Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

The bedroom walls have been air-dried, and Shang Qing has begun to renovate the room layout.

Shang Qing didn't like the placement of the bed, wardrobe and desk, so she took this opportunity to rearrange them.

She was strong enough to move it by herself, but her grandmother was worried about the weight, so she called her neighbor, Brother Hao, to help her.

Brother Hao knew Shang Qing was strong, so he wasn't surprised. He was only surprised that this clean-cut girl with a beautiful smile was really the arrogant and weird-dressed Shang Qing.

His worldview, could this person really change so much in such a short period of time?

He questioned, then felt relieved.

When Shang Qing was a child, she was a well-known, sensible, pretty and delicate little girl in the neighborhood. It was only after junior high school that she started to become like that. Perhaps it was because Shang Qing felt that she was not good like that and wanted to change, so she became like her before.

Taking the ice-cold watermelon from Shang Qing, Brother Hao smiled and praised, "Qingqing, this is a good idea. The room looks different with this arrangement. It's very classy."

Grandma Kang looked at the vibrant, stylish, and warm room and nodded in admiration, "That's right. Qingqing has always had excellent taste and the best aesthetic sense."

Brother Hao also smiled and nodded. Let's not talk about Shang Qing back then, just this time, this aesthetic is truly amazing.

Shang Qing felt a little embarrassed, her fair cheeks now blushing. Her grandmother went out of her way to praise her wherever she went. Even if she was thick-skinned, she couldn't handle it.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day after the express delivery that Shang Qing's phone started ringing frantically.

Sakura is a cat: Big Bubble, are you there?

Sakura is a cat: Big Bubble, I’m here to return the picture.

Sakura is a cat: You are simply my child’s savior!

Sakura is a cat: Oh my god. I didn't expect it to be this beautiful in real life. Your photography skills really need to improve.

Sakura is a cat: I almost missed out on such a perfect outfit. Luckily I had good taste! Dare to be bold!

Sakura is a cat: Thinking of this, I want to cry. Fortunately, I was born lucky.

Sakura is a cat: Here I come, please accept my critical hit photos.

Then, dozens of beautiful photos of dolls wearing doll clothes were sent.

Shang Qing could imagine how excited and happy the other person was.

I have to say, this girl with the ID "樱花小是只喵" has some amazing photography skills! Is she a professional photographer? How can she take such high-quality photos?

Shang Qing didn't know that Zhe Ziying was at home, touching this and that, unable to let go. She wondered: Could she be a fashion designer? Perhaps she was just starting out, and that's why she ran into her? What a stroke of luck!

Shang Qing: Thank you Yingxiao for liking it, and thank you very much for taking the beautiful photos. They are so beautiful that they touch my heart.

Shang Qing replied with a smile. She was a photography novice, and her photography skills were beyond words. However, she was completely impressed by Zhe Ziying's photography skills.

Sakura is a cat: Hehe, it's mainly because your costumes are so beautiful. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to show off my Eva. Bubble, do you make other styles? If you do, I'll reserve them, I'll reserve them! Remember me, please.

Zhe Ziying felt a little embarrassed. It seemed that this was her only advantage.

Shang Qing smiled and admired the picture sent by Ying Xiaowa's mother, and saved it decisively.

Soon, the comment "Sakura is a cat" appeared in the comment section.

Wow, I've come across a treasure trove of handmade creations. The real thing is absolutely stunning! This is the most amazing clothing designer for my kids. I can honestly say, the quality, the craftsmanship, the design—he's a master who specializes in custom-made pieces! How can it be so beautiful? Of course, I have to criticize him. What the hell is wrong with your photos? This is the first time I've seen photos that aren't as beautiful as the real thing. Come on, here are the beautiful photos I took of my kids. Moms, feel free to save them. I agree.

"So cute. She's obviously a little girl." Shang Qing smiled and shook her head.

After a while, mothers came to inquire about the matter. Some of them were introduced by Zhe Ziying.

"Packaging is incredibly important for everything," Shang Qing smiled and shook her head. Looking at the remaining piece of each doll's clothing, she replied sincerely, "We need to purchase additional fabric and have it handmade, so we can't ship it right away. Could you wait?"

Anyone who asked agreed to wait and placed orders one after another.

Because so many people were inquiring, they'd already placed nineteen orders in just over two hours, with some customers requesting three sets, earning them another 2140 yuan. Fortunately, it wasn't as crazy as that "Sakura Xiao is a cat" incident. This, Shang Qing thought, was normal.

Because Shang Qing does not have that much time to sell products as a customer service representative, she wrote in more detail in the product introduction and stated that she was very busy and could not reply in time. If there was no special situation that needed to be inquired, as long as the style was listed above, you could place an order directly.

Grandma Kang was shocked by the fact that Shang Qing sold another 2140 yuan, but then she came to her senses and asked Shang Qing how she could help.

Shang Qing first went to Auntie Pang to get some cloth; she needed to hurry up. After all, six more people had just placed orders.

Looking at the gradually increasing number of orders, Shang Qing was delighted but also a little stressed. She didn't want to keep those expectant mothers waiting for too long.

Shang Qing made the pattern first, which was easy to do. Her grandmother, skilled and meticulous, cut the fabric, while she handled the sewing machine.

Looking at the increasing number of orders, Shang Qing felt a sweet burden. She didn't want customers to wait, so she needed to be busy.

Grandma's hands were quick, and she and Shang Qing worked in perfect harmony. One semi-finished product after another appeared on the table...

Seeing the number of orders still growing, and not wanting to overwhelm her grandmother with anxiety, she clearly noted on the page: "After ordering, the delivery time is 20 days. The discounted price ends on August 18th." Stay tuned for new products.

It was clearly to alleviate her guilt. But the next morning, when she saw the number of orders, her eyes widened. What had happened that night? Could anyone tell her? How come now, even the simplest style of baby clothes had already been ordered for over 50 pieces?

Shang Qing and Grandma Kang were not in a hurry. They chatted while working, or played English recordings in their ears. They found their life very enjoyable.

Grandma Li came to visit and joined this group of people who were doing their own thing but were extremely harmonious.

This was like a new world for Grandma Li. Such a small piece of clothing could actually sell for such a high price, and it sold so well. Kids these days are so rich.

She wasn't jealous, she just sighed. It was really novel.

Finally, she finished her first batch of thirty orders. Shang Qing breathed a sigh of relief. She was finally out of debt. She would be embarrassed.

Took the two grandmothers out shopping.

I bought them both girlfriends' shirts and some soft, glutinous pastries. Eating their ice cream, they were so happy they said it felt like they were back in their youth.

This is what old people should be like.

Grandma Li strongly objected to Shang Qing footing the bill, but her objections were futile against Grandma Kang and Shang Qing, so she had no choice but to accept the bill. She only thought that she would have to help the grandparents more in the future.

Shang Qing smiled gently, and there was a hint of happiness in the corners of her eyes as she watched the two grandmothers talking about their youth.