After receiving the certificate, she was pinched and doted on by the wealthy heir.

Recalling the past, Xia Mingcheng's breathing was a little uncontrollable, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with difficulty: "Okay, you go out first, I also want to see what your mother left behind."

"Yeah." Xia Taozhi nodded obediently, knowing his father's feelings for his mother, "Then I'll wait for dad outside."

Carrying the box, she walked out of the underground and sat down in the VIP-only lounge.

The box in her arms looked antique, and the wood of the huanghuali was carved with complicated patterns. She gently traced the texture on it with her fingertips, and Xia Taozhi felt an indescribable palpitation in her heart.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Xia Tao subconsciously raised her eyes and saw a familiar figure flashing past the door.

That's - Han Xiao?

She frowned slightly.

How could it be possible? Han Xiao had clearly told her that he was away on business. How could he appear in Sichuan City now and in a place like this?

Her heartbeat skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Almost for an instant, she wanted to call him to ask him for details, but luckily, her rationality came back in time to stop this impulsive decision.

Lowering her eyelids, she smiled and shook her head: "Fool, he is free to do whatever he wants."

Even if their relationship has changed now, she has begun to consider turning Mrs. Han's part-time job into a long-term meal ticket, but... not now.

But her heart was still a little lonely.

Not daring to ask further questions is actually a kind of self-recognition of identity.

After waiting for a while, Xia Mingcheng came back.

The father and daughter went back home first. Xia Taozhi couldn't wait to see what was in the box. Since it was already late in the morning, she simply took half a day off and decided to go to the studio to work in the afternoon.

In the room, she carefully opened the box and found several pieces of paper inside.

When she opened it, she was surprised. It was a manuscript of musical scores and some design drawings.

Regarding music, Xia Taozhi was a layman and had only a partial understanding of it, but the design drawings were very familiar to her. They were all drawn by hand, and judging from the material and maintenance level of the paper, these design drawings were already several years old.

What surprised her even more was the content. These design drafts included clothing, makeup, styling, and even home design... A few thin sheets, scribbled randomly, were as casual as drafts, but they truly recorded the creator's great talent. Innate ability.

She was stunned.

Subconsciously raising her eyes, she saw her father standing at the door and couldn't help but ask: "Are these all mom's? Did mom draw them?"

Xia Mingcheng nodded, feeling touched and proud at the same time: "Yes, your mother is a well-deserved artistic genius. If she hadn't met me...she would have had a brighter future."

Xia Taozhi saw through the regret in his father's eyes.

Her heart was throbbing, and when she turned her gaze back to the manuscript papers, she had a new idea: "That's not the case, Dad, look at these drawings by mom, there are shadows of our family in them. Only you are by her side. , she can create these."

Xia Mingcheng was stunned, his pupils trembling.

This is the first time someone has said this to him in so many years.

"Dad, look. The clothes designed by my mother include wedding dresses, dresses, and clothes for birthday parties. They are all styles for a family of three. As well as these indoor designs, without exception, my father and I are included. So Ah... Mom must really want to live with us, so she came up with these creations."

Xia Taozhi said, his eyes became hot.

She had long known that her mother loved her very much, but she didn't expect that she loved her so much.

On the last page of the manuscript, she saw a line of elegant small words, left by her mother.

My mother wrote: My dearest baby Taotao, please forgive me for my poor health. It is very likely that I will not be able to accompany you when you grow up, so my mother left these for you. Maybe one day, you will turn these into reality. .Mommy wants to see you in your wedding dress, my baby.

In an instant, Xia Taozhi cried.

The design draft of the wedding dress was the most thoughtful one, and she thought it was drawn by her mother for her.

Unexpectedly, it was for her who was still very young back then...

Xia Mingcheng walked over and patted his daughter on the shoulder. The father and daughter reminisced quietly, warmly and sadly.

After finally gathering her emotions, Xia Taozhi carefully kept the box, leaving only the design draft of the wedding dress alone.

Since this is her mother's wish, although she cannot be as versatile as her mother, she can still make a wedding dress that her mother designed for her.

Thinking of this, she excitedly bought the glazed stone and flowing brocade she had bought before.

These two materials can finally come in handy!

After arranging these, Xia Taozhi rushed to the studio happily.

She hasn't started work yet after taking Gui Wenqian's order, so she can't waste time.

Unknowingly, when it was time to get off work, she was still immersed in creation and couldn't extricate herself. She asked her assistants to go back first while she stayed in the office to work overtime.The sky outside the window is getting darker, but the light is still bright, and the only sound in my ears is the constant rustling of pencils falling on paper.

She was drawing vigorously when a big hand pressed down on the manuscript paper in front of her, making her scream.

"What are you doing?!" She raised her eyes, her big bright eyes full of anger, "Don't soil my paper. If you do, I won't be done with you."

Han Xiao:......

Quite unconvinced.

He went home as soon as he finished his work, but he didn't see this little woman at home. He didn't even have time to eat dinner and rushed here without stopping. Unexpectedly, in the eyes of this girl, he was not as important as a piece of manuscript paper.

The slender and handsome eyebrows darkened, brewing a bit of danger, and his thin lips slightly opened: "It's time to get off work, come home with me."

Seeing this man's face, she suddenly remembered the back figure she saw at the World Bank today.

Xia Taozhi, who had already put this matter behind him, suddenly felt angry again from nowhere.

She narrowed her eyes and snorted: "Mr. Han, may I ask where you have been busy today? Have you been in Sichuan City?"

The little woman's voice was crisp and moving, even the cold sweetness sounded a bit turbulent in his ears, causing him to smile wider.

Soon, he saw the displeasure in her eyes, and the corners of her slightly raised mouth immediately sank.

He cleared his throat unnaturally and said, "No, I came back in the morning."

The other party actually confessed so readily, which made Xia Taozhi a little confused.

After hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Humph, so you came back in the morning and didn't even tell me or go home."

"I have work to do."

"I don't listen I don't listen."

Xia Tao's unreasonable troubles.

Han Xiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After a few seconds, he deliberately made a serious face: "Then what do you want?"

She recalled how Gui Susu was arrogant in front of her before, and on a whim: "Give me some shares of the company, so that I can be a rice bug who can eat and drink for free at home."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Xiao's eyes changed...