wished she never knew Jian Tong from that side, that she never understood him at all. If so, she could ruthlessly disregard everything, ignoring Jian Tong's wishes, and pull this fool out of the whir...In S City, the most bustling area, the most upscale mall, and the most prestigious brands, there was a woman who said, "I'll pick out a gown."

The brand consultant is a master at reading people. This woman walked in with a limp, obvious to anyone who looked. But this woman with the limp insisted on keeping her back straight, making her look even more awkward.

At first glance, there were no high-end designer labels on her. Everything she wore and carried was ordinary.

The salesgirl, tall and slender, wouldn't budge. With the woman saying "I'll pick a dress," she just went along with it. Her slender fingers pointed to a row in the corner: “Over there, 70% off.”

She wouldn't even budge.

In the next second, her skin tensed. The cripple was looking at her, his eyes cold and piercing.

Jian Tong watched the sales representative at the door silently, not a word of reproach on her lips, not even a flicker of anger in her heart.

Her heart, nothing could fit in it, nor could anything leak out.

"I'm going to pick out a dress," she simply said, staring at the saleswoman with an unnerving calmness in her eyes.

This time, I finally got fair treatment.

"Ma'am, what kind of dress are you looking for"

"Black, solemn, dignified."

"...Odd requests, a black dress, of course, not to mention. But any woman who buys a black dress is drawn to the mystery and sexiness it conveys."

Solemn

Solemn

Is that filial mourning attire

"I want, the most beautiful one," Jian Tong paused, her dull eyes flickering with a newfound spark, fixated on the salesgirl's face: "The kind that makes him see me at first glance and never wants to look away."

The salesgirl wore an even more ridiculous expression.

Black, solemn, majestic... It was already a rather peculiar request.

Want to be amazed Amazed to the point of being unable to look away

"According to her request." Vivian panted at the door, chasing Jian Tong anxiously. Her high heels were almost breaking apart from the frantic run, but she didn't care. She opened her handbag, pulled out a black card, and handed it to the sales assistant: "According to her request, black, solemn, dignified... Eye-catching in an astonishing way."

She couldn't go on.

She understood better than anyone, the madness coursing through Jian Tong's veins right now.

The sales assistant didn't know Jian Tong, but she knew Vivian. Vivian was a high-level member of this store, spending over six figures every month.

She wouldn't dare offend such a big client.

I was curious about the identity of that lame woman. I saw how even Vivian, who usually exudes confidence, remained respectful in her presence.

Come and go quickly, when the salesgirl came back, she had someone with her: "Miss Vivian, our brand's designer, happened to be visiting the store today. This is a once-in-a-few-years opportunity."

Given the lady's request, I couldn't find a suitable black dress. So, I passed her request on to our designer, who is willing to modify the dress for her on-site.

Vivian nodded. "That would be best," she said, turning to the foreign man, "thank you."

Without much explanation, all work is done silently.

That foreign designer seemed to understand what Jian Tong wanted.

His hands were both steady and quick.

After picking out a black dress for Jian Tong, he began to modify it, right there with Jian Tong wearing the black dress.

Everything, according to Jian Tong's requests, which were both strange and contradictory.

Black, solemn, dignified...so stunning that one couldn't take their eyes away.

Yes, this dress, contradictory as it is, makes one hesitant to wear it.

"Ma'am, would you be comfortable with a backless dress"

The designer asked in English.

Jian Tong asked, "Is it solemn and dignified and stunning"

"Yes, madam."

"Then it can be done."

Vivian looked at Jian Tong in surprise. She knew Jian Tong would never be willing to open her back to others; her back was not perfect.

The designer's hands remained steady, even after seeing the jagged scar on her waist.

"You were very brave." After everything was over, the foreign designer complimented Jian Tong with a gentlemanly embrace: "My condolences. May God bless him in heaven."

The salesgirl standing beside them, upon hearing this, suddenly realized something and stared intently at Jian Tong... It turned out that.

After leaving the shopping mall, I went home to pack some simple luggage.

Xi Chen came to pick me up himself.

Everything is ready.

As the plane took off, her heart felt heavy, as if she couldn't breathe.

As darkness gave way to dawn, they reached Rome, Italy.

Shen San had already arranged the vehicles. As soon as they got off the plane, they drove straight to the hospital without stopping.

Along the way, the woman didn't ask anything. She didn't inquire about that man's condition or even if he was still alive or had passed the danger.

At the entrance of the hospital ward, Shen Er stood expressionlessly. He was accompanied by others whom Jian Tong also recognized – all people from Shen Xiuqin's circle. They were all dressed in black suits, their demeanor stoic and somber. Everyone remained silent.

Xi Chen asked Shen Er, "Is Yu Xing inside"

Bai YuXing was the one who accompanied Shen XiuJin on this business trip.

The young master is inside.

He lowered his head and asked the woman beside him, who was as calm as if she weren't a family member, "My wife, are you ready" His hand rested on the doorknob.

"Wait for me."

The taciturn woman remained silent throughout the journey, not uttering a single word, nor taking a sip of water or a bite of food. She was eerily calm. Xi Chen frowned in disapproval several times, mocking her on the plane, but she ignored him completely. She simply kept her eyes open, gazing out the airplane window without saying a word.

Today, this was the first thing this woman said.

but startled everyone around him.

A raspy, gravelly sound, like coarse sand grinding against a rusty door hinge.

As everyone knows, her voice has been hoarse for a long time, but this rough and grating sound has reached another unbearable limit.

Like two pieces of rough sandpaper, they rubbed against each other with a "scratching" sound.

Whoever it is, they can't help but feel a scratchy, unbearable pain in their throat.

Xi Chen couldn't help but stretch out his slender fingertips and gently pinch his own throat.

"What's the matter" she asked, twisting her brow in slight displeasure.

So many eyes were fixed on the woman standing at the door, all eager to see what important matter she had to attend to at this crucial moment.

That woman, however, acted as if no one was around. Under everyone's watchful eyes, she took out her powder compact from her bag and opened it, applying makeup to her face in the mirror.

"Are you still putting on makeup at this time" Xi Chen sneered, actually already very annoyed.

But the anger, it was hidden beneath a veneer of composure.

But the woman didn't care about his displeasure at all. Holding a lipstick, she carefully applied it to her lips, slowly and deliberately. Anyone who saw her would only think she was cold and heartless.

"Enough!" Xi Chen muttered darkly.

But the woman turned her head and asked him, "Do you think it's pretty"

"You...don't..." That's too much!

"He saw her, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her." Before Xi Chen could finish his sentence, he saw the woman in front of him lower her head slightly and murmur to herself.

Suddenly, his throat tightened, and a sour feeling swept through his chest.

"It looks nice," he said after a while, his voice hoarse but softened. He spoke gently, "Come in, if he knew you dressed up for him, he'd be very happy."

"Hmm."

The door opened, and a woman dressed to the nines stood at the threshold.is knees.She looked over, the person at the foot of the bed had their head hung low. A few strands of jet-black hair fell naturally across their forehead, obscuring their beautiful eyebrows. It was st...