After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

After Gu Fangxun and Fang Lansheng had a detailed discussion in the production room for about forty minutes, Fang Lansheng prepared to leave to avoid arousing suspicion.

"Aunt Fang, I'll leave first." Fang Lansheng stood up from the chair with a relieved smile on his face.

"Okay, be careful on the road, I'll take you out!"

Gu Fangxun was the first to open the heavy wooden door of the production room, and then the shopkeeper saw Fang Lansheng walking out with a relaxed smile.

"Madam, your craftsmanship and aesthetics are truly extraordinary. I am so satisfied with this repair plan!"

Fang Lansheng walked to the counter, his tone full of excitement.

"Boss Fang, you are so kind. As long as you are satisfied, that's good!"

Gu Fangxun said this with a smile, and then took the account book from the shopkeeper.

"The total cost of the repairs is twenty francs. Do you want to pay it all at once or pay a deposit first?"

"Pay in full at one time." Fang Lansheng took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out two ten-yuan French francs and handed them over.

"Please wait a moment. I will give you a receipt right away." Gu Fangxun took the money, turned around and asked the shopkeeper to issue a receipt for the cost of repairing the costume.

"Boss Fang, just come and pick it up in three days." Gu Fangxun handed the pink receipt to Fang Lansheng and reminded him.

"Okay, thank you, boss lady!" Fang Lansheng took the receipt and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by a delicate voice.

"Hey, isn't this Boss Fang? Nice to meet you!"

A woman in an elegant cheongsam walked over with a slender waist and a flattering smile on her face.

Fang Lansheng looked carefully and realized that this was the wife of the newly appointed Minister of Education whom he had seen in the newspaper a few days ago.

"Hello, Madam. Nice to meet you!" Fang Lansheng nodded politely, but thought to himself, why did he meet her at this time?

"Boss Fang, I'm your loyal fan. I've watched every one of your plays!"

As Mrs. Sun spoke, her eyes sparkled, and she looked just like a modern fangirl going crazy when she sees her idol.

"Haha, really? Thank you for your support!" Fang Lansheng actually has some social anxiety. He smiled awkwardly and wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"Boss Fang, are you here to order clothes from Fangxun Mei as well?"

Fang Lansheng patiently explained, "No, ma'am, I'm here to ask the boss lady to repair my costumes..."

"Ahaha, I see... Then, can you please sign an autograph for me now?"

"Sign it on my new cheongsam!" Mrs. Sun said as she was about to unbutton the stand-up collar of her cheongsam.

"This, this is absolutely not allowed..."

Fang Lansheng was immediately panicked. If he really signed it, he didn’t know what the newspapers would say about it tomorrow!

"Mrs. Sun, you see, this cheongsam was made not long ago by you. If you sign your name on it, you can't wear it anymore. That's such a pity!"

Gu Fangxun quickly stopped Mrs. Sun and said with a smile, "How about this, I have some fine stationery and Parker pens here, take a look..."

"Oh, that's perfect!" Mrs. Sun thought about it and felt that what Gu Fangxun said made sense, so she nodded happily and agreed.

Seeing this, Fang Lansheng quickly cast a grateful look towards Gu Fangxun.

He signed his name for Mrs. Sun in a flamboyant manner, and then slipped away while Mrs. Sun was admiring his calligraphy.

"Huh, I finally got away!" Fang Lansheng stood outside the door of Sui'an High-end Clothing Customization Store and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Fang Lansheng had just reported to the organization about the assassination mission the night before, finally putting his mind at ease.

But when he unexpectedly learned that Jiang Shiyuan was actually a senior KMT agent "Shennong", his originally calmed mood was disturbed again.

It was getting late, and the street lights on the clothing street had been lighting up one after another.

The International Apartment where Fang Lansheng lived was also in the French Concession, not far from the Lanhu Theatre and the Lyceum Theatre. He could have gone back to rest nearby.

At this moment, he recalled that during the performance in the afternoon, his right arm was injured because of the big movements of Yu Ji's sword dance, and it was now aching slightly.

He subconsciously touched his right arm, and the clear and bright eyes of Jiang Shiyuan appeared in his mind when he changed the bandage for him in the morning.

Fang Lansheng took out his pocket watch and saw that it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. Miss Jiang should have gotten off work by now...

Besides, she just went back to Jiang Mansion last night, so she wouldn't go back again tonight...

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind: How about... going to see her wound and talk to her at the same time?

So Fang Lansheng stopped the rickshaw and said that he wanted to go to the Garden Hotel opposite the Sacred Heart Hospital instead.

The rickshaw sped all the way and soon arrived at the entrance of the Garden Hotel.

Fang Lansheng paid the taxi fare and walked into the hotel lobby.

As usual, the hotel waiters welcomed him warmly and attentively helped him press the elevator button.

Fang Lansheng, who was absent-minded, nodded to them indifferently.

After he reached the top floor of the hotel, he somehow walked to Jiang Shiyuan's door.

The corridor was quiet, with only the exquisite European wall lamps emitting warm light.

Fang Lansheng first adjusted her hairstyle and long gown, and after hesitating for a moment, she gently pressed the doorbell.

"Ding-dong-"

The crisp doorbell sounded in the empty corridor, but no one answered.

Fang Lansheng's heart sank. Could it be that she was not in the room at this moment?

He rang the doorbell a few more times, but still no response.

Fang Lansheng couldn't help feeling a little lonely, but he also felt unwilling to give up so easily.

So he knocked on the door several times and shouted, "Miss Jiang, I'm Fang Lansheng, are you in the room?"

The waiter who was sorting the hotel supplies in the linen room was startled by Fang Lansheng's heavy knocking on the door and shouting, and hurriedly stuck his head out.

"Hey, Mr. Fang, you're back!"

Fang Lansheng smiled politely at the waiter with a slightly awkward expression, "Well, I just arrived. May I ask if Miss Jiang has been home tonight?"

The waiter waved his hand at him and said, "No, Miss Jiang just called the hotel front desk and asked us to clean her room. She said she will not be coming back tonight..."

When Fang Lansheng heard this, a hint of disappointment flashed across his ink-black eyes.

He thanked the waiter politely, then turned around, opened the door and went into his room.

The waiter went back to the linen room to continue cleaning up. While arranging the sterilized sheets, he muttered, "Tsk tsk, Miss Jiang and Mr. Fang are indeed in love, and it seems that Mr. Fang is more in love..."

"Hehe, the two of them just couldn't see each other for one night, and Mr. Fang was already scratching his head and banging on the door like crazy..."

When Fang Lansheng returned to the room, she never thought that her series of irrational actions would be seen by others as evidence of her rumored romance with Jiang Shiyuan.

He was so hungry that his stomach ached. He turned on the crystal chandelier in the room, threw his briefcase on the leather sofa, and prepared to take a rest before going to the food street across the street to buy some food.

Then he suddenly noticed the pink snack box tied with a white ribbon on the coffee table.

That was something Jiang Shiyuan gave to him specially after he changed his medicine in the morning.

"Hey, I brought some butterfly puffs from the International Hotel from home. They have a rich milky flavor and are sweet but not greasy. They can fill your stomach when you're hungry!"

"But my friend and I ate a few slices with hot milk last night. You don't mind, huh?"

Fang Lansheng recalled the scene in the morning and couldn't help but smile knowingly, and then he was amazed at Jiang Shiyuan's foresight.

He carefully opened the snack box, and found golden butterfly cakes sprinkled with white sugar icing neatly stacked inside, with a fragrant milk aroma.

Fang Lansheng picked up a piece and took a bite. The impact on his taste buds and the huge sense of satisfaction brought by the sweet food instantly swept away his fatigue and loss.

He looked out the window at the bustling night scene and couldn't help muttering to himself, "Jiang Shiyuan, what kind of woman are you?"

"Can I... trust you?"