Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

Wen Ying looked at the sadness in her eyes that was about to overflow, and shook her arm coquettishly: "Then you come with me, I will order a suit for Song Jingming and coax him."

Song Weiyu didn't want to go, but looking at Wen Ying's sparkling puppy eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse.

As the two of them walked out of the mall, Wen Ying muttered: "You patronized and bought it for me. You haven't bought a dress yet. What will you wear to the reception?"

Song Weiyu has a very high vision and also doesn't like these finished clothes.

"Go to Rong Qingxiang and buy a cheongsam."

The gate of Rong Qingxiang is small, but it has a strong sense of history. The plaque was passed down from the older generation. This year, a new layer of gold powder was added, shining in the sun.

Stepping through the door, Wen Ying discovered that there was a whole other world inside.

The area inside is very large, with countless fabrics hanging on the walls according to categories, and even thousands of kinds of buttons, divided into categories for guests to choose from.

"Hey, your distinguished guest, Mrs. Fu, is here. Please go to the second floor."

Song Weiyu smiled and greeted, "You are busy, I will go find Master Ji."

Master Ji is the most skilled and experienced suit tailor in the shop. There are too many people looking for him to customize suits, so he is reluctant to make a move now.

She was hanging her glasses and immersed herself in choosing the fabric for the lining of her collar, when she heard the sound of high heels.

He frowned and was about to curse, but his eyes narrowed in laughter again, "Hey, who dares to wear high heels and step into my little house? I bet you are here in person today."

He raised his drooped eyelids, glanced at Wen Ying, and then looked back: "You came here by yourself? Where is Boss Fu?"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see my daughter-in-law? She belongs to the second brother's family. Xiaobao's name is Grandpa Ji."

"Hello, Grandpa Ji..."

Master Ji stared straight at Wen Ying, and the old cloth shoe stepped closer: "From the second brother's family? Heh... I thought he could be a bachelor for the rest of his life."

Song Weiyu rolled his eyes.

"Where's your boss?" Master Ji asked persistently, "I got a good piece of material, but I'm not willing to sell it to others."

"Oh, maybe others can't afford it."

Master Ji clicked his tongue and took out a piece of dark gray material with light wide stripes. "Take a look. As soon as I got this material, I thought of your Fu Dong. I mainly wanted such a good thing to match the best." suitable person."

"Your boss Fu's figure was born just for my suit."

Song Weiyu touched the clothing material with his fingertips, and the Boss Fu in his mouth was no longer from her family.

"Don't call me Mrs. Fu from now on, call me Mrs. Chen."

"Is this material available in black?"

After hearing her words, Master Ji's measuring hand paused, and his chaotic eyes turned several times under his eyelids.

The long wooden ruler tapped the table and said in an unhappy voice: "This material is only slate gray, the only one in the world, and not everyone is worthy of wearing it."

Master Ji's ancestors were from the capital, and their ancestors made official and regular uniforms for the officials in the capital.

When he was not as tall as a wooden ruler, his father took him to Fu's house to have Fu Haitang's grandfather tailor his clothes. Later, when he was able to become an apprentice, he followed his father to Fu's house to make clothes for Fu Haitang's father.

Class hierarchy is deeply ingrained in his feudal heart.

Song Weiyu understood the meaning of his words and stood up: "Well, it seems that Mrs. Chen is not worthy of wearing the cheongsam you sewn by yourself. I won't be an eyesore here."

After taking two steps, there was a shouting sound behind him.

"return!"

"Donkey temper!"

Song Weiyu stood still, but did not look back, unwilling to stand.

Until the old cloth shoes were polished on the ground and he walked up to her and hung a bright Western-colored satin in front of her.

Only then did she stare straight, her steps follow her eyes, and she walked to the tailoring table as if she was possessed by an evil spirit, "What kind of material is this? I've never seen it before."

"Don't always wear the old cheongsam. It's so beautiful. I'll make you a new and improved version of the cheongsam. Let me show you how it looks after being patterned first."

Master Ji led her to a clothing mold and opened the curtain.

"Wow..." Wen Ying opened his mouth wide first.

Western colors are rare in silk, and Song Weiyu does not have a skirt of this color, especially a design that combines Chinese and Western styles.

From the chest down, the figure is wrapped in a cheongsam, and the skirt is slightly fishtail. There is no cheongsam collar on the chest. Two wide ribbons hug the fabric on the chest and tie it behind the neck.

Wearing it on her looks as bright and sexy as you can imagine.

"Swipe your card."

"Sorry, this isn't for sale."

Master Ji touched the tip of his nose and pointed at the slate gray suit material, "A set, not sold separately."

Song Weiyu crossed his hands on his chest: "I'll add more money."

"There are some things that you can't buy even with extra money. Some people are not emperors even if they wear a yellow jacket." Master Ji shook his head and continued to work.

Song Weiyu raised her eyes and glanced at the exquisite slate gray material. In fact, she really wanted to buy Fu Haitang's last suit.

"Okay, pay."