Chapter 539: 319 Parting is such sweet sorrow~_2
Luo Yisan was montarily stunned. Xia Ye’s drastic change in deanor was already suspicious, and even more perplexing was Mr. Shen’s attitude towards her, which seed to have changed as well…
He still rembered those dens full of rats and cockroaches, where he had imprisoned Xia Ye following Mr. Shen’s orders.
To evade the police’s sweeping search, he had changed locations a few tis, but each place, without exception, had been a dark, damp, and inhuman dwelling.
Most of the ti, Xia Ye was confined in a place like a cellar. Her only connection with the outside world was a tiny door at the bottom of the iron gate, just big enough to squeeze a lunchbox through.
Wearing a black mask and a voice changer, Luo Yisan vividly rembered Xia Ye’s hollow, confused yet fear-filled eyes every ti she saw him.
She was completely different now.
Now, Xia Ye seed to have been infused with a new soul, vibrant and dynamic, and she knew a lot, especially in the field of dicine.
She had been captured when she was very young. During those years of imprisonnt, it was impossible for her to have any opportunity to learn, let alone to speak.
How could a person tornted like this possibly be so clever and nimble?
Mr. Shen sotis ca to see her, but he never communicated with her.
He just glanced at her from afar, quickly lost interest, and left indifferently.
Mr. Shen didn’t think the conditions of her imprisonnt were bad, and even the order to blow her up with a bomb had been personally issued by Mr. Shen himself.
At that ti, he was indeed cold-blooded towards that Xia Ye, devoid of any sentint, but now…
Why not silence her permanently?
If Xia Ye’s mory were to return, if all of this was a trap set by the police…
Luo Yisan snapped back to reality, and Shen Zhixi was still watching him.
His gaze carried a chill.
Luo Yisan finally lowered his eyelids and obediently said, “Yes, Mr. Shen.”
**
In the following days, Jiang Xuan would go to the Northern Part every day, while Xu He was busy running between the Baoli Fashion Week venue and Mr. Borden’s studio.
She originally wanted to find the best craftsn to bring those perfect artistic creations from paper to reality.
But Mr. Borden said he wanted to sew them himself and asked Xu He if that was okay.
Since Jiang Xuan had already given her the design drafts, Xu He now had the final decision.
Of course, Xu He was willing; she knew that Mr. Borden had started his career as a tailor and was even said to be the “Golden Scissors” of France.
Back then, politicians and nobles would spend a fortune just to have him make a dress.
If Xu He rembered correctly, the formal suit for one president’s inauguration had been made by him.
Later, as Mr. Borden’s fa grew, his unique aesthetic was increasingly recognized, until now, getting Mr. Borden to personally make a garnt had beco a fantasy.
Now that the clothing matter was settled, Xu He shifted her focus more onto the Baoli Fashion Week venue. Mr. Borden offered her significant freedom and authority, even letting her arrange the order of appearance.
At this ti, the phone number Xia Yuzheng gave her turned out to be very useful; it belonged to the person responsible for stage decoration, and working with Xu He was unimpeded.
Xu He’s suite was right next to Jiang Xuan’s, but since both were busy, they hardly had an opportunity to et.
The presidential suite had a dedicated kitchen with very new equipnt. It could be said that since the beginning, no one had used it. People who spent tens of thousands a day to stay there—who would cook themselves?
Answer: Xu He would.
She had practiced cooking before and seeing Little Tiangao eat happily filled her heart with satisfaction.
Now, cooking was actually a pleasure for her.
After returning from the venue during the day, seeing that the room next door was still closed, knowing Jiang Xuan was not done yet, Xu He would make him so light nutritious soup, leaving it with room service for him upon his return.
Since she had already acknowledged Xiaojiang, Xu He also treated him as her own child from the bottom of her heart.
His treatnt wasn’t as privileged as Little Tiangao’s, but definitely above her three sons.
Dong Mao would retrieve the soup from room service every night, occasionally seeing a note left by Mrs. Xia.
The handwriting was graceful and gentle, just like her.
“Xiaojiang, I added so old ginseng slices into today’s soup. I’m not sure if you’re accustod to drinking it. Don’t stay up late, get so rest early.”]
Dong Mao chuckled and shook his head. It seems only Mrs. Xia had the privilege to address Heavenly Dao as Xiaojiang…
Jiang Xuan wasn’t used to drinking soup at night, but he would always symbolically drink a bowl when Xu He sent it.
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