Chapter 35
Xu Wan turned around, her face mocking: "What, you want me to beg Young Master Wang for help? Give up. What happens to this family in the future has nothing to do with me. Although you raised me, my marriage to that scumbag from the Chen Family has brought you quite a few benefits. We're even."
After saying that, Xu Wan left the Xu Family, arm in arm with the man.
She had originally planned to marry into the Chen Family by any means necessary to secure her life, but unexpectedly, she saw Chen Yuxuan's phone. The contents were shocking. Playboy didn't even begin to describe him. His phone showed counts of hundreds of women whom he had seduced or were still flirting with, and even newly acquainted with.
Xu Wan's hands trembled as she looked at the phone. She then quickly and decisively left Chen Yuxuan, choosing this Young Master Wang instead.
This man used to be her devoted admirer and was someone she looked down upon before. But now her circumstances were different and she could only rely on him for the time being.
Xu Wan left without a backward glance, leaving behind the curses of Xu Anguo and Sun Yulan.
…
Cheng An was sitting in her dressing room and had just finished her makeup. In front of her was a vermilion wooden box, locked with a brass lock. Inside was the dress Tang Yao had given her.
“Elder Sister Cheng, are we really not going to wear the designer’s dress?” Cheng An’s assistant asked worriedly. “This event is quite important. We’re the finale.”
“No need, this is enough.”
At this moment, Huang Hui pushed open the door. Her face carried a faint smile. “Are you ready?”
“President Huang, can you persuade Elder Sister Cheng? We haven’t even seen the actual dress yet. What if there’s a problem?”
“What? Is there a problem with the dress? Why aren’t we wearing the dress designed by our own designer?” Huang Hui asked.
"President Huang, this is designed by one of our company's designers," Cheng An said with a mysterious smile. Her hand reached out to pat the box.
Huang Hui, seemingly lost in thought, smiled. "If it's her, then I'm really looking forward to it."
Ever since Tang Yao's double-sided embroidery made Huang Hui's finale dress a huge hit, Huang Hui had made Tang Yao a nominal designer for H Clothing.
She paid her a high monthly salary.
After refusing twice, Tang Yao finally let her be, as she sometimes felt the urge to design clothes herself.
Soon, it was time for the finale. Cheng An changed into her dress. Under the music and lights, she walked out from backstage.
The assistant was completely stunned, unable to recover for a long time.
Cheng An slowly walked onto the stage. Her dress was changing colors under the lights.
It was still double-sided embroidery. One side depicted a phoenix poised for flight, the other a soaring dragon. The trailing hem of her skirt formed the phoenix's tail and the dragon's tail, appearing alternately as Cheng An walked.
Cheng An held her head high, like a king on stage.
As she reached the front, the phoenix and dragon seemed to come alive in an instant, rushing towards the audience.
The audience gasped. In the blink of an eye, the spectacle vanished.
Not only the audience in the theater, but the viewers watching the live stream, all witnessed this wonder.
"Was that just my imagination?"
"I saw it too, they really flew!"
"My god, who designed this dress? It's amazing!"
"How skilled is the embroiderer? When did H Fashion have such a talented designer?"
...
Watching from the audience, Huang Hui was stunned, but quickly applauded. Her judgment was indeed correct. Tang Yao was truly a treasure.
The audience couldn't help but applaud, acknowledging the spectacular finale.
The unprecedented success of the fashion show propelled it to the top of trending searches again, reigniting interest in H clothing and causing online and offline stores across various cities to sell out.
Delighted, Huang Hui awarded Tang Yao a seven-figure bonus.
Photos of Cheng An, exuding regal arrogance, spread rapidly online.
The topic of "the king's return" was constantly brought up. Those who claimed Cheng An had lost his popularity after three years away were thoroughly refuted.
Tang Yao watched the live stream, but was still somewhat dissatisfied with the effect of the clothing display. Her former embroidery teacher had managed to make the illusion linger for a full minute.
…
However, the most important thing now was to reopen the guesthouse.
Tang Yao posted about the guesthouse reopening online and soon received numerous responses.
Netizens discovered that the rooms were sold out immediately upon reopening.
"Waited so long and they're finally open! Rushing to snatch a suite. I'm taking my parents there!"
"Waaah, I didn't get a room! I really want to go!"
"Hehe, got a family room for a week later."
"People who have to work weekends can only watch enviously. I'll definitely go during the May Day holiday!"
"What are you thinking? Won't it be even more crowded during May Day? It'll be even harder to get a room then."
"Didn't you guys consider booking the glass-enclosed restaurant now? It's a bit of a shame we can't stay at the guesthouse, but we can book to eat at the glass-enclosed restaurant!"
"Really! Boss Tang posted it on Weibo. Each person can only book once a day using their ID information."
