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Jiang Shanyun led Lu Jingzhi and Sang Yu to the second floor, where his studio was located. "These two pieces were custom-made by Madam Lu for my sister-in-law. What do you think, sister-in-law? Do you like them?"
Sang Yu gazed at the clothes draped over the mannequin. One was a delicate Qipao, and the other was a vibrant red dress. "They're beautiful," she murmured, unable to tear her eyes away.
The Qipao featured blue piping at the collar and sleeves, adorned with intricate blue and gold embroidery that resembled fine porcelain. It was particularly stunning. Sang Yu stepped closer and gently touched it, realizing it was embroidered.
"What do you think, sister-in-law? Isn't it beautiful? So exquisite! I had a renowned Xiang Xiu master embroider it," Jiang Shanyun said, pride glimmering in his eyes. "Not everyone can afford such craftsmanship."
"It's gorgeous! I love it, thank you, Brother Jiang!" Sang Yu exclaimed, truly enamored with the garment.
The red dress was much simpler, lacking any patterns except for some delicate pleats at the waist. It was understated yet elegant, but Sang Yu found herself drawn more to the Qipao. She thought that perhaps no woman could resist the allure of a Qipao, especially one as beautiful as this.
"Which one should you try on first?" Jiang Shanyun asked.
"I'll try on the Qipao first," Sang Yu decided, still favoring that piece.
"Of course." Jiang Shanyun carefully removed the Qipao from the mannequin and handed it to Sang Yu. "The fitting room is over there."
When Sang Yu stepped out of the fitting room, Lu Jingzhi, who had been chatting with Jiang Shanyun, froze in place.
The Qipao fit Sang Yu perfectly; its exquisite tailoring accentuated her graceful figure. The soft silk fabric shimmered under the lights, and the delicate frog buttons at the collar added a touch of classic elegance.
Jiang Shanyun was equally taken aback by how stunning Sang Yu looked; it exceeded his expectations.
Sang Yu glanced nervously at Lu Jingzhi. "Is it not nice?"
"Lu Er Shao is just mesmerized," Jiang Shanyun teased.
Lu Jingzhi was too captivated to respond; she looked breathtaking! He felt an overwhelming urge to keep her all to himself.
With his intense gaze fixed on her, Lu Jingzhi made Sang Yu feel exposed, as if she were standing before him without any clothes on.
Flustered, Sang Yu quickly turned to face the fitting mirror. "It's so beautiful!" That was her first thought upon seeing herself. She had worn Qipaos before, but none had compared to this one. It truly showcased all her best features—no wonder it was custom-made.
Jiang Shanyun nodded in approval as he admired Sang Yu in the Qipao. Previously, Madam Lu had only provided him with some measurements and a photo; Sang Yu hadn't been present during the fitting process. Madam Lu wanted to surprise her future daughter-in-law.
Moreover, Madam Lu had been on a tight schedule; the intricate embroidery had required countless hours of work from that artisan. When that person handed over the finished garment to him, their eyes were heavy with exhaustion—Jiang Shanyun felt a pang of guilt. However, he couldn't bear to refuse Madam Lu's generous offer; he could only compensate that artisan financially for their hard work.
The dress had just been completed yesterday morning, and he hadn't expected it to fit so perfectly—no alterations would be necessary. Feeling much lighter in spirit now, Jiang Shanyun couldn't help but smile.
Lu Jingzhi stood behind Sang Yu, resting his hands on her shoulders as he leaned slightly forward, his chin resting against her shoulder as he gazed lovingly at her reflection in the mirror.
Sang Yu blinked in surprise as she met Lu Jingzhi's eyes in the mirror; they shared a tender gaze that seemed to pause time itself—at that moment, there was only each other in their world.
Though Jiang Shanyun hesitated to interrupt their intimate moment, he cleared his throat and said, "Ahem... So, shall we try on that red dress next?"
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