Shen Shixun's time on the grasslands made him not miss the ancient city at all, but thinking of Xiang Nanzhi in the ancient city, he had no choice but to return the way he came.
His mother was a little reluctant to see him leave. Gila got married, and with Rooney helping out at home, she didn't know when he would come back next.
The man returned with a black backpack, and left with the same black backpack. He took some dried meat with him at dawn and set off from the grassland.
Gila and Rooney stood a short distance away from the edge of the grassland to see him off. Chen's mother had difficulty walking, but she also rushed to see him off, tidying his clothes as she said, "Everything's fine at home, Rooney will help."
"Sehun, you can rest assured with me here."
“Jila and my mother…”
“I will take good care of everything, including the cattle and sheep at home, and I will treat Tie Ge and Lao Hei well.”
Shen Shixun squatted down, and Lao Hei looked at him and made a cooing sound, not its usual sound, but a faint whimper coming from its throat.
"In a few days, I'll look for a family with a beautiful female Tibetan Mastiff puppy, and raise it to be Old Black's wife."
"Old Black, did you hear that?"
Old Black was quite large. When it rubbed against Shen Shixun, the man could clearly feel that it was using force, as if it was trying to keep him, a heartfelt plea for him not to leave.
"Old Black, I'm leaving. I have a home in the city now."
Even if one loves life on the grasslands, one still has to fulfill one's duties as a man.
He initially only wanted to bring the child back, but he fell in love with Xiang Nanzhi and wanted to make a name for himself in that city.
He wanted to stand proudly beside that woman.
Shen Shixun turned and walked in one direction. The sun slowly rose, and Lao Hei howled behind him. After a while, he rushed over and pounced on him.
The man, pinned down by the mastiff, laughed, "Alright, I'm really leaving now, Gila, Gila!"
"Go ahead, I can't stop Lao Hei."
Despite saying that, Gila and Rooney went over. Rooney was holding the mastiff, while Gila waved to Shen Shixun, "Please thank your sister-in-law for me. The things she gave were all very nice. Don't buy anything else next time. Tell her to come back with you next time, and bring the child with her."
"good."
"Take good care of yourself while you're in the city."
"Um."
Rooney pulled Old Black along, and Old Black took a few more steps forward. Rooney patted its rump, and the mastiff whimpered twice. Shen Shixun didn't turn around and went straight in that direction.
Chen's mother couldn't stand for long, so she sat down on the grass and watched Gila and Rooney return with their dogs. She smiled slightly.
"You're back."
"Mom, you're back. My brother will come again next time. Don't be too sad."
"Where have you been all these years?"
"Mother..."
Rooney pulled Gila aside and whispered, "Your mother seems a bit off lately, a little crazy."
Jira frowned and said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense. My mother was just thinking about the past."
Everyone on the grasslands knows that Lama was the only woman to marry a Han Chinese man, and also the woman with the most tragic end. She gave birth to two children early in life, and the Han Chinese man turned around and left, his fate unknown.
She remained a widow on the grasslands for decades. When she was still relatively young, she always hoped that her man would return, until she grew old and completely gave up hope, but no one wanted the old woman anymore.
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Xiang Nanzhi has been extremely busy these past few days, but he has finally managed to get things sorted out.
When Xiang Yunduan learned that she had set up her own studio in the antique market, she found it ridiculous and complained to Song Ze in private, "She's just bored and has nothing better to do."
Song Ze felt the same way, but he also felt that his opportunity had come.
"I've seen her designs, and they're incredibly tacky. I'm a well-traveled person, and only people from the old town can really appreciate her stuff. Compared to the designs of international big brands, they're far inferior."
Xiang Yunduan now completely hates Xiang Nanzhi's family. Last time, she brought generous gifts and her whole family went to visit Xiang Zhengyi's family, intending to ask them for help.
As a result, they got so engrossed in drinking that Xiang Zhenggang got drunk and didn't have a chance to say anything.
Later, when I sobered up, I couldn't find a suitable opportunity to talk to them anymore, so I had to think of another way.
In the ancient city, you can't get things done without money, especially since Xiang Yunduan knows about the family's situation.
“Song Ze…”
"Um?"
What do you think of Nanzhi's design?
"Of course I can't compare to you."
Xiang Yunduan laughed, "I grew up abroad and have seen more than she has. I've also organized my own jewelry shows. Only people of similar means can compete with each other. She has no right to compete with me."
Song Ze didn't say anything, but Jiang Yao, who was passing by, heard it and thought to herself, "We're not abroad now, we're in an ancient city. What's with this foreign worship?"
In the late afternoon, Xiang Nanzhi sold two items on her online store, made some money, closed her computer, and treated herself to a sumptuous afternoon tea.
High in sugar and calories, she loves sweets but doesn't dare to eat too much. It's a rare treat that Shen Shixun isn't around, so she doesn't have to worry about it.
"Excuse me, who is Miss Xiang?"
"I am."
Xiang Nanzhi popped a cream puff into her mouth, and cream gushed out with each bite. She wiped her lips and saw the man outside holding a large bouquet of roses.
"Miss Xiang, please sign for this."
Before seeing anyone, I saw roses, vibrant red and glistening with dewdrops.
The ancient city does not produce roses. Even if it does, they are only a small number of roses grown in greenhouses. She knew that roses of this quality could only be imported from abroad by air.
Who sent it?
"He didn't say, he only said it was for Miss Xiang."
Xiang Nanzhi subconsciously wondered who it could be. An anonymous flower basket and imported roses—Shen Shixun was really getting the hang of things these days.
Xiang Nanzhi signed the document, accepted the roses, and placed them in the shop, making it look even more upscale.
The whole room was filled with the fragrance of roses. When Ma Xiaorong brought two designers over later to meet Xiang Nanzhi, she could smell the fragrance of roses even from the doorway.
Xiang Nanzhi, dressed in a black halter dress, stood beside the roses, with a light green jade bracelet on her wrist and a wolf tooth on a thin silver platinum chain around her neck.
A sliver of white skin was visible on her chest, and her wolf fangs hung there, barely visible. She reached up and brushed her hair aside, then heard the commotion outside.
"This is what we tell our boss."
"Hello, Mr. Xiang."
Have you done this before?
"I've done it."
Xiang Nanzhi took a sip of milk tea. "I won't ask you any professional questions. I don't care about those. I just want to see your abilities. I have some leftover scraps here. Just improvise and give me the finished product."
The two designers exchanged a glance and smiled at Nan Zhi, "What, you can only design, but not practice?"
"I know a little."
Xiang Nanzhi put down her milk tea. "If you know how, you know how. No need to be modest. Come with me."
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