Uncle Yun was taken aback by the new plan. "Miss, didn’t you previously say that market diversification was better? The Chu Family’s century-old embroidery products are the industry’s established na; is this appropriate?"
The Chu Family Embroidery House was the biggest na in the embroidery industry, where interests were deeply entangled and not so easy to manipulate.
anwhile, his competitive desire was ignited by Miss Ya Rui’s words.
Ya Garden was clearly superior to the current Chu Family Embroidery House in all aspects, including quality, patterns, and embroidery skill.
Miss Ya Rui advocated for preserving the original advantages of the embroidery products while innovating appropriately, so that they could survive in the torrent of the tis.
Initially, his confidence buoyed by Ya Garden’s excellent prospects, he had suggested to Miss Ya Rui that they push the Chu Family Embroidery House out of the industry entirely.
He had spent most of his life in this industry. He knew the current manager of the Chu Family Embroidery House was an amateur and didn’t want a good, century-old establishnt to eventually end up neglected.
At that ti, Miss Ya Rui’s response was that the Chu Family Embroidery House had its own destiny, and there was no need to interfere.
Now, it was Miss Ya Rui herself asking him to snatch business from the Chu Family Embroidery House.
Does the Chu Family Embroidery House truly have no hope left?
Uncle Yun felt a wave of desolation in his heart.
"I have my reasons. Please help implent my plan," Fu Bing said.
"Miss, please don’t say that. If you need , I will gladly give my all," Uncle Yun declared.
"Your way of speaking is really..." Fu Bing trailed off, exasperated. He always spoke with such grim determination that it intimidated her.
Upon hearing her familiar tone, Uncle Yun couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter.
"I’ll get right on it. Wait for my good news."
"I’m counting on you, Uncle Yun."
Fu Bing hung up the phone and flipped through the information she had gathered.
Fu Chan had two daughters: Fu Ruyun and Fu Ruhui.
Combining the nas of the two daughters ford his wife’s na, Yunhui.
This clearly showed Yunhui’s importance in Fu Chan’s heart.
Though Fu Chan was the public head of the Fu Family, Yunhui was its actual controller.
For Yunhui’s sake, Fu Chan had even moved the entire family to live in Yunxi Lane.
Looking at Yunhui’s photo, Fu Bing saw that even in middle age, Yunhui still smiled with a gentle, serene deanor, the very picture of a woman deeply in love.
In the photo, Yunhui sat under a large tree, with an ancient wall and a casent window in the background that perfectly matched her temperant.
Fu Bing suddenly suspected that Fu Chan’s interest in the Chu Family Embroidery House and its embroidery patterns was largely due to Yunhui.
She had t Fu Chan. He wasn’t a patient man, nor did his temperant suggest soone who could quietly appreciate embroidery.
In contrast, Yunhui seed like an embroiderer who had been imrsed in the craft for many years.
But if she was an embroiderer, why couldn’t she see the flaws that had plagued the Chu Family Embroidery House for years?
The once-thriving Chu Family Embroidery House had inexplicably been led downhill by her.
Yunhui didn’t appear to be foolish.
Fu Bing stared at Yunhui’s photo for a long ti and reviewed all her other information, yet still couldn’t pinpoint the root of the problem.
Xiaoi drove her little pink car, following the GPS to the sanatorium. She parked, closed the car door, and wandered around the grounds, looking for Madam Chu’s courtyard.
The small courtyards were nurous, one after another, and just walking around their enclosing walls was exhausting enough for her.
Especially now, under the harsh sun—she had forgotten to wear a hat and felt like she was about to bake.
Suddenly, she saw an elderly woman with a bandaged hand sitting under a very old-looking tree.
Xiaoi’s eyes lit up, and she dashed over.
"Grandma, can I ask you for directions?"
Madam Chu glanced at her indifferently and didn’t respond.
Xiaoi looked at her hand. "Is your hand injured? Is it serious? My sister is a very skilled doctor; she can treat you."
Madam Chu looked at her flushed little face and her dark, bright eyes filled with innocence and immaturity. She asked softly, "Who are you looking for?"
"I’m looking for Madam Chu, the one from the Chu Family Embroidery House."
Madam Chu’s gaze beca guarded. "What do you want with her?"
Unguarded, Xiaoi replied, "My sister sent here to explain so things. Madam Chu’s granddaughter spent her final monts with , and I was the most familiar with her condition at the ti. Aunt Fu’s death wasn’t my sister’s fault—Aunt Fu had been ill since my sister was still in high school. Back then, my sister was juggling school and work, all while taking care of Aunt Fu. Even after she beca a big star, she still looked after Aunt Fu personally. I think you misunderstand my sister, and that’s why you hate her."
Madam Chu’s expression remained unchanged as she coldly observed Xiaoi.
"Since you call her ’sister,’ you naturally see things from her perspective."
Xiaoi scratched her head. "Not really. My sister is loved by many people. Even Hacker, the pickiest critic, couldn’t find any dirt on her when she was in prison. I’ve been with my sister for so many years and haven’t found a single flaw in her. My sister is a genuinely good person."
Madam Chu looked at her dispassionately. "Why are you telling all this?"
"Oh, you’re right," Xiaoi said, belatedly realizing. "Then, do you know where Courtyard 6 is?"
Madam Chu ignored her.
Xiaoi chuckled awkwardly and slowly walked away.
Madam Chu watched, impassively, as Xiaoi walked in the opposite direction of Courtyard 6.
Thinking such a fool could change her mind? How naive!
Xiaoi wandered around for a long ti until she finally found a nurse and got directions.
The nurse smiled. "Actually, if you had registered at the main gate, you could have driven in."
"They told that outside vehicles couldn’t co in."
"That’s what they say, but this place is huge, and you’ll get very tired if you don’t drive in."
"It is tiring."
Xiaoi parted from the young nurse and happened to run into the sanatorium’s gardener.
The gardener was driving a small tricycle laden with several potted plants.
"Uncle, could I catch a ride with you?"
"If you don’t mind the dirt in the vehicle, hop on."
"I don’t mind, thank you."
"You’re welco," the gardener chuckled, making room for her.
Xiaoi sat among the greenery. As the little tricycle jolted along, the plants kept scraping her face.
She showed no impatience.
There wasn’t much she could do for her sister, but whatever she could do, she would strive to do her best.
Besides, this was the first ti her sister had ever asked for her help. What was a little hardship like this in comparison?
Seeing that she didn’t complain about being poked in the face by the plants, the gardener took a liking to her.
"Young lady, what are you going to Courtyard 6 for? That’s not a place ordinary people can go."
"My sister’s relative lives there. My sister couldn’t co herself, so she asked to check on her."
"Oh, I see. The old lady living there is quite pitiful. All her closest relatives passed away before her, leaving her as the sole remaining mber of her family. Now, her grandson controls the family’s assets. I’ve heard he even wants to get other things from her, which is why he’s ensuring she’s well-fed and cared for at the mont. Once she hands those things over, she’ll probably have to ’go’ as well."
"Go? Where is she going?" Xiaoi asked, puzzled.
The gardener, seeing her simple nature, smiled. "If she’s no longer of value, they’ll naturally let her fend for herself. But now that you and your sister are here, her days might get a bit better."
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