Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Lin Tingzhen wasn't a genius; in her previous life, she practically wore out all the books on fashion design.

But it's still great to be considered a genius.

Meeting the master craftsman's astonished gaze, Lin Ting blinked, her heart bursting with joy.

However, the next second——

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you, Master? I didn't push you!"

Seeing the old master breathing heavily and falling backward, Lin Ting instinctively caught him.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Upon seeing this, several apprentices quickly put down their work and rushed forward, helping the master to rest, fetching water, and getting medicine, and settled him in an orderly manner.

Jiang Zong also dropped the cloth and ran over, shielding Lin Ting behind him.

"Take him to the hospital," Jiang Zong said, turning to look for A Jin.

Ah Jin hurriedly said, "I'll go get the car right away!"

"No need, no need..."

The old man caught his breath, waved his hand, and said, "It's nothing... I'm getting old, my blood pressure is high..."

Lin Ting couldn't help but cover her face.

Last time she tried to show off, a random middle-aged woman almost thought she was about to die.

This time, her attempt to show off almost cost her the master craftsman his life.

Does she possess some strange attribute?

After much painful reflection, Lin decided that she would try not to pretend anymore in the future.

It's really upsetting to accidentally hurt yourself or others.

The old master craftsman didn't feel upset. He raised his hand shakily and reached out in the direction where Lin Ting should be, following his memory: "Child, come closer, let me see you."

Jiang Zong, who stood in front of Lin Ting, was speechless.

Lin Ting clearly sensed that Jiang Zong's demeanor had changed, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

She peeked out and saw the old master's hands, and instantly understood.

Lin Ting quickly stepped out from behind Jiang Zong and greeted the old master: "Are you alright?"

Tears welled up in the old master's eyes as he gazed at Lin Ting, as if trying to etch her image into his heart.

“Miss Lin, you have great talent…” The old master’s voice was weak, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. “Why don’t you become my apprentice?”

Lin Ting: "...?"

Another invitation to take on apprentices?

She's quite popular lately.

However, Lin Tingzhen could not possibly agree to this.

Firstly, she already knows all the basic cutting skills, so there's absolutely no need for her to learn them all again;

Secondly, just by looking at the young apprentices here, you can tell that the old traditions are still maintained. It usually takes two or three years to learn from a master, and she doesn't have that time.

Thirdly... seeing that the old man's blood pressure seemed unstable, she was afraid that he might lose control of his mouth and send his master away.

"This one……"

Lin Ting pondered that he should give a tactful reason to avoid making his old man's blood pressure soar.

"No."

Jiang Zong suddenly spoke, and then pulled Lin Ting behind him again.

The old master's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He looked at Jiang Zong, opened his mouth for a long time, and said, "Young Master Jiang, I really want to..."

Jiang Zong: "Don't even think about it."

The master craftsman: "..."

Hearing the old man's rapid breathing, Lin tugged at Jiang Zong's sleeve and whispered, "Be polite, don't upset the old man."

Jiang Zong also felt that his words had been a bit abrupt, so he reorganized his thoughts and said, "Please don't think about it."

The master craftsman: "...?"

"Give me two more pills..."

The master craftsman shakily withdrew his hand and looked at his apprentice.

The apprentice honestly replied, "Master, I just finished eating, so I don't need it."

The old master glared at him, then turned back, rubbing his chest and giving Jiang Zong a mournful look.

Jiang Zong was unlikely to offer any explanation; A Jin had been getting beaten up quite a bit lately, and was currently at the peak of his wit.

He stepped forward and spoke on behalf of Jiang Zong: "Master Zhang, Miss Lin is Mr. Jiang's student and a university student, so it's not appropriate for her to learn tailoring from you."

The old master's lips trembled for a long time. He thought about it over and over again and had to admit that Ah Jin was right.

There was really no reason for that young girl to learn tailoring from him.

That makes sense, but he still couldn't help but look in Lin Ting's direction.

Then he saw Jiang Zong's face, which seemed to say, "Please don't think about it."

The experienced worker nearly choked on his breath and turned his head away, refusing to look any longer.

Between an apprentice and one's life, life is of course more important.

It took the old master a while to calm himself down, and he came up with hundreds of reasons to comfort himself before he could face Lin Ting with a slightly calmer expression.

“Ahem, Miss Lin,” the master tailor stood up and picked up the simple sketch again. “I will try my best to make this dress well. If you have any clothes you want made in the future, you can also draw a picture and come to me.”

Lin Ting breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he had recovered.

"Okay." She dared not pretend or say too much now, for fear that she might accidentally stir up the old master's painful feelings again.

The experienced craftsman looked her over, as if he were measuring her body again with his eyes.

Lin Ting had lost interest in choosing fabrics and casually handed him the white fabric she had just picked up: "Use this fabric to make me another formal suit, one for me. The trousers need to be extra..."

Before she could finish speaking, the master craftsman handed her another piece of paper: "Draw it out."

He gave me a look that said, "I don't understand what you're saying," but his eyes were full of expectation.

Lin Ting: "..."

Well, we're being watched now.

But the clothes were more important, so she steeled herself and drew out the style she wanted, then handed it to him: "That's it."

The old craftsman held the drawing paper, his hands trembling slightly.

He took several deep breaths, using all his strength to suppress the urge to invite her again, and said, "I'll make it for you myself, come back in a week to pick it up."

"Okay, how much?" Lin asked, taking out his wallet.

"Keep it in the books," Jiang Zong interjected, casually stuffing Lin Ting's wallet back into his bag.

He was even less in the mood to choose fabrics than Lin Ting was now, and after saying this, he took his leave: "Goodbye."

The Jiang family has had their clothes made at this tailor shop for many years, and both sides are used to settling accounts monthly.

The old master had no mood to talk about anything else. He nodded in response and looked at Lin Ting with a wistful expression.

Jiang Zong grabbed Lin Ting's wrist and practically escaped from the tailor shop.

See, the outside world is just as annoying as ever.

Jiang Zong held Lin Ting's wrist tightly, looking at her and saying, "Let's go home?"

Lin Ting thought he was tired, so she nodded: "Okay, let's go home."

They took a car back to the Jiang family home, but instead of going to the main courtyard, they went directly to the house where Lin Ting was staying.

Upon entering, Jiang Zong let out a soft sigh of relief.

He sat down on the sofa, poured two glasses of water, and then silently picked up the novel he was halfway through reading.

Lin Ting was used to him being by her side, so she took out her notebook, which was used for writing work-related matters, and sat down next to him. She wrote quickly while planning what to do next.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the sound of their breathing.

Jiang Zong's agitation subsided in the calm. He took a sip of water, then picked up a soft, juicy peach and placed it next to Lin Ting.