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Tailor Master felt a deep regret for Ye Xiaohan, who possessed great talent but stubbornly refused to learn. He often brought up the past, hoping to change her mind.
Faced with this unyielding expectation, Ye Xiaohan felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles and quickly declined, "No, no, I really can't learn this. Every time I pick up a needle and thread, I just end up pricking myself."
This was not a lie; it was the truth.
When she used silver needles for acupuncture, her hands moved like lightning, accurately hitting every acupoint. Yet when it came to using a similar embroidery needle, she forgot even how to hold it properly, feeling utterly clumsy.
Back at home, whenever someone’s clothes tore, they would hand them over to Gu Bei for mending. Despite his tall and sturdy build, Gu Bei had nimble fingers and sewing skills that surpassed those of an average housewife.
Not only could Gu Bei sew clothes, but he could also cook and clean, showcasing an astonishing level of household skills.
Unbeknownst to her, Ye Xiaohan's thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Hearing her refusal once more, Tailor Master walked away in disappointment.
Sighing, he thought about the stubbornness of the young people these days! After years of navigating the Tailor industry, could he really be mistaken about her? If only he could train her, she would undoubtedly become a renowned master in the future! Hmph!
Unwilling to give up, Tailor Master secretly resolved to find every opportunity to persuade Ye Xiaohan.
Soon enough, the Dye House at the foot of the mountain was completed and officially began production. Ye Xiaohan visited twice and found that the silk produced still maintained its usual high quality.
Using this batch of silk, she crafted new garments and displayed them prominently as both products and showcases.
With the ready-made clothing and silk nearly prepared, Ye Xiaohan discussed with Dye House Owner and chose an auspicious day to open their new shop.
The old location of the new shop had already drawn attention. When people learned that such a large Dye House, which had finally been restored, was closing down, they were surprised and became even more curious about what was happening there.
Even while renovations were still underway at the new shop, many inquiries poured in upon hearing that a silk store selling ready-made clothing would be opening. Everyone's interest was piqued.
The quality of Dye House is evident; otherwise, it wouldn't have thrived for so long in such a competitive city like the capital. Now that Dye House is making its own garments, one wonders if there will be any surprises.
This anticipation was remarkably fulfilled when the new shop opened.
"Oh my, this Pomegranate Skirt is beautiful! It's smooth and lightweight, and the color is exactly what I wanted. Shopkeeper, I want to buy this!"
As soon as a young lady entered, she immediately spotted a skirt she liked, clutching it tightly in her hands. She paid without hesitation and examined the Pomegranate Skirt from every angle, growing more satisfied with each glance.
On the other hand, some customers faced a dilemma, unsure of which piece to choose. They could only consult with their companions: "What do you think? Is this Wide-Sleeved Flowing Cloud Skirt more elegant, or does this set look better? The top of this set isn't as nice as that one, but the back is lovely."
Their companions were equally indecisive: "I can't decide either! If I buy this one, I feel like that set is also nice. If I get that set, I'll start missing this one. It's so hard!"
"How about this?" One of them seemed to have an idea and proposed, "Let's each buy one piece; then we can swap outfits later!"
"Great idea!" The suggestion was quickly approved. The two left with one garment each, satisfied as they headed home to try on their new clothes.
During the first clearance sale, all ready-made garments were snatched up in no time. Customers who missed out repeatedly requested that new clothes be made quickly, with some even offering to pay a deposit to reserve future garments.
Not only ready-made clothes sold well; silk was flying off the shelves too. Besides customers who originally came for silk, many others, unwilling to leave empty-handed after missing out on ready-made garments, grabbed several yards of fabric on their way out.
"Hahaha." The Dye House Owner couldn't stop smiling: "Ye Boss, you truly are a business genius! I've run this Dye House for so many years and never sold this much at once—even during the best times. I'm impressed!"
Ye Xiaohan counted the day's earnings and looked at the pile of silver coins with delight: "You're too kind! It's just a bit of skill combined with some luck. If anything, it's thanks to the Shopkeeper's dyeing skills and Master Feng's excellent tailoring!"
