After all, they are sisters, right? She may not agree, but she wouldn’t kick soone when they’re down, would she?
"Grandpa, this is my girlfriend," Song Wang brought Qin Xiangi to et Mr. Sun. The atmosphere here isn’t great; her parents really disapprove of Qin Xiangi. Qin Xiangi has also graduated, and although he has found her a good job, if it drags on, who knows when she’ll be able to get married.
He has to co up with a solution, which ultimately led them to Mr. Sun.
Mr. Sun scrutinized Qin Xiangi from head to toe. He really didn’t like her loud red and green clothes and her heavily made-up face, but since she was a guest, he didn’t show a long face and had his spouse prepare a table full of dishes.
Mr. Sun rarely spoke. Although Qin Xiangi’s behavior was quite decent, she still ca from a modest background. For soone like Mr. Sun, who’s been through the wars, there was still so fear, so compared to her usual behavior, she seed sowhat diminished.
"Grandpa probably doesn’t know, right?" Song Wang chid in at the right mont to smooth things over, also to avoid the too awkward silence. If nobody talked, it was almost suffocating.
"Know what?" Mr. Sun’s attitude was just as aloof as ever.
Song Wang couldn’t help feeling disappointed. It looked like Qin Xiangi didn’t catch grandpa’s eye. He really didn’t understand what charm Qin Xiangnuan possessed that even the typically haughty grandpa took a liking to her. Even though she was married, he still wanted him to woo her away.
They were both born to the sa father, so Qin Xiangi should not be too bad, right?
As he carefully considered the similarities between Qin Xiangi and Qin Xiangnuan, he seed to realize they really had nothing in common. Although they were sisters, if said aloud, it was unlikely anyone would believe it. They looked different, and their temperants were worlds apart. One could say that neither sister resembled Qin Guohua; one took after Du Ping, and the other after Hu Li, so on the surface, indeed, no one could see the other’s shadow in them.
He placed his hand on Qin Xiangi’s shoulder and nudged her forward.
"Grandpa, can’t you see who Xiang i resembles?"
Mr. Sun didn’t even lift an eyelid, "I haven’t noticed her resembling anyone."
"Her na is Qin Hei, grandpa, doesn’t that remind you of soone?" Song Wang steered Mr. Sun’s thoughts towards another person.
Mr. Sun slightly squinted his eyes, a glint briefly flashing in his gaze, "What’s her relationship with that young girl?" And by that young girl, he naturally ant Qin Xiangnuan, whom Mr. Sun truly liked—for her composure, her ability to live well independently, and most importantly, her calligraphy that caught his eye, as well as the set of clothing she made every year which was not in vain.
And as one related to Qin Xiangnuan, naturally, his affection could extend by association, and it seed his attitude toward Qin Xiangi wasn’t as stern as before.
"They are sisters," said Song Wang with a smile, "Grandpa, don’t you think this is fate?"
Mr. Sun observed Qin Xiangi for a while, not seeing any resemblance.
Song Wang felt a bit embarrassed, "Not every pair of sisters look alike, right?"
Mr. Sun didn’t quarrel with his granddaughter-in-law about this. He stood up, walked into the house, and left Song Wang and Qin Xiangnuan exchanging puzzled glances, not understanding what had upset the old gentleman this ti. Soon, Mr. Sun erged, holding paper and a writing brush in his hand.
He placed the paper and brush properly, then stood aside with one hand also behind his back.
"Co here and write a few characters."
"Grandpa..." Song Wang was sowhat dumbfounded. What was all this about? Qin Xiangi wore the sa expression. Write? Write what? She could handle a pen, but she had no clue how to use a brush. She had even forgotten how to hold it, let alone write with it.
"That little girl writes beautifully," Mr. Sun stated without moving, his expression unchanging. "Since you’re sisters, if she can do it, surely you must know so too, right?"
"I..." Qin Xiangi clenched her pants tightly, feeling her face burning.
"Mhm," Mr. Sun was waiting, "What’s the matter, co and write."
"I..." Qin Xiangi nearly choked on her own saliva and after a long pause, whispered embarrassingly, "I don’t know how to write."
"You don’t know how to write?" Mr. Sun’s eyes rounded in disbelief. "Aren’t you said to be sisters? It doesn’t make sense that one can write and the other can’t. Could it be that your parents focused all their efforts on Qin Xiangnuan and paid no attention to you?"
But if that were truly the case, how could that young girl have been selling things alone in the park, enduring the sun and wind? She had said she was earning her tuition and living expenses. What about Qin Xiangi then? Could it be that they both grew up neglected by their parents?
Qin Xiangi naturally dared not ntion what Hu Li and Qin Guohua had done in the past. Whoever heard it would surely criticize them. They had abandoned their sick daughter and didn’t even save their seriously ill son over so tens of yuan needed for living expenses. That’s why Qin Xiangyang and Qin Xiangnuan, still children at the ti, had endured their suffering silently and chose to sever ties with Qin Guohua, not for any other reason than the simple desire to survive.
The matter was no small affair in Dadao Village, nor was it secret. After all, it had only been a few years, and most of the villagers would have heard sothing about it.
Mr. Sun was thoroughly disappointed. Although they were sisters, he really couldn’t find anything likable about this Qin Xiangi. She lacked steadiness and was not spirited. Even though she was pretty, one glance revealed her poor temperant.
What good is a pretty face for a woman? He didn’t understand what sort of spell Qin Xiangi had cast on Song Wang, as he seed blindly devoted to her.
By the next year, as winter approached, Qin Xiangnuan’s store was finally renovated. The construction team that Jian Zhiqing knew used the best materials without cutting corners. The style of the renovation was Qin Xiangnuan’s own idea – bright and beautiful colors. The place was large and therefore, looked both high-end and elegant.
The na was quite nice, too.
Cafe Won’s Fashion
Chosen by Qin Xiangnuan, it was a chic na that included foreign words, and it would be a top choice for fashionable won.
The interior decor followed the style of future brand na won’s stores. Unlike other small and large stores that cluttered walls with hanging garnts, hers was different. The clothes were displayed on racks, arranged seemingly haphazardly, yet there was an order to be found upon closer inspection.
To the right were a row of fitting rooms. Outside each fitting room was a tall mirror. The entrance had been replaced with clear glass, making the inside completely visible from the outside. A few mannequins in the window struck unique poses, sitting or forming various shapes. They were beautiful and had hair. If a bald figure were placed there, Qin Xiangnuan felt it would spoil her mood.
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