Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

Qin Shu still hesitated.

Seeing this, Song Jinrong advised, "Xiao Shu, please accept Mrs. Xin's kindness. If Mrs. Xin's condition needs you in the future, just help me."

"Then...thank you Mrs. Xin."

Qin Shu naturally couldn't refuse the old lady's words to this point.

She took the wooden box, and saw Xin Sheng and An Ruoqing showing expressions of relief.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, Qin Shu slowly opened the wooden box.

When she saw that it was a beautifully embroidered purse, she was subconsciously startled.

She was surprised because the purse in front of her was somewhat similar to the one she had lost before.

An Ruoqing's gentle voice sounded: "This purse was originally prepared for my daughter. I specially made two. I thought about finding my daughter when I got back, so I gave this purse to her. It's a pity—"

Having said that, she paused for a moment, with a faint sadness unconsciously forming between her brows.

Xin Sheng was keenly aware of her emotions, and put his warm palm on her slender shoulders, stroking her comfortingly.

An Ruoqing raised her eyes and glanced at him, quickly put aside the emotions in her heart and recovered her expression.

She turned to Qin Shu and continued: "Now that I have given it to you, I will stop thinking about those unrealistic things, but I hope you don't dislike it."

"Don't dislike it, I like it very much."

Qin Shu said sincerely.

She caressed the embroidery on her purse. The stitches and threads were extremely delicate and delicate, which was not something ordinary people could embroider.

"Madam's embroidery skills are really good." Qin Shu couldn't help admiring, but he was still thinking about the purse he had lost.

With similar patterns and the same ingenious embroidery skills, it is no wonder that they are all works by Mrs. Xin.

Coincidentally, Mrs. Xin's missing daughter was also related to this purse.

Qin Shu's mind suddenly trembled.

Will it...

No, no, no, the other party is the head wife of the Xin family in Kyoto, how could it be related to my own background?

When Qin Shu thought of the vastly different identities of the two, he immediately suppressed this absurd idea.

The content of the chats of several people revolved around this purse.

Qin Shu praised An Ruoqing's embroidery skills, and An Ruoqing did not hesitate to share her embroidery skills.

Qin Shu could tell that Mrs. Xin was really keen on embroidery, but she put it on hold for many years because of her health.

"I don't know if I will have the chance to pick up embroidery needles again in my life..." An Ruoqing sighed with some regret.

Qin Shu comforted: "Don't worry, Mrs. Xin, after your condition improves and your body slowly recovers, you can continue to do what you like."

"Really? That's great!" An Ruoqing suddenly looked expectant.

However, Xin Sheng frowned, lowered his voice and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Ruoqing, embroidery is tiring and labor-intensive, so I'd better not touch it as much as possible."

An Ruoqing glanced at him sideways, and raised her chin slightly, "Brother Cheng, Qin Shu is a doctor, so it doesn't matter what you say if you can touch someone who needs to listen to the doctor."

Xin Sheng looked at her dumbly and helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

My health has really improved, and my old arrogant temper has slowly returned.

The three chatted casually, but no one noticed the pensive expression on Song Jinrong's face.

She hadn't spoken much, staring at the purse in Qin Shu's hand, as if remembering something.

After a while, she finally remembered, and asked An Ruoqing who was chatting with Qin Shu: "Ruoqing, you just said that there are two purses? Are there only two?"

An Ruoqing cherishes every piece of her embroidery very much, and has put a lot of effort into it, so she remembers it very clearly.

What's more, she placed special expectations on these two purses, so it's even more impossible to remember them wrong.

She nodded and answered Song Jinrong, "Well, I only made two of this pattern."