The well-placed compliments made both the Dye House Owner and Tailor Master feel quite pleased.
As with previous contracts, the profits were split evenly. Ye Xiaohan received a substantial income all at once and felt incredibly joyful—so much so that he hummed a tune while walking.
When she hummed a tune and returned home, she found two more people in the house.
"Who are you two?" Ye Xiaohan looked at the man beside her, Liu Yang. She had previously instructed him to avoid bringing strangers into their home due to their special circumstances. Liu Yang was not someone who lacked discretion, so it seemed he had vetted them and deemed them trustworthy.
The two men saw Ye Xiaohan and quickly bowed. "We are Zhang Can and Wang Wu, at your service, Boss Ye. We were sent by the General to assist you with your tasks. Please feel free to dispatch us as needed!"
Liu Yang grinned widely, eager to praise his older brother and boost Gu Bei's standing in Ye Xiaohan's eyes. "Sister-in-law, look how good my brother is to you! He’s worried you might be too burdened, so he specially sent people to help. He really cares about you!"
"You're so talkative!" Ye Xiaohan shot Liu Yang a glare before turning her attention back to the two men. "Alright, we don't have such formalities at home; just act casually."
"Understood!" Zhang Can and Wang Wu readily agreed. "Before the General sent us here, he told us to follow Boss Ye's habits and not to be overly formal, as that might upset you."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yang quickly added, "Sister-in-law, see? My brother is so considerate of you!"
"Shut up!" Ye Xiaohan cursed Gu Bei inwardly for being so eloquent in front of others when he rarely spoke much otherwise. Yet, despite herself, a blush crept onto her cheeks, and her lips couldn't help but curl into a smile.
But soon enough, she recalled Gu Bei's current situation and asked worriedly, "If he's sending manpower over here, what will he do on his side? Won't he be short-handed?"
"Don't worry, Boss Ye. The General has everything arranged," Zhang Can assured her.
Wang Wu chimed in with a smile, "Yes, Boss Ye, just trust the General. He knows how to handle things; otherwise, how could he be known as the Invincible General?"
"He has such a nickname?" The response from his subordinates eased Ye Xiaohan's worries. If Gu Bei was capable of arranging matters on her end, it meant he still had the energy to manage things on his side as well; it seemed everything was progressing smoothly.
As for Gu Bei's nickname, Ye Xiaohan truly had no idea. After Gu Bei had confided in her about his background, she only learned a little about it and hadn't delved deeper.
To her, Gu Bei was simply Gu Bei—no matter what his identity was, he remained the honest man who would endure bullying if he could bear it.
After discovering Gu Bei's identity, Ye Xiaohan quickly accepted it. After all, her previous speculations had been far more bizarre and sensational.
A wronged general was certainly better than a serial killer lurking in the shadows or an advance force from an alien invasion.
In addition to his two subordinates, Gu Bei also brought a letter for Ye Xiaohan as usual. The contents were much the same as before, just a few brief words inquiring about her well-being.
Due to Gu Bei's sensitive identity now, it was not appropriate to keep such letters. After reading it, Ye Xiaohan burned it as it was, returning it to ashes.
This fool had a rare opportunity to send a letter and didn’t think to write a few more lines. It was always the same words; why bother sending anything at all? One letter would have sufficed!
The thin sheet of paper quickly turned to ash, and Ye Xiaohan stared blankly at the pile of gray remnants.
Meanwhile, in the general's residence, Gu Bei's study was filled with crumpled papers in the wastebasket. Most of them had been rolled into balls, with faint ink marks still visible—traces of Ye Xiaohan's name.
He lingered in his study for a long time, wanting to express everything he felt for Ye Xiaohan. Yet for some reason, he found himself unable to put pen to paper. Countless thoughts surged within him, but he could not articulate them properly.
He rewrote the same sentence over and over again, wasting countless sheets of fine stationery.
In the end, he could only write a simple greeting.
The ink ran dry, but my thoughts of you remain.
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