"What's going on with this Weibo post? Are they paid trolls? They're hyping up a guesthouse like this."
"Yeah, yeah, we're all paid trolls, don't try to compete with us."
"Who's so fast?!"
Meanwhile, the first group of people who managed to snatch rooms were driving from the capital to Wanhua Town. Tang Yao sat on a recliner, basking in the sun, while Xiao Yue and the other two were busy inside and outside the guesthouse.
Xiao Yue passed by Tang Yao's building and called out from downstairs, "Yao Yao, the guests will be arriving this afternoon, you can't slack off!"
"Okay," Tang Yao replied. She was feeling lazy and reluctant to move, but the thought of being nagged by Xiao Yue made her get up anyway.
Xiao Yue's personality had become increasingly composed, displaying the demeanor of a guesthouse manager. In contrast, Xiao Ling and Xiao Li were more lively.
Sometimes, Tang Yao would genuinely forget that they were actually robots and treat them like her own sisters.
Tang Yao put on her shoes and went downstairs to help.
The rooms were already very clean, the plants had been trimmed, the fish in the pond had been fed, and all the necessary ingredients were prepared.
As soon as Tang Yao came down, Xiao Li shoved a bowl of her newly made dessert into her hands, asking Tang Yao to taste it.
So, Tang Yao went from lying down sunbathing to sitting and eating dessert.
Watching Xiao Yue trio hurrying by, Tang Yao couldn't help but sigh, "How leisurely!"
After a sumptuous lunch, the guesthouse finally welcomed its first guests after the variety show.
The sound of cars filled the air as several black sedans pulled up in front of the guesthouse. Familiar faces stepped out.
"Tang girl, we're here!"
"That old man, why is his voice so loud? Tang girl, I brought you a gift."
"Hmph, each and every one of them can’t tone it down. What to do if you scare the little girl?"
Tang Yao went out to greet them and found that the people who came were the elderly she had met at Ji Mingquan's birthday banquet.
And there was Zhou Yunliang, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. This time, he was still only accompanied by one bodyguard.
If it weren't for him last time, Ji Mingquan wouldn't have known that Tang Yao had so many famous beauties here.
Almost everyone knew each other, exchanging familiar greetings or playful banter.
"Old Zhou, what brings you here? I remember you don't like these things, right?"
"It's quite comfortable here. I stayed one night last time and my old ailment didn't flare up at all. I finally got a couple of days off, so I came," Zhou Yunliang said.
Tang Yao was surprised that they were among the first to book rooms online.
After a brief moment of surprise, she welcomed them into the guesthouse.
Upon entering, everyone's eyes lit up. Like Ji Mingquan, they all loved flowers and plants. This place was a paradise for them.
"Isn't that a Red Crown?"
"This...this is a Jade Orchid? My goodness, I thought this flower was no longer found in the country."
"Look, there's a Heavenly Qiong, it's growing so beautifully."
Before even putting down their luggage, everyone gathered around the small garden to admire it.
The once quiet guesthouse instantly became lively.
“Boss Tang, hello, I’m Wen Guhua.” A man suddenly approached Tang Yao. There was a hint of urgency on his face. Among the group of elderly people, he appeared to be the youngest, no more than thirty years old, and tall.
As soon as he got close to Tang Yao, Xiao Yue trio became wary.
However, he had no ulterior motives and simply stated his purpose.
“I saw on a variety show the other day that a guesthouse was feeding its poultry with substandard ginseng. I suspect Boss Tang might have some other ginseng, perhaps even a hundred-year-old variety?” Wen Guhua said. “My grandfather is seriously ill and urgently needs this medicine. The doctor said that if we can’t find it, he probably doesn’t have much time left, so I’ve taken the liberty of coming to inquire.”
As Wen Guhua spoke, his eyes reddened slightly.
Afraid that Tang Yao wouldn’t trust him, Wen Guhua took out his business card, which read “CEO of the Wen Group.”
Given the gravity of the situation, Tang Yao naturally wouldn’t hide anything and directly asked Wen Guhua to go with her to a less crowded area.
Xiao Yue stayed by her side, just in case the other person had any ill intentions.
Tang Yao returned to the small building, pretending to retrieve something, but actually took out an aged ginseng from her spatial storage and put it in a box.
"Does this suit?" Tang Yao asked.
Actually, she had learned to identify medicinal herbs from a renowned traditional medicine doctor in an ancient world. This ginseng was over 150 years old, even older than he had expected, but she didn't want to reveal too much.
Wen Guhua took a picture and sent it to someone else. He quickly received a reply.
After glancing at the reply, Wen Guhua became excited: "Yes, yes, that's it! The doctor said it's over 100 years old. Boss Tang, can you sell it to me?"
Afterward, he transferred money to Tang Yao in person, at a price higher than the market value.
For him, his grandfather's health was more important than anything else.
Xu Wan turned around, her face mocking: "What, you want me to beg Young Master Wang for help? Give up. What happens to this family in the future has nothing to do with me. Although you raised me, my marriage to that scumbag from the Chen Family has brought you quite a few benefits. We're even."
After saying that, Xu Wan left the Xu Family, arm in arm with the man.
She had originally planned to marry into the Chen Family by any means necessary to secure her life, but unexpectedly, she saw Chen Yuxuan's phone. The contents were shocking. Playboy didn't even begin to describe him. His phone showed counts of hundreds of women whom he had seduced or were still flirting with, and even newly acquainted with.
Xu Wan's hands trembled as she looked at the phone. She then quickly and decisively left Chen Yuxuan, choosing this Young Master Wang instead.
This man used to be her devoted admirer and was someone she looked down upon before. But now her circumstances were different and she could only rely on him for the time being.
Xu Wan left without a backward glance, leaving behind the curses of Xu Anguo and Sun Yulan.
…
Cheng An was sitting in her dressing room and had just finished her makeup. In front of her was a vermilion wooden box, locked with a brass lock. Inside was the dress Tang Yao had given her.
“Elder Sister Cheng, are we really not going to wear the designer’s dress?” Cheng An’s assistant asked worriedly. “This event is quite important. We’re the finale.”
“No need, this is enough.”
At this moment, Huang Hui pushed open the door. Her face carried a faint smile. “Are you ready?”
“President Huang, can you persuade Elder Sister Cheng? We haven’t even seen the actual dress yet. What if there’s a problem?”
“What? Is there a problem with the dress? Why aren’t we wearing the dress designed by our own designer?” Huang Hui asked.
"President Huang, this is designed by one of our company's designers," Cheng An said with a mysterious smile. Her hand reached out to pat the box.
Huang Hui, seemingly lost in thought, smiled. "If it's her, then I'm really looking forward to it."
Ever since Tang Yao's double-sided embroidery made Huang Hui's finale dress a huge hit, Huang Hui had made Tang Yao a nominal designer for H Clothing.
She paid her a high monthly salary.
After refusing twice, Tang Yao finally let her be, as she sometimes felt the urge to design clothes herself.
Soon, it was time for the finale. Cheng An changed into her dress. Under the music and lights, she walked out from backstage.
The assistant was completely stunned, unable to recover for a long time.
Cheng An slowly walked onto the stage. Her dress was changing colors under the lights.
It was still double-sided embroidery. One side depicted a phoenix poised for flight, the other a soaring dragon. The trailing hem of her skirt formed the phoenix's tail and the dragon's tail, appearing alternately as Cheng An walked.
Cheng An held her head high, like a king on stage.
As she reached the front, the phoenix and dragon seemed to come alive in an instant, rushing towards the audience.
The audience gasped. In the blink of an eye, the spectacle vanished.
Not only the audience in the theater, but the viewers watching the live stream, all witnessed this wonder.
"Was that just my imagination?"
"I saw it too, they really flew!"
"My god, who designed this dress? It's amazing!"
"How skilled is the embroiderer? When did H Fashion have such a talented designer?"
...
Watching from the audience, Huang Hui was stunned, but quickly applauded. Her judgment was indeed correct. Tang Yao was truly a treasure.
The audience couldn't help but applaud, acknowledging the spectacular finale.
The unprecedented success of the fashion show propelled it to the top of trending searches again, reigniting interest in H clothing and causing online and offline stores across various cities to sell out.
Delighted, Huang Hui awarded Tang Yao a seven-figure bonus.
Photos of Cheng An, exuding regal arrogance, spread rapidly online.
The topic of "the king's return" was constantly brought up. Those who claimed Cheng An had lost his popularity after three years away were thoroughly refuted.
Tang Yao watched the live stream, but was still somewhat dissatisfied with the effect of the clothing display. Her former embroidery teacher had managed to make the illusion linger for a full minute.
…
However, the most important thing now was to reopen the guesthouse.
Tang Yao posted about the guesthouse reopening online and soon received numerous responses.
Netizens discovered that the rooms were sold out immediately upon reopening.
"Waited so long and they're finally open! Rushing to snatch a suite. I'm taking my parents there!"
"Waaah, I didn't get a room! I really want to go!"
"Hehe, got a family room for a week later."
"People who have to work weekends can only watch enviously. I'll definitely go during the May Day holiday!"
"What are you thinking? Won't it be even more crowded during May Day? It'll be even harder to get a room then."
"Didn't you guys consider booking the glass-enclosed restaurant now? It's a bit of a shame we can't stay at the guesthouse, but we can book to eat at the glass-enclosed restaurant!"
"Really! Boss Tang posted it on Weibo. Each person can only book once a day using their ID information."
"What's going on with this Weibo post? Are they paid trolls? They're hyping up a guesthouse like this."
"Yeah, yeah, we're all paid trolls, don't try to compete with us."
"Who's so fast?!"
Meanwhile, the first group of people who managed to snatch rooms were driving from the capital to Wanhua Town. Tang Yao sat on a recliner, basking in the sun, while Xiao Yue and the other two were busy inside and outside the guesthouse.
Xiao Yue passed by Tang Yao's building and called out from downstairs, "Yao Yao, the guests will be arriving this afternoon, you can't slack off!"
"Okay," Tang Yao replied. She was feeling lazy and reluctant to move, but the thought of being nagged by Xiao Yue made her get up anyway.
Xiao Yue's personality had become increasingly composed, displaying the demeanor of a guesthouse manager. In contrast, Xiao Ling and Xiao Li were more lively.
Sometimes, Tang Yao would genuinely forget that they were actually robots and treat them like her own sisters.
Tang Yao put on her shoes and went downstairs to help.
The rooms were already very clean, the plants had been trimmed, the fish in the pond had been fed, and all the necessary ingredients were prepared.
As soon as Tang Yao came down, Xiao Li shoved a bowl of her newly made dessert into her hands, asking Tang Yao to taste it.
So, Tang Yao went from lying down sunbathing to sitting and eating dessert.
Watching Xiao Yue trio hurrying by, Tang Yao couldn't help but sigh, "How leisurely!"
After a sumptuous lunch, the guesthouse finally welcomed its first guests after the variety show.
The sound of cars filled the air as several black sedans pulled up in front of the guesthouse. Familiar faces stepped out.
"Tang girl, we're here!"
"That old man, why is his voice so loud? Tang girl, I brought you a gift."
"Hmph, each and every one of them can’t tone it down. What to do if you scare the little girl?"
Tang Yao went out to greet them and found that the people who came were the elderly she had met at Ji Mingquan's birthday banquet.
And there was Zhou Yunliang, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. This time, he was still only accompanied by one bodyguard.
If it weren't for him last time, Ji Mingquan wouldn't have known that Tang Yao had so many famous beauties here.
Almost everyone knew each other, exchanging familiar greetings or playful banter.
"Old Zhou, what brings you here? I remember you don't like these things, right?"
"It's quite comfortable here. I stayed one night last time and my old ailment didn't flare up at all. I finally got a couple of days off, so I came," Zhou Yunliang said.
Tang Yao was surprised that they were among the first to book rooms online.
After a brief moment of surprise, she welcomed them into the guesthouse.
Upon entering, everyone's eyes lit up. Like Ji Mingquan, they all loved flowers and plants. This place was a paradise for them.
"Isn't that a Red Crown?"
"This...this is a Jade Orchid? My goodness, I thought this flower was no longer found in the country."
"Look, there's a Heavenly Qiong, it's growing so beautifully."
Before even putting down their luggage, everyone gathered around the small garden to admire it.
The once quiet guesthouse instantly became lively.
“Boss Tang, hello, I’m Wen Guhua.” A man suddenly approached Tang Yao. There was a hint of urgency on his face. Among the group of elderly people, he appeared to be the youngest, no more than thirty years old, and tall.
As soon as he got close to Tang Yao, Xiao Yue trio became wary.
However, he had no ulterior motives and simply stated his purpose.
“I saw on a variety show the other day that a guesthouse was feeding its poultry with substandard ginseng. I suspect Boss Tang might have some other ginseng, perhaps even a hundred-year-old variety?” Wen Guhua said. “My grandfather is seriously ill and urgently needs this medicine. The doctor said that if we can’t find it, he probably doesn’t have much time left, so I’ve taken the liberty of coming to inquire.”
As Wen Guhua spoke, his eyes reddened slightly.
Afraid that Tang Yao wouldn’t trust him, Wen Guhua took out his business card, which read “CEO of the Wen Group.”
Given the gravity of the situation, Tang Yao naturally wouldn’t hide anything and directly asked Wen Guhua to go with her to a less crowded area.
Xiao Yue stayed by her side, just in case the other person had any ill intentions.
Tang Yao returned to the small building, pretending to retrieve something, but actually took out an aged ginseng from her spatial storage and put it in a box.
"Does this suit?" Tang Yao asked.
Actually, she had learned to identify medicinal herbs from a renowned traditional medicine doctor in an ancient world. This ginseng was over 150 years old, even older than he had expected, but she didn't want to reveal too much.
Wen Guhua took a picture and sent it to someone else. He quickly received a reply.
After glancing at the reply, Wen Guhua became excited: "Yes, yes, that's it! The doctor said it's over 100 years old. Boss Tang, can you sell it to me?"
Afterward, he transferred money to Tang Yao in person, at a price higher than the market value.
For him, his grandfather's health was more important than anything else.
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