Xia Yuan actually had no real talent for needlework. She had been learning for quite some time now, had the best teacher instructing her by her side, but after months had passed, she barely managed to sew pieces of fabric together with the most basic two or three stitches, and her