When Song Xiang heard about the family heirloom, he was a little more careful when opening it.
With a click, the lid opens.
The inside is wrapped in velvet. When you open the velvet, you will find a ruby brooch made into a feather shape and surrounded by a circle of diamonds.
"Yan Zhicheng's grandmother gave it to his mother, and then he gave it to me, and now it's given to you."
That's really a family heirloom.
Song Xiang was stunned, "Give it to me?"
"yes."
An Xuyue came over and whispered: "The color of this gem is like garnet. It is said that wearing it can give birth to babies."
Song Xiang said "Ah" for the rest of his life and stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.
An Xuyue stretched out her hand and rubbed her belly, "Come on."
Song Xiang laughed.
She carefully closed the lid and put the things away.
"Thank you, auntie."
An Xuyue smiled brightly, shaking her head and humming a song. She also heard that she was going to try on wedding dresses, so she clamored to go with her.
Of course Song Xiang is willing, and someone can accompany him and give him some advice.
When we arrived at Wang Zheng's studio, there was a small salute as we entered the door.
Wang Zheng welcomed them in and asked people to get samples of yarn while sighing with emotion.
"It's only been less than a year, and Young Master Yan is actually getting married. Last year at this time he was still saying that marriage was meaningless."
Song Xiang smiled, she could almost imagine Yan Han's tone at that time.
Wang Zheng took them upstairs, and the assistants brought the wedding dresses up one after another.
When Song Xiang saw those extra-large packages, he couldn't help but be surprised, "So many?"
"There aren't many left. Your guy said he wanted the best in the world. He just started talking a few days ago. I sold all my faces, so I only found these dozen or so." Wang Zheng spread his hands.
Song Xiang walked over and took a look at the tags. They were all top international brands. Being able to get so many new seasonal styles in a short period of time clearly shows Wang Zheng's status in the fashion industry.
"Do these still need to be revised?" An Xuyue interjected.
Wang Zheng nodded, "You have to work hard to catch up. Mr. Yan has already spoken, who dares to slack off?"
She is considered a stern and cold elder, and what she said was a complete joke.
Song Xiang just listened and took a casual look at it first.
Wang Zheng has always been particular about execution, so she pushed her in to try.
They are all the work of first-line designers, so naturally they are not bad. Song Xiang tried two sets in succession, and the effects were similar.
Beauty is beautiful, but it has no soul.
"It's all good, what do you think?" Wang Zheng asked
Song Xiang said with a smile: "I feel like I'm just here to try on clothes, not like trying on a wedding dress."
Wang Zheng snapped her fingers, "The sense of inheritance is missing."
"Maybe I asked for too much." Song Xiang shrugged.
Wang Zheng shook his head, "No, these are not personal customizations, they really have no soul."
She looked at Song Xiang and said, "Take it off first. There is something with a soul. I will take it up to see."
Song Xiang didn't know what she was talking about, so he took off his wedding dress first.
When she came out, Wang Zheng mysteriously pulled her inside and asked someone to talk to An Xuyue.
"I know your mother got married back then." Wang Zheng leaned over and whispered.
Song Xiang was surprised that Rong Boye and Nan Qing's marriage was low-key and there seemed to be no news.
"Your father..." Wang Zheng clicked her tongue and gave a thumbs up, "That year he suddenly found my brother and said he wanted to get married. He asked my brother to help him order a wedding dress. My brother was shocked."
She said: "He asked for too much, and my brother almost refused."
"What happened next?"
"Later?" Wang Fuxue clicked her tongue and made a gesture, "He gave too much, and my brother couldn't refuse."