Lu Qingqing flicked the invitation, a sneer creeping across her face.
If Song Xiaorou thought this was enough to stump her, then she was truly naive!
"Do you need my help?" Fu Yisheng asked, "My mother is especially fond of cheongsams, and has collected many masterpieces. They were made by veteran tailors from fine materials my father collected earlier on, and many haven't been worn because my mother often takes them out to appreciate, so they're well-preserved and clean. They're all in standard sizes; I don't know if they'd fit."
Lu Qingqing thanked him first, then said lazily, "No need, I have cheongsams."
"Hmm?" Fu Yisheng raised his eyebrows, "It's not the bridesmaid dress you wore at Wang Sheng's wedding, is it?"
At the banquet that day, the bridesmaids' exquisite cheongsams left a deep impression on him, and Lu Qingqing's bracelet, dense with rich green jade, had deterred many wealthy businessmen and young heirs.
