When she got home, with nothing else to do, she had no choice but to work on the clothes again.
Alright, she did admit that she was not very good at making these clothes, because she had already ruined two pieces of fabric, which upset her greatly. Nevertheless, Ms. Wang still insisted that she do it, and the ruined pieces she had cut up were made into kerchiefs or shoe liners by Ms. Wang.
"Tsk tsk!" Ye Ziāan came in from outside and, seeing her frowning at a pile of cloth, couldnāt help shaking his head, "Take this!" he said.
Seeing it was him, Yang Chuxia asked, "Why are you here? Didnāt mom say weāre not supposed to see each other before we get married?"
"Couldnāt I have sneaked in?" Ye Ziāan sat to the side, "Didnāt Auntie Caixia go to her house? Besides, there canāt be that many rules, I donāt believe it."
"Go ASAP, be careful or mom will scold you later." Yang Chuxia turned again to look at the bundle he brought, "Whatās in here?"
"Why donāt you open it and see?"
As Yang Chuxia opened it, her face immediately turned green.
Because what was inside was not just anything, but two sets of pre-cut undergarments. Yes, you read correctly, pre-cut, just not sewn yet.
Ye Ziāan didnāt notice her pale face, but saaid quite pleased with himself, "How about it? I knew youāre not good at these things, so now you donāt have to be troubled. I found someone from a ready-to-wear shop to help and theyāve been cut already. You just stitch them up later and pretend you made them. You can then hand them over to mom."
Then he grinned, "What do you say? I am treating you well, right?"
"Yes, you really are!" Yang Chuxia retorted irritably. "But, are you sure youāre not here to mock me for being poor at needlework? You know that I canāt get a single outfit right?"
"No, please donāt misunderstand," seeing her upset, Ye Ziāan quickly raised his hands in disarming gesture, "I genuinely feel bad for you always pricking your fingers."
"Youāre still saying I canāt make clothes, only people who canāt sew prick their fingers!"
At this, Ye Ziāan slightly winced, "So, do you want me to throw these out, or make them yourself?"
"No way!" Yang Chuxia abandoned her own pretensions and quickly fetched the bundle, "Youāve already sent them, there is no turning back now. Wasting things does invite thunderbolts."
She put the bundle away and then gloated, "Hmm, since theyāre from you, Iāll just reluctantly accept your goodwill. But you must not let anything slip in front of mom."
"Hehe, I understand." Ziāan agreed laughterly.
Yang Chuxia glanced at the clothes on the table, then dashed back to Ziāan and sternly said, "Also, it is common knowledge that I canāt sew. You cannot resent me for it later. Or else youāll have it!"
"I got it!" Ziāan took her hands and said cheerily, "You canāt sew or make shoes, you can barely make purses, you donāt like to cook or do the laundry, but thatās okay. After all, Iām not marrying a maidservent. I am marrying my wife."
Yang Chuxia was touched by what Ziāan said but also felt slightly embarrassed. Hearing his words, she seemed useless.
Trying to regain her dignity, she stubbornly declared, "You got it right!" Then after a moment, trying to find some positive attributes, she added somewhat arrogantly, "Marrying me is not a losing deal for you. If anyone dares to bully you, I will protect you."
After hearing this, Ziāan felt like laughing and crying at the same time. A woman telling a man, "I will protect you", was this really okay? How incompetent did this make him look? And whatās more, she sounded just like her father. Like parent, like child.