The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

"Hey beautiful, take a look! All our clothes are 20% off. We design our own clothes and have them manufactured in our own factories, so the styles are different from what you see on the market. Plus, you'll receive a small gift when you come in! No need to buy anything, it's still on my way."

The sound suddenly stopped.

Gao Qinghe also felt that the person in front of her was familiar. Upon closer inspection, she exclaimed, "Mo Xiaohong?"

"Sister Qinghe! It's you!"

Mo Xiaohong was overjoyed. Seeing the familiar beauty before her, she asked in surprise:

"Sister Qinghe, what are you doing in the provincial capital?"

Gao Qinghe laughed and said, "I should be asking you that. Didn't you go south? When did you come back?"

She secretly sized up the girl in front of her. She was dressed in casual sportswear, had short hair that reached her ears, wore exquisite makeup, carried a large backpack, and had a thick stack of flyers in her hand. She looked like a young entrepreneur, full of enthusiasm.

Mo Xiaohong smiled sheepishly, "I stayed in the south for two years, but I still didn't feel comfortable, so I came back."

Gao Qinghe picked up the flyer that she had just been handed to her but which she had ignored.

It was a simple pink paper with black lettering that read "Grand Opening Sale for Custom Clothing Store" and the store address.

It seems to be in the old street diagonally opposite the department store.

"Your own shop?" Gao Qinghe asked curiously.

Mo Xiaohong nodded emphatically, her eyes brimming with pride.

"Just opened?"

"Yes, yes!" Mo Xiaohong said excitedly, "My shop is different from other shops. All the clothes in the shop are designed and made by myself. Customers can also provide pictures for customization. I have a small factory that I cooperate with, and the factory can help with processing."

"However, the technology of the factories in the provincial capital is not as good as that of the large factories in the south, so we can only make simple styles based on the designs we receive."

“But!” she emphasized again, “if I were to do it, I could make many more complex designs.”

She raised the hand that wasn't holding the flyer and shook it with a hint of pride, "I've been in the south for two years and have secretly learned the boss's skills."

After speaking, seeing Gao Qinghe still smiling at her, Mo Xiaohong couldn't help but boldly probe:

"Sister Qinghe, how about we have dinner together? It's on me. It's not far from the shop. Also, I'd like you to take a look and see if there's anything I need to improve in my shop. Is that alright?"

The young man looked at her expectantly, afraid of being rejected, and deliberately put on a generous smile.

Gao Qinghe thought about it and agreed.

"Wait a moment, I'll go make a call home to let them know."

Mo Xiaohong nodded repeatedly, and after a while she realized that she had agreed. She quickly took the initiative to help Gao Qinghe with her things, smiling so broadly that her eyes disappeared.

The two walked into the shop, and there were many vegetable vendors along the old street. Mo Xiaohong bought some vegetables there.

As she led the way, she happily recounted her experiences over the past two years to Gao Qinghe.

When she first arrived in the south, she went to work in a clothing factory with her relatives.

Because he had attended night school and was hardworking, he was promoted to team leader after only six months in the factory.

As a team leader, I no longer need to work on the production line; my job is supervision and management. Through observation and learning, I gradually understood how a garment factory operates. I also participated in several garment competitions and witnessed the diverse development of the garment industry.

I only realized then that the clothes those magazine models were wearing were called haute couture ready-to-wear, and were completely different from factory-made goods.

Gradually, things at the factory no longer interested Mo Xiaohong.

So, after a year in the south, she decisively quit her job at the garment factory and became a clothing saleswoman in a high-end shopping mall. Because of her previous experience in clothing sales, coupled with the skills she learned in the factory, Mo Xiaohong quickly gained the trust of her regular customers.

Before she returned, she was already the store manager, and her salary was quite good.

With commissions, my monthly salary is at least three thousand.

Any young person of Mo Xiaohong's age would choose to continue working for a few more years while they are still young.

To put it realistically, if you're lucky enough to hook up with a rich guy, it's not impossible to achieve upward social mobility.

Mo Xiaohong had encountered such temptations before.

A country girl like her, if she's even slightly attractive, is very likely to catch the eye of a big boss.

Because they are poor, have never seen much of the world, are naive and greedy, they are easily hooked as long as you spend a little money.

Mo Xiaohong dared not say that she could completely withstand such a test; she was just a little luckier than others and had never encountered such a relentless big boss.

Moreover, she would never be a mistress; that's her bottom line.

What others give you is never as reassuring as what you have yourself.

All she wanted was a clothing store of her own, where she could turn her wild ideas into reality, let them blossom, and find people who appreciated them.

Thinking about all this, Mo Xiaohong couldn't help but think of one person.

She was grateful to that person because she had received pure love from him, so she could easily see through false love.

Without him, there would be no Mo Xiaohong today.

"Xiao Hong, do your family members know you're back?"

Gao Qinghe did not miss the fleeting regret on Mo Xiaohong's face and tentatively asked.

Mo Xiaohong paused for a moment before shaking her head and smiling bitterly, saying, "No, only my second sister knows I'm back. She graduated from vocational school last year and is now working as a teacher at a primary school in a neighboring county."

Gao Qinghe nodded. So the family had finally managed to support one of their children. No wonder she felt that Mo Xiaohong, whom she met this time, had lost her heavy sorrow and seemed much more relaxed.

"What about the other sisters?" Gao Qinghe wasn't being nosy; she was just concerned about whether the other sisters had someone to share the burden so she could relax a bit.

Mo Xiaohong's smile noticeably brightened when she mentioned her younger sisters.

She said, "My third and fourth sisters are both in school. My second sister and I have agreed that as long as they can continue their studies, we will support them to continue their education."

"Yes, things will get better and better in the future."

Gao Qinghe gave her an encouraging smile, then suddenly noticed the stitching on Mo Xiaohong's backpack zipper and said to her with heartache:

"Don't just think about your sisters; treat yourself better too."

"Yes!" Mo Xiaohong nodded emphatically; she would.

"Here we are, right here."

The two stopped in front of a small shop less than three meters wide. Mo Xiaohong shyly introduced it to Gao Qinghe as her clothing store.

In Gao Qinghe's opinion, this small clothing store, which is both bustling and subtly orderly, is more appropriately called a private studio.

It's clear that Mo Xiaohong put a lot of effort into decorating the shop.

The first thing you see is the large floor-to-ceiling glass window at the store entrance, decorated with wooden latticework at the bottom. Inside, two mannequins stand dressed in a minimalist style with low-saturation colors, completely different from current mainstream trends. (End of Chapter)