After Zhao Minyao left, Lu Yaqing went to Mother Lu's room immediately and asked in a probing tone: "Mom, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"
Mother Lu was still in a trance. She was stunned for a moment when she heard this and then replied: "It's about your grandpa's 80th birthday. I forgot to tell Lu Xixin. Your aunt came over to remind me."
Sure enough!
A sinister look flashed in Lu Yaqing's eyes, and she dug her fingertips into her palms, trying to maintain her composure to prevent herself from losing her composure.
She lowered her eyes, covering her cold eyes to prevent Mother Lu from seeing anything unusual.
For so many years, she had tried hard to please Mother Lu and the Zhao family. She was always considerate and thought of them all the time. She regarded Mother Lu as her biological mother and the Zhao family as her relatives. However, in the end, she was still not as good as Lu Xixin.
Why!
Lu Yaqing was unwilling to give up, her dark eyes were full of resentment. She had done so much, caring for Lu's mother, being filial to Zhao's grandparents, calling her every week to greet her, giving gifts on every holiday, and often visiting her.
As a result, this is how they treated her! After more than ten years of getting along, it was not as good as Lu Xixin, whom she had never even met.
Lu Yaqing's heart was full of injustice. She hated the coldness of the Zhao family, and also hated the appearance of Lu Xixin.
She felt that her sincerity for so many years had been fed to the dog, and the Zhao family was just a bunch of white-eyed wolves, not worth pleasing.
It took almost all the willpower of Lu Yaqing to suppress the unwillingness in her heart.
She curved her lips, smiled, and said half coquettishly and half apologetically: "Mom, it's all my fault. I should have warned you earlier."
"Silly girl, how can I blame you? I didn't think of it." Mother Lu patted Lu Yaqing's hand and said to herself: The daughter she raised beside her is still considerate.
Lu Yaqing's eyes were filled with shadows. She thought Mother Lu would belittle Lu Xixin and not want Lu Xixin to go to the Zhao family. In the end, she just said lightly that she had forgotten.
It turned out that she really planned to take Lu Xixin there!
Sure enough, she is either her biological mother or not close to her, and she doesn't even think about her at all. Gu Xiuming will definitely be there for Grandpa Zhao's 80th birthday, and will meet Lu Xixin then, so she can't hide the fact that she framed Lu Xixin.
Thinking of this, Lu Yaqing felt a little anxious. She couldn't let Gu Xiuming know that she framed Lu Xixin.
"Mom." Lu Yaqing pointed out, "Is Sister Xixin coming here? I don't think she has any feelings for the Lu family or the Zhao family?"
Thinking of Lu Xixin's indifference, Mother Lu frowned. That girl was indeed cold and cold, with no affection at all in her heart. If the old man hadn't called, she wouldn't have even called back to the Lu family.
As for the Zhao family, she hasn't even mentioned it. It's been almost half a year, and she hasn't even seen anyone in the Zhao family.
The more I thought about it, the worse it got. Lu's mother said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone: "I don't care whether she loves her or not."
Seeing this, Lu Yaqing felt much better. She approached Mother Lu and hugged her arm: "Mom, it's her fault that Sister Xixin doesn't come, but we must be fully prepared here to avoid being picked on by outsiders."
She looked like she was thinking about Lu Xixin: "Sister Xixin probably doesn't have much money, and she doesn't know any designers, and it's my grandpa's birthday in two days. She will definitely not have time to prepare clothes. I still have some clothes here.
Why not give her a few extra dresses?"
"You are so kind." Mother Lu was so soft-hearted. The more she looked at Lu Yaqing, the more considerate she felt. She raised her hand and scratched her nose, and said in a doting tone: "Mom knows how you feel, but on your side
The dresses are all high-end by internationally renowned designers. They have not been worn yet and are all new. It would be a pity to wear them for her."
Speaking of this, Mother Lu paused for a moment, thinking of the white T-trousers on Lu Xixin, she frowned subconsciously, and disgust flashed in her eyes: "Good clothes also need good owners. When you meet someone who appreciates them, they are not buried."
Well, Lu Xixin doesn’t understand this at all. It’s a waste to wear those high-end dresses on her, so you might as well keep them for yourself.”
"But what will Sister Xixin do?" Lu Yaqing said in a worried tone, "I don't know if she has a suitable dress over there. If she doesn't have a suitable dress, she won't even be able to get through the banquet door. That would be too embarrassing.
Got it!"
As the master's granddaughter, she was kept out because she didn't have a suitable dress. Just thinking about this scene made Mother Lu feel embarrassed.
No, she couldn't let this happen.
Mother Lu said: "You should have old clothes over there, let her wear your old dress."
"Okay." Lu Yaqing nodded obediently, "After a while, I will ask the servant to pack the clothes and pack a few more pieces for her to choose carefully."
"She is so beautiful!" Mother Lu said with a smile, "Your clothes are all good clothes. She probably has never worn such expensive clothes."
After speaking, Mother Lu called Lu Xixin.
Lu Xixin had returned home by now, not to a small apartment near the school, but to the Gu family's mansion in Haicheng.
Now that she has decided to take over the Gu family, she will start to slowly take over the Gu family's industry.
The Gu family's mansion has been around for some years. No one has lived in it over the years and has only been looked after by nannies and servants. Now that it has welcomed its owner, the mansion seems to have suddenly come to life, and the servants inside are all beaming with joy.
Lu Xixin was leaning on the sofa, her eyebrows lowered and her posture lazy, as if she was enjoying a rare leisure time.
In the spacious cloakroom, Ban Xia is leading the servants to choose a dress for Lu Xixin. These clothes are all newly made by the Gu family's tailoring workshop. They are all hand-made and have both ancient and inherited skills while still being modern.
Youth fashion.
"Miss Xixin, how about this one?" Banxia picked out one, which was an improved cheongsam. It was a warm jade white color with dark patterns of the same color embroidered on it. When he looked over it inadvertently, he thought it was a solid-color cheongsam. When he got closer, he realized
Discover the seamless embroidery on it.
This cheongsam was newly made last year, and it took five top embroiderers three years to embroider it.
This kind of cheongsam can no longer be said to be clothing, but a work of art.
A few years ago, a Hong Kong auction house sold a cheongsam with a sky-high price of 2.88 million yuan. The cheongsam was embroidered by three of these five top embroiderers.
Lu Xixin leaned on the sofa. Hearing this, he slowly raised his eyelids and said with a calm expression: "It's too plain."
"Where's this one?" Banxia picked out another one.
Lu Xixin bent her long and slender legs, her face indifferent to emotion and anger: "Not good."
"Look at this one..." Ban Xia picked out more than a dozen dresses, both made with traditional craftsmanship and customized from abroad. Each of these dresses would make the ladies in Haicheng scream with surprise.
But in Lu Xixin's eyes, it was just an ordinary piece of clothing. She had seen many of these clothes since she was a child, so she had a completely normal mentality and didn't think anything of it at all.
It was at this moment that Lu Xixin received a call from Lu's mother.
Mother Lu's tone was full of condescension and condescension: "You don't have any suitable dresses over there. Yaqing has some old clothes. Come and pick them up later. Those are good clothes, don't be picky.
Eyes, just take one piece. Although Yaqing means well, you can't push yourself too far."
Good clothes?
Lu Xixin held the phone in one hand and fiddled with the jade white cheongsam with the other hand. She suddenly chuckled: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it."
After saying that, without waiting for Mother Lu's reaction, she hung up the phone.