Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

Why did he still let her go back to work?

When he resigned, he didn't say a word to persuade her to stay. Now let An Cheng call her back?

baffling.

She replied indifferently: "No."

Ancheng quickly persuaded: "Ye Zhu, Mr. Qiao was also angry that day. He actually didn't want you to resign. He never approved your resignation application!"

Hearing this, Ye Mian's heart throbbed faintly, he still cares about her a little, right?Suddenly remembering how he protected Tong Yaoyao that day and didn't believe in herself, she despised herself severely in her heart.

As long as he cared about her a little, he shouldn't ask An Cheng to call her.

"Ancheng, I'm very busy now, and it's impossible for me to go back to Qiao's." She replied firmly.

After hanging up the phone, she sat in the car and calmed down for a long time before starting the car.

Ye Mian drove to the destination, the National Embroidery Research Institute, Gu Sasha said that there was a job here today, and asked her to come and see if she could take it.

In the conference room, there were more than a dozen elderly aunts, all of whom were local embroiderers in the capital.

After a while, director Jiang of the research institute moved in a puppet model wearing an azure-colored robe.

"Masters, this suit is an antique garment from the Qing Dynasty. It has been damp and moth-eaten in many places. The employer asks us to invite all masters to study and see if any master can mend this dress."

Director Jiang introduced to everyone.

This set of ancient Qing Dynasty costumes is graceful and luxurious.Stone blue satin, colorful embroidery, embroidered sea water river edge pattern on the skirt, implying Fukuyama Shouhai.

"The bright yellow cuffs were only worn by the emperor's relatives in the Qing Dynasty. Good guy, this dress must have been made by Jiangnan Sanwei."

"It's not just Suzhou embroidery. The pile embroidery, peacock feather embroidery, and lock embroidery techniques here have long been lost. How can I mend it? Anyway, I can't do it."

"I can't do it either. I have to go south to find the experts from the Jiangnan Research Institute. Maybe there will be a meeting." Another master stepped forward, looked at it, and shook his head.

"Masters, our wife is in a hurry to get this dress, and there is only three or four days left. How can I go out of Beijing to invite someone now? Masters, please find a way! My wife has said that, and I will reward you heavily!" Beside the model A middle-aged man named Lao Wu, he almost begged everyone.

"I can fix it." Ye Mian held up the hem of the robe, looked at the big hole that was broken, and said seriously.

As soon as she said this, the conference room fell silent.

All eyes were on her in an instant.

Everyone pushed the reading glasses and took a closer look. It was indeed a little girl in her early twenties. The teachers thought it was their eyesight.

"Little girl, what did you just say?" An old aunt, thinking she was deaf, raised her voice and asked.

Ye Mian smiled, "I said, I can repair this dress, but it will take a few days, three or four days should be enough."

"Little girl, what are you talking about, have you ever used needlework? There are many online celebrities who have never used embroidery needles, and they are posing for embroidery to attract attention. Are you the same?" a master craftsman questioned her.

"Everyone, this young master is called Ye Mian. I invited her here. She is the granddaughter of the deceased Su embroidery master Fang Qingmei. She has been learning Su embroidery from the master since she was a child." Director Jiang spoke for Ye Mian at this time.

Hearing the thunderous name, all the embroidery masters looked at Ye Mian differently.

"Passing on from generation to generation, in this line of work, you can't do it without ten or 20 years of craftsmanship. How old is this little girl? Don't turn around and ruin the clothes of people! With that big hole, she can know what the original one was like." Patterns? And the color of embroidery thread from the Qing Dynasty is so different from our modern colors that it doesn’t look like the Qing Dynasty when it’s restored!”

"Little girl, this is no nonsense! If you ruin this dress, you will not be able to hang around in the capital anymore!" The employer, Old Wu, said to Ye Mian.

I've never seen someone ask for help and have such a bad temper.

"Then you should hire someone else!" Ye Mian also stood up.

"Let her try." At this moment, the words of his wife came from the earphone of the employer, Lao Wu.

Now that Madam has spoken, Old Wu is not afraid of taking responsibility, so he hurriedly stepped forward to ask Ye Mian for help.

"Really let this little girl make love?"

"Well, four days later, we will join in the fun again."

The master craftsmen don't believe that they have practiced their crafts for most of their lives, and they are not as good as a little girl in her twenties. They hold the mentality of watching the show, and wait for the brazen Ye Mian to make a fool of herself.

Ye Mian didn't take their words to heart and concentrated on her work.

It is still very difficult to restore this robe, the most difficult thing is the color matching of the embroidery thread. As the old master said, the color of Qing Dynasty clothes is completely different from that of modern times. She needs to color and dye the thread by herself.

Fortunately, she learned to dye thread when she was a child, and there are many tools in the institute that she does not have.

She forgot to eat and sleep, rushing to work day and night.

Four days later, when the master craftsmen saw the repaired clothes by Ye Mian, they couldn't believe that it was the original set, and there was no trace of repair at all.

In response to the idiom: seamless.

"Xiaoye, we were blind to Mount Tai a few days ago, how offended!" The teacher who questioned her apologized to her.

The other masters gave her thumbs up one after another: "In our line of work, there are successors!"

The wife of the employer, Old Wu's family, came to pick up the clothes in person and thanked Ye Mian in person.

It turned out that she was the eldest wife of the Zhou family, a well-known powerful family in the capital.

Mrs. Zhou held Ye Mian's hand and said excitedly, "Master Xiaoye, you are my nobleman."

Ye Mian smiled, "Mrs. Zhou, you are being serious."

"Master Ye, this antique dress is one of my mother-in-law's most precious collections. It has been entrusted to me for safekeeping. I only recently discovered that it was eaten by moths for some reason—in short, you saved me. This check It is my gratitude to you, you accept it."

Looking at the six-digit amount on the check, it was far more than the value of this dress, Ye Mian declined.

"Master Xiaoye, I have searched all over the famous masters, and none of them can guarantee to restore everything. Some asked me to go to the south of the Yangtze River to hire someone, and some asked me to go to the northwest. The day after tomorrow is my mother-in-law's birthday, and she appointed to wear this set of clothes. Where did I get so much time? I am so lucky to have met you."

Mrs. Zhou said from the bottom of her heart that there are some things that she can’t tell outsiders. She has been keeping the clothes carefully, but somehow they were eaten by moths and the big hole was broken. Someone must have deliberately caused her to be killed by the old Mrs. Blame.

Fortunately, she met this young and talented embroiderer to help her escape, otherwise, her status in the Zhou family would not be guaranteed.

Ye Mian was deeply influenced by Qiao's house, and she understood that the richer and more powerful people are, the more they care about gratitude. She no longer declined with Mrs. Zhou, and accepted the check.

"Master Xiaoye, I invite you, a little friend, to my mother-in-law's birthday party the day after tomorrow. There are many wives in my circle who like to collect embroidery works and ancient clothes. Then, you go to communicate with them, okay?"

Ye Mian did not expect that there are still people who like embroidery these days, so she readily agreed to Mrs. Zhou.

She had just driven out of the research institute when Qiao Zhanbei called. Looking at his name on the car screen, she was a little lost and almost forgot to change lanes.