Jiangcheng…
A week had passed, and Lu Muqian had been accelerating his work progress. Thanks to his efforts, the stock price was gradually recovering.
Meanwhile, An Yin wasn’t simply idling her time away either. With the finals of the fashion competition approaching, she had been preparing consistently, occasionally going out to gather inspiration.
But even the most creative minds can hit a wall. For the past few days, An Yin had been devoid of any inspiration, discarding one draft after another.
That day, Lu Muqian returned from work unusually early. Knowing how busy he was, An Yin had been careful not to add to his worries since arriving—aside from explaining the misunderstanding and trying to win him back, she hadn’t dared do anything else. She didn’t want to be a burden.
“Yinyin, why are there so many discarded drafts?”
When Lu Muqian came back, he saw An Yin sitting on the balcony swing chair, sketching, with crumpled draft papers scattered messily around her feet.
He picked up one of the paper balls, smoothed it out, and saw a half-finished fashion sketch. It was incomplete, likely abandoned after the sketcher realized the lines weren’t right and angrily scribbled over it before tossing it away.
She sighed in frustration. “Don’t look at those. They’re all failed drafts I couldn’t get right.”
“No inspiration?”
“Mm, I haven’t had any these past couple of days. I’m not satisfied with any of the designs I’ve come up with—they just don’t have the vibe the competition is looking for.”
An Yin didn’t want to dwell on it. She glanced at the time and asked, “Honey, why are you back so early today?”
“There’s a fashion show tonight hosted by an organizer who invited us. I thought you might like it, so I came back to take you along. Maybe you can find some inspiration there.”
Lu Muqian had always known how much An Yin loved design.
“Which master is hosting it? Do you think I could ask them for some design advice later?”
“Of course. You’ll find out when we get there.”
…
That evening, Lu Muqian accompanied An Yin to the fashion show in Jiangcheng. Rumor had it that the CEO of the Gongshi Group, Gong Yuchen, had specially organized it for his wife.
Only after arriving did An Yin discover it was a show featuring designs by Master Fengling—the very designer she admired most.
She had first heard of Fengling from her university professor. A globally renowned designer, Fengling was notoriously elusive, rarely seen in public. An Yin never imagined she’d have the chance to attend one of her fashion shows in this lifetime. Did that mean she might even meet the master in person?
However, since Master Fengling had signed with the company under her name, she had largely withdrawn from public view. Many companies had sought collaborations with her, only to be flatly rejected. Who would have thought that An Yin’s trip to Jiangcheng would serendipitously lead to such a golden opportunity?
In that moment, An Yin was undeniably thrilled. “Honey, why didn’t you tell me earlier this was Master Fengling’s fashion show? That’s Master Fengling! I should’ve mentally prepared myself.”
“Is she that remarkable? You seem so excited and happy.”
“Of course! She’s someone I’ve always looked up to. Even though I’ve never met her, she’s a design master I deeply respect.”
“Then, Yinyin, do you like me more, or do you like Master Fengling more?”
Lu Muqian always seemed to fixate on the wrong details, effortlessly earning his title as the King of Jealousy.
“Is that even comparable?”
“Absolutely.”
An Yin rested her chin on her hand, gazing toward the entrance as she pondered seriously. After a long moment, the girl’s eyes curved into happy crescents as she declared, “Of course I like my husband more.”
Even though he could tell she was being perfunctory, the man’s lips still curved upward at her response.
“…………”
The show began. This time, Designer Fengling had created many evening gowns but designed only one men’s suit.
The models, each with enviable figures and graceful postures, showcased the beauty of the garments to perfection.
An Yin watched from below with the most excitement. Every time a model appeared, the outfits struck her aesthetic senses with indescribable beauty. How many years would she need to practice to reach such a level?
The finale piece was the men’s suit. No one understood why Designer Fengling had created only this one piece until she took the stage.
“Hello everyone, I am fashion designer Fengling, Lu Yitang.”
Only then did they realize that Designer Fengling was Lu Yitang, the CEO of Xinghai Entertainment. The master had been right beside them all along, yet they never knew.
“Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this fashion show specially organized by my husband for me.”
“There’s also a small benefit tonight: any couples present can take home one evening gown of their choice. This is our way of expressing our best wishes for marriage.”
Lu Yitang had designed so many pieces—not because she needed them all, but because she didn’t want her creations to become commercial transactions. Her designs were pure, intended only for those destined to wear them.
“As for this unique suit, I designed it for my husband. I’m truly grateful he came into my life. There was a time I almost lost him, but he never gave up on liking me, loving me, protecting me, or cherishing me. What he gives me is always one-of-a-kind in this world, so I wanted to give him something exclusive too.”
The audience wondered how they ended up being fed unexpected “dog food” while watching a fashion show.
The love story of Gong Yuchen and Lu Yitang was well-known throughout Jiangcheng, always mentioned with praise and envy.
Hearing Lu Yitang’s words, An Yin felt unexpectedly moved. She, too, had almost lost the person who loved her most. Perhaps in another parallel universe, she no longer existed, but here, both she and Lu Muqian were well. They hadn’t divorced, she hadn’t died from illness, and none of the subsequent tragedies had occurred.
The young girl tightly clutched the man’s large hand, her grip unconsciously tightening as if afraid he would run away.
The man smiled and leaned close to her ear, his large hand stroking her slender waist. His voice deepened as he whispered, “Baby, I know you’re touched, but you don’t have to hold your husband so tightly. I won’t run away.”
Realizing her grip was too strong, An Yin loosened it slightly and pouted, “I know you won’t, and I won’t either. We should become a legendary couple in Rongcheng, just like them.”
“We will.” As long as Yinyin was willing, Lu Muqian had the capability to make it happen.
When the fashion show ended and the crowd began to disperse, Lu Muqian brought An Yin backstage. The young girl didn’t understand why, and he wouldn’t explain.
It wasn’t until An Yin met Designer Fengling up close backstage that she understood Lu Muqian’s thoughtful intention.
Since Gong Corporation of Jiangcheng and Lu Corporation of Rongcheng had business collaborations, Lu Muqian seized this opportunity to let his young wife take a photo with her idol.
As Lu Yitang and An Yin embraced, Lu Yitang whispered in her ear, “He loves you very much. Wishing you both happiness.”
“Mhm, I know!”
After that, An Yin kept her eyes curved like crescent moons, occasionally letting out soft giggles. Of course she knew now—the whole world could see it. Only she, in her past life, had been foolishly unaware.
Lu Muqian watched as the girl’s smile grew uncontrollable. He wrapped his arm around her waist, gently smoothing her wind-tousled hair while asking softly, “Are you this happy just from getting close to your idol?”
“No, there’s something even happier than that.” An Yin shook her head.
“Then what is it?”
“Do you want to hear it?”
“Can Yinyin tell me?”
“Then lower your head a bit…”
The man obediently bent slightly, his chin lightly resting on An Yin’s shoulder. Then he heard her gentle voice, breathing warm air near his ear with laughter: “Wind Chime Master told me that you love me very much.”
“Does Yinyin believe it?” The man turned to meet her gaze, his heartbeat inexplicably quickening.
She smiled radiantly, “Of course I believe it. Because I’ve always known it too.”