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. She was extremely well-educated. She was not angry because of the saint's orders. Instead, she 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 over to tailor clothes for the Saint, which was considered 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 Miss Lu, the fiancée of the richest man Shen."
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 the Lu of China has gone too far. 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?"