Reborn Fairy Wife Takes Me on a Gaggle-Fire rampage

Wen Shu was captivated by the magnificent jasmine plant. She approached it, only to find herself trapped within the flowerbed. She tried to find a way out, but the surrounding jasmine walls seemed endless, and she felt a strange sense of helplessness and loneliness. Just then, she noticed a figure standing quietly opposite her in the flowerbed. The figure gradually became clearer, and it turned out to be a woman who bore a striking resemblance to her.

The woman had a gentle face, and her features bore a striking resemblance to Wen Shu's, yet her expression was unusually calm, as if she were asleep. Wen Shu was both surprised and confused. She tried calling out to the woman, hoping she would wake up and communicate with her. However, no matter how loudly she called, the woman remained unresponsive, her eyes closed.

Wen Shu began to grow anxious, worried that the woman might be in trouble or trapped in some kind of dream. She tried to reach the woman through the flowers, but the jasmine branches seemed to have a life of their own, always cleverly blocking her way. Wen Shu felt a sense of powerlessness, and began to wonder if she, too, had fallen into some kind of dream trap.

In the dream, time seemed to lose its meaning. Wen Shu tried again and again, failing each time, while the woman remained asleep. Wen Shu began to reflect, wondering what the dream meant, and what this woman so similar to herself represented. She began searching for clues in the dream, trying to unravel the mystery.

Finally, in the depths of her dream, Wen Shu seemed to hear a faint voice, a voice that was both distant and familiar, as if telling her that this woman was another self deep within her heart, a self she had never touched.

The morning sunlight streamed gently through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating Wen Shu's face. She was awakened by the crisp sound of her alarm clock. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she realized a new day had begun and she needed to get up and prepare for work. Wen Shu stretched, yawned, and turned to see that Mu Chen was no longer in bed; he was already busy in the bathroom. She quickly got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and began her preparations for the day.

After washing up, Wen Shu and Mu Chen went downstairs together for breakfast. A beautifully laid-out breakfast was already on the table, featuring fresh fruit, steaming bread, and fragrant coffee. They ate breakfast while chatting about their work plans and everyday life. After breakfast, they each drove to work. Sitting in the driver's seat, Wen Shu felt the steering wheel; she seemed to have gotten used to her current pace of life, and this feeling of home made her feel incredibly warm and content.

Today, she wore a diamond hairpin as a special touch. She opened her wardrobe, where rows of the latest fashion styles hung neatly. She chose an outfit to match the hairpin—a well-tailored suit whose color and style perfectly complemented her气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament). Wen Shu stood in front of the mirror, admiring her appearance with satisfaction; she looked both elegant and fashionable today.

Recently, Wen Shu realized she hadn't been shopping at malls to personally select clothes much. Whenever major brands released new collections, clothes that suited her would flood her home. Her wardrobe was always filled with the latest styles, and the same went for her bags, which were always in line with fashion trends. Behind all this was Mu Chen's meticulous planning. Mu Chen always accurately grasped Wen Shu's preferences, selecting the most suitable clothing and accessories for her. He was truly a very thoughtful and considerate person, always bringing her surprises and happiness.

Wen Shu sat in the restoration room, surrounded by various sophisticated restoration tools and instruments. Her gaze wandered among the equipment, but her mind was racing with a bold plan. She imagined herself having her own independent studio, a small world of her own where she could freely unleash her talent and creativity. She knew this would be a brand new beginning, a beginning full of challenges and opportunities.

The initial preparations were bound to be challenging, and she was mentally prepared. She planned to start with only one assistant, which would alleviate initial financial pressure while ensuring work quality and efficiency.

Wen Shu has already begun planning the layout and design of her studio, wanting a space that is both practical and full of artistic flair. She dreams of having her studio walls covered with artworks that she has personally restored, each piece with a story behind it, and her being the one who will ensure that these stories continue to be told.

She carefully considered her choice of location, understanding that it didn't need to be a bustling, noisy place. For her, a place where her soul could find healing depended more on fate and inner connection. She imagined a quiet corner, perhaps in a secluded alleyway deep within the city.

As Wen Shu pondered, her nimble fingers were not idle; they were meticulously repairing an ancient jade ring. She sat by a sunlit window, a soft velvet cloth spread on the table, upon which lay various small repair tools. Sunlight streamed through the window onto her workbench, adding a warm glow to the jade ring.

The ring was an antique, very old, with cracks and wear on the jade surface. Wen Shu carefully picked up a small fragment of jade with tweezers and then meticulously glued it to the crack in the ring with special adhesive. Her eyes were fixed on the tiny gap, ensuring every step was precise. She knew this ring likely carried a long history and a story, and she approached her work with utmost respect.

During the restoration process, Wen Shu frequently stopped to carefully examine every detail with a magnifying glass, ensuring that the restored ring was both beautiful and sturdy. She also paid special attention to preserving the ring's original style and characteristics, using materials and techniques similar to the original as much as possible. She knew that this was not just the restoration of a ring, but the continuation of a piece of history.

During the restoration process, Wen Shu imagined that the ring's former owner might have been a nobleman or a traveler with a legendary story. She envisioned the ring shining in their hands and the countless important occasions it had witnessed. She hoped that through her efforts, she could restore the ring's brilliance and continue its story.

The restoration work proceeded very slowly, but Wen Shu was not impatient. She knew that treating such works of art required patience and meticulousness. Sometimes she would gently blow away the jade powder scattered on the workbench, and sometimes she would lightly brush away the excess glue with a soft brush. Every movement was so focused and careful, as if she were having a silent conversation with the ring.

Finally, after several hours of meticulous restoration, Wen Shu put down her tools with satisfaction. She placed the restored ring on a specially made display stand, examining it carefully from every angle to ensure there were no flaws. In the sunlight, the jade ring regained its captivating brilliance, as if it had returned to its glorious past.