Ye Fanxing recorded this expense in her diary.
After washing up in the public bathroom, she put on her nightgown and leaned against the headboard to read a book.
Under the dim light, Ye Fanxing carefully turned the pages of a book.
The sound of a ship's horn could be heard in the distance.
Huo Dongfang still hadn't returned from drinking by 8 p.m.
Ye Fanxing poured herself a glass of water and stretched.
She stood by the window and looked into the distance, only to see boats passing by on the river.
"Knock knock knock!"
There was a knock on the door.
Ye Fanxing walked to the door with a puzzled look. "Who is it?"
"Excuse me, are you Ye Fanxing?"
A woman's voice sounded from outside the door, and Ye Fanxing temporarily lowered her guard.
"What's up?"
"Hello, I'm a staff member at the guesthouse." The woman's tone was friendly and gentle. "Someone just came to say that your fiancé is drunk and they need you to pick him up?"
Ye Fanxing thought Huo Dongfang was really drunk.
She quickly replied, "Okay, I understand."
Ye Fanxing was wearing a nightgown and it was inconvenient for her to pick up Huo Dongfang.
She immediately changed into some light clothes, and as she put them on, Ye Fanxing suddenly thought of something.
wrong!
Given Huo Dongfang and Zhan Beiwang's personalities, even if they were drunk, they would never let her pick them up.
When she returned to the guesthouse, Huo Dongfang and Zhan Beiwang personally escorted her there.
Huo Dongfang repeatedly reminded them to close the door and not to wander off!
Given Huo Dongfang's cautious nature, it would be absolutely impossible for him to let her go out in the middle of the night.
But few people know that she lives here?
Could it be that human traffickers have their eyes on her?
Knowing she was alone, did they intend to lure her away?
The more Ye Fanxing thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
She got dressed, tidied herself up in front of the mirror, and then tied her long, black hair into a neat bun.
She put on her shoes, hid a fruit knife on her person, and then quietly opened the door.
The moment she opened the door, the corridor was empty.
Ye Fanxing went downstairs and, as she passed the registration desk, noticed that through the window, she saw a middle-aged woman knitting a sweater while listening to the radio.
Ye Fanxing wondered, was it her who came looking for her just now?
Could it be that someone at Shanghai University is colluding with human traffickers?
With these questions in mind, Ye Fanxing left the guesthouse.
She had only taken a few steps when she was stopped by a middle-aged woman.
"Hey girl, could you tell me how to get to Xianghe Fifth Lane?"
Although the middle-aged woman in front of him had changed her tone, Ye Fanxing could still immediately recognize that she was the one who had asked him to pick up Huo Dongfang.
Ye Fanxing remained outwardly calm, but deep inside, a storm was brewing!
wrong!
They are not ordinary human traffickers!
They can peek at the names in the register to find out who they are.
But they probably don't know about their relationship with Huo Dongfang.
Could it be that...
Is she related to Su Mingyue?
"I don't know."
Ye Fanxing took a step back.
The middle-aged woman was unaware that Ye Fanxing had become wary of her. She just said pitifully, "Girl, judging from your face, you are a good person. I haven't eaten or drunk anything all day. Can you do me a good deed? Help me!"
Ye Fanxing always understood the principle that a wise person avoids dangerous situations.
Her hand, tucked inside her bag, gripped the fruit knife tightly.
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