With global currency devaluation, I'll wear these back and take my whole family flying!

“How could I dislike it? It’s beautiful. I think it’s prettier than my previous one. I really like it.” Shen Jingjing admired the details with great delight. As a professional designer, Ni Man had put a lot of thought into this cheongsam.

"Thank you," Shen Jingjing said sincerely.

Ni Man sensed that Shen Jingjing wasn't just being polite but genuinely liked her, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"Is Mr. Jiang busy lately?" Shen Jingjing asked casually.

Ni Man nodded: "He's quite busy. I haven't seen him for almost a week."

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly to hide the loneliness in her eyes. Although she had been mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but feel sad when she really experienced the feeling of not seeing someone or receiving messages from them for a long time.

As a woman herself, Shen Jingjing is very sensitive and can sense the other person's feelings.

"Find something to do so you won't overthink things."

Ni Man looked up and smiled sheepishly: "It's not like I haven't done it before. I started my own brand, but it eventually went bankrupt. That was a big blow to me."

"I'm not good at anything else either. If only I had your abilities, Ms. Shen, I could start a company or something."

"I don't have any special abilities; I'm just lucky and always have the help of benefactors," Shen Jingjing said with a smile.

But this is her true feeling. It is thanks to the trust that she has received from former employees such as Manager Tao and Sister Min, as well as friends in the social circle such as Sister Mo Ru and Xi Wen, and Mr. Jiang's strong support in promoting her.

She has always been very grateful for this.

"Don't underestimate yourself. People are willing to help you because of your own charm. Otherwise, why wouldn't you help others? You have to be strong yourself to succeed."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingjing smiled, and her mood, which had just been ruined by Fei Cheng, instantly cleared up and she felt much better.

Just then, the phone suddenly received a message.

She picked it up casually and glanced at it, her expression changing slightly.

It was sent by Mr. Jiang.

"Ms. Shen, do you have time tonight? I'd like to invite you to dinner."

Sitting opposite Ni Man, Shen Jingjing felt a sudden sense of unease, especially since Ni Man had just mentioned that she hadn't seen Mr. Jiang for almost a week.

"Are you alright?" Ni Man noticed the slight change in her expression and instinctively asked with concern.

Shen Jingjing turned off the screen, shook her head as usual, and said, "It's nothing, thank you for the cheongsam. I will definitely wear it next time there is an important occasion."

Ni Man smiled and said, "Try it when you get back. If there's anything that doesn't fit the size, remember to tell me and I'll adjust it for you."

As she spoke, she got up to say goodbye. Shen Jingjing didn't linger and personally escorted her to the company entrance.

After watching Ni Man get into the car and leave, Shen Jingjing slowly took out her phone, stared at the screen for a long time, and replied: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I've been quite busy lately. Let's make an appointment again next time."

Fei family villa.

In the evening, because Shen Jingjing suddenly canceled their date, Fei Yunzong went home early after finishing his work for the day.

Pushing open the villa's door, the interior was surprisingly dark, a stark contrast to the bright sunshine outside.

Fei Yunzong was slightly startled, his brows furrowing as he casually called out, "Sister Chen?"

Aunt Chen is the family's housekeeper. Whenever he comes home, Aunt Chen is always the first to come out to greet him, help him hang up his clothes, and put his shoes back in their place.

But today it was quiet, without a sound.

He changed his shoes and went into the living room, only to find that the curtains were drawn, and the outside light only faintly seeped in, barely illuminating the furnishings in the room.

On the sofa, there was someone sitting in the shadows. Fei Yunzong recognized him immediately upon closer inspection.

"son?"

He tried calling out, then casually pressed the automatic curtain switch on the wall. A buzzing sound filled the room, and the curtains in front of the French windows slowly opened to both sides.

As the living room gradually brightened, Fei Yunzong approached and discovered that Fei Cheng was sitting on the sofa with his head down, holding a framed photo in his hands, containing a black and white portrait of his mother.

Fei Yunzong was greatly alarmed!

"Why did you take that down?" Fei Yunzong snatched the photo frame away, a hint of anger flashing across his face. He looked at his son and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Fei Cheng slowly raised his head to look at his father, his eyes filled with gloom: "Dad, do you still care about Mom?"

"What kind of question is that?" Fei Yunzong frowned unhappily, raising his hand to gently wipe away non-existent dust from the photo frame.

He would personally wipe this portrait every day because of it.

It had a private room at home where Fei Yunzong would drink a glass of wine by himself every night and talk to his portrait.

He recently mentioned that he might be taking a new step in his life, and he hopes that his wife in heaven can know this, and he believes that she will understand.

"Then why are you still with other women?" Fei Cheng asked with a sorrowful expression, a completely different person when facing his father compared to when facing Shen Jingjing today.

Fei Yunzong said, "Son, your mother has been gone for more than ten years, and you have already grown up and graduated. Does your father not even have the right to choose a partner again?"

He slowly sat down next to his son and said cautiously, "Dad thought you would support me."

"Support?" Fei Cheng gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Why should I support you being with someone I'm a complete stranger? Dad, everyone says you're affectionate and devoted, so what does that mean now? Have you been acting all these years?"

"you……"

Fei Yunzong was speechless, feeling no anger, only disappointment.

He hasn't remarried all these years for his son's sake, and this is the question he gets in return?

"In short, I disagree. I have already expressed my opinion to Aunt Shen."

"What do you mean by that?" Fei Yunzong's gaze sharpened. "You went to see her?"

No wonder Jingjing suddenly said she had business to attend to that evening and canceled her date with him!

"How could you do this!" Fei Yunzong's voice suddenly rose as he stood up angrily, looking at his son and scolding him, "You can tell me whatever you're thinking, but you shouldn't have bothered others so rashly!"

Fei Cheng glared back without fear: "So you're protecting her now? Dad, what does she have that's better than Mom? You haven't had any feelings for anyone else all these years, why her? Why!"

"Because your mother is dead!" Fei Yunzong roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his face flushed red with anger. "Your mother has been dead for over ten years! But your father is still alive!"

Upon hearing this, Fei Cheng's eyes welled up with tears. He shook his head, desperately trying to hold back his tears, and said, "I don't agree, I will never agree. If you insist on being with her, then don't acknowledge me as your son!"