The nephew couldn't see his aunt being bullied, so he said coldly: "Aunt, I'll go with you. I want to see where the saint has the nerve to let you make clothes."
There was no change in Hua Meifu's cold face. He was extremely well-educated. He was not angry because of the saint's orders. Instead, he slowly spoke: "I have been living abroad these years and rarely go home. I feel ashamed to say that. Some of them did not make any contribution to the clan other than making donations.
This time I went to tailor clothes for the saint, which can be regarded as doing my part."
After changing her clothes and bringing a ruler, paper and pen, Hua Meifu followed Hua Dieer.
Hua Die'er hopes that the saint will anger Hua Meifu, but she does not want to fall out with Hua Meifu. After all, she will take over the family business in the future, and the closer the relationship with the more prestigious and capable elders in the family, the better.
So, she approached Hua Meifu and asked curiously: "Aunt Meifu, I heard that you were in China some time ago, designing clothes for the fiancée of the richest man Shen, Miss Lu."
Hua Meifu nodded, "Miss Lu is going to attend the banquet, so please invite me over."
Huadieer was envious: "Aunt Meifu, you are so awesome."
Hua Meifu shook his head: "It's nothing. I'm just a supporting role. The main designer is my teacher. I'm just an assistant, responsible for the skirt part."
Hearing this, Hua Die'er was shocked and couldn't believe it: "You are so powerful, but you are actually an assistant! And you only design clothes, why are you divided into several parts?"
Hua Meifu explained with a smile: "You don't know something. Miss Lu's clothes are all made by Bosman's top designers, and they are tailor-made for her by the international master Abel. Miss Lu rarely wears other designs." Teacher's clothes, my teacher got the opportunity this time because of an accident."
"What coincidence?" Hua Die'er was so curious that Hua Meifu's words seemed to open the door to another world for her.
It turns out that there are still noble people like Miss Lu in this world.
Even people like Aunt Meifu are only allowed to design skirts for her.
"It's because of laburnum." Hua Meifu recalled, "Almost all the works I designed were decorated with laburnum, the sacred flower of the clan. By chance, Miss Lu accidentally saw the clothes I designed and asked her to wear them. Clothes designed by me.”
Speaking of this, Hua Meifu was a little surprised: "Unfortunately, I am not qualified yet, so the teacher took me there. The teacher was responsible for the overall design, and I was only responsible for the laburnum part of the skirt."
"Miss Lu also likes laburnum." Hua Die'er's eyes flashed with longing, "It would be great if one day I could also see Miss Lu."
"Soon." Hua Meifu comforted her, "When your business methods become more sophisticated and the clan sends you to China, then you might have a chance to meet Miss Lu."
"I hope one day." Hua Die'er's eyes were filled with anticipation.
Lu Xixin was reading medical books in the room. Her memory seemed to be sealed. Many things could not be discovered without touching them. Only seeing relevant things could trigger them.
In recent days, she likes to read medical books, and every time she reads something, the corresponding memory appears in her mind.
When Hua Meifu and others came over, Lu Xixin just raised her eyes and then lowered her head to continue reading the medical book without paying much attention.
Seeing her cold expression, the nephew suddenly became angry: "Could it be that the Saint has gone too far, just asking Aunt Meifu to make clothes for you? Doesn't she even have the most basic respect? Even Lu of China. Miss Xixinlu, when she sees Aunt Meifu, she will politely call her Aunt Meifu.
You didn’t even say anything, isn’t that outrageous!”
Lu Xixin?!
Lu Xixin closed the book suddenly and covered her head - her head hurt so much!
Who is Lu Xixin, and why is this name so familiar?
Large chunks of memories suddenly flooded into his mind. The memories were too many and too confusing, giving Lu Xixin a splitting headache.
Qing'er was frightened and rushed over: "Saint girl, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Xixin stretched out her hand to stop Qing'er from coming over. She shook her head and said, "It's okay, I just have a headache. Go and get me a bowl of tea."
After speaking, he turned to Hua Meifu and others and whispered: "You guys also sit down."
"Pretending! My nephew sneered coldly.
"Don't talk nonsense." Hua Meifu reprimanded, then turned to Lu Xixin and explained in a low voice: "Holy girl, my nephew has a short temper. Don't be as knowledgeable as him."
Lu Xixin waved her hand. She had a severe headache now, and the memory in her mind seemed to have exploded. She couldn't care about anything else.
As if he could tell that the saint was feeling unwell, Hua Meifu moved quickly. He first measured Lu Xixin's measurements and then asked her what style she liked.
Lu Xixin supported her arm with her left hand and rubbed her temples with her right hand. She was not energetic and said casually: "Simple and comfortable, um, just like the Bosman family's style."
As soon as the words fell, Huadie'er couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
It's really ridiculous that Saint, a village cannon who has never even been out of the Witch Kingdom, actually knows about Boseman.
What a loud tone!
Hua Meifu also twitched her lips, with a mocking look on her face: "Holy girl, it's hard to imitate the Bosman family's style, otherwise you can change it."
Lu Xixin pressed her temples and said, "Then it should be similar to Abel."
Hearing this, Hua Dieer laughed even louder. The saint was really exaggerating as she spoke. Abel was a top design master in the world.
Hua Meifu frowned: "Holy Girl, if you don't like my design, you can just tell me, I am also——
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Xixin: "You can do whatever you want."
Her head hurt so much that Lu Xixin was not in the mood to think about other things. What she said before was just casual, as if she had done it countless times in her memory and had become a habit.
Hua Meifu didn't look good when she was suddenly interrupted by Lu Xixin, but she didn't say anything. She just pursed her lips, glanced at Lu Xixin and left.
When Hua Die'er saw Hua Meifu's angry look, she couldn't help but curled her lips and followed behind her.
When Qing'er came back with hot tea, there was no one in the room except Lu Xixin.
"Holy girl, drink tea." Qing'er poured a cup of tea over.
Lu Xixin held the tea cup and felt the warmth in her palms, and the pain eased a little.
She asked Qing'er: "Do you know who Lu Xixin is?"
Hearing this name, Qing'er frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know."
"Do you want to check?" Qing'er pushed the computer over and guessed: "From what they said, Lu Xixin seems to be a very famous person in China."
The computer was turned on, Lu Xixin pressed the keyboard and entered the three words Lu Xixin.
A long introduction soon popped up.
Who extracted Fenqin? The youngest winner of the Lasker Award, the heir of a family with ancient Chinese medical skills, and the fiancée of the richest man in China.
Because the identity of Lu Xixin, the director of the Kyoto Research Institute, has not been announced to the public, only insiders know it, so this is not mentioned in the introduction.