After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

When Gan Cai'er saw the order, she was taken aback.

"Boss Zhang, why are you making men's clothing too?" Gan Cai'er asked, puzzled.

"That important person said he wanted to make matching men's and women's suits, with styles that complement each other," Mr. Zhang explained with a smile.

"So, the four outfits for a season are actually two men's shirts and two women's skirts?"

"Yes, that's it."

Gan Cai'er frowned, feeling vaguely that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She glanced at the order number 3,200 taels and decisively suppressed the slight oddity; making money was more important.

“But all our new styles are women’s blouses and skirts, we don’t have any men’s robes or shirts.” Gan Cai’er was a little worried.

"Hehe, it's not that complicated. Men's clothing rarely has any special styles. For men's clothing, just follow what Master Gao and his team usually do. Just embroider the same patterns and colors on the lapels and cuffs as the women's clothing, and that's considered a matching set."

Gan Cai'er thought about it and thought it was a good idea, so she nodded in agreement.

"Did that noble person say what colors and patterns he prefers?"

Mr. Zhang shook his head.

"The important person came in a hurry, signed the order and left. But before he left, he said that the details would be discussed in detail when the craftsman comes to measure the dimensions."

“But…” Mr. Zhang suddenly paused, and after a while, he continued, “That important person said that he wanted to meet with the designer of the pattern in person.”

The embroidery workshop usually has someone who goes to the customer's home to take measurements; this is usually the tailor. This is the first time someone has requested that the embroidery pattern maker come to their home.

“It’s true that you have to be more particular about ordering clothes at a high price, Mrs. Lan, you see…” Boss Zhang said with a big smile, looking at Gan Cai’er with great eagerness.

Gan Cai'er was neither a seamstress nor a shop assistant at Jinxiufang; strictly speaking, she was a partner in Jinxiufang. Logically, she shouldn't have been responsible for such menial tasks.

However, this order was indeed too large, and Mr. Zhang was reluctant to offend the important person, so he had no choice but to swallow his pride and beg her.

Gan Cai'er was somewhat taken aback when she heard this request. But then she thought that she would eventually have to work alone, so it would be good to take this opportunity to get to know more people.

So she smiled and agreed: "That's fine. It's clearer to communicate in person, and it will save us from having to redo things later."

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll have someone arrange it."

Mr. Zhang happily went to find someone.

Less than half an hour later, the waiter came to inform Gan Cai'er that the carriage was ready and they could set off.

The further the carriage went, the more familiar the road became.

“Miss, isn’t this the way home?” Xiao Hong said.

"So Lady Lan also lives around here?" Mr. Zhang, who was traveling with us, said with a smile.

“I either live nearby or on this street. Look, that willow tree over there, my yard is right next to it.” Xiao Hong pointed ahead.

"Oh, so your house is so close to Young Master Wu's residence."

"Could Young Master Wu be the same person who just moved in on the street a couple of days ago?"

"It seems like they just moved here."

Gan Cai'er's eyelids twitched twice, and that strange feeling in her heart resurfaced.

The largest courtyard on Cuiyun South Street is this one at the very end. The courtyard has three courtyards and more than a dozen rooms, and it is said that there are also several exquisite little gardens inside.

This was once the residence of a family that produced two Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest imperial examinations). The original owner, surnamed Zhang, moved to the capital a few years ago to take up an official post, and the courtyard was left unused.

Although it was handed over to a brokerage firm for rent, it remained unsold due to its high price. A few days ago, someone finally moved in, and the Lan family's young girls went to see what was going on, saying that a very wealthy family had moved in.

The group from Jinxiufang entered the Wu residence and were welcomed into the front hall.

As Gan Cai'er sat in the front hall, drinking tea and waiting for arrangements, her whole body suddenly stiffened, and her teacup trembled so much that she almost dropped it.

Just then, a servant entered and went straight to Master Zhang, saying, "My young master is waiting in the side hall. Please come with me."

Then he turned to Gan Cai'er and said, "Please wait a moment, madam. After my young master has taken the measurements, we will discuss the details with you."

Gan Cai'er stared intently at him.

Who else could this person be but Feng Zhao?!

It turns out that the important person who placed the order at Jinxiufang was actually Meng Yu!

The clothes he wanted to make were still unisex suits. Were those clothes prepared for Mei Wanyin?

Gan Cai'er's eyes suddenly darkened, radiating a chilling aura, as if they had been tempered with ice.

Asking her to make clothes for Mei Wanyin? Ha, that's a pipe dream! She'd be more like stabbing Mei Wanyin in the back.

Gan Cai'er clenched her fist.

"Where is your wife? I'll go measure her." Gan Cai'er asked the maid beside her.

"There is no mistress in the manor," the maid replied.

Gan Cai'er frowned and thought for a moment. Indeed, Meng Yu and Mei Wanyin were not yet married. So, who was the women's clothing he wanted made for?

Since Mei Wanyin wasn't there, Gan Cai'er didn't want to stay a moment longer. She didn't bother to think about who Meng Yu was being intimate with, and simply got up, turned, and left.

When Master Zhang returned after taking the measurements, Gan Cai'er and her servant were nowhere to be seen in the front hall.

Feng Zhao went to report to Meng Yu with a helpless expression.

"They ran away?" Meng Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao lowered his head, not daring to reply.

His young master doesn't seem to be in a good mood; it's best to keep your distance.

Meng Yu rested his chin on his hand, looking at Feng Zhao thoughtfully. Feng Zhao was so engrossed in his gaze that she broke out in a cold sweat and her legs trembled slightly.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Feng Zhao stammered.

"It seems you've ruined my plans."

"Young master, do you mean that Lady Lan has recognized me?" Feng Zhao was quick-witted and understood immediately.

"Most likely," Meng Yu said with a lazy smile.

"But she was the one who stepped on the villain's foot, and the villain is the one who suffered. Why is she running away?"

"Maybe she's afraid you'll try to extort money from her."

“Go to Jinxiufang and tell Boss Zhang that if this deal falls through, then his Jinxiufang should close down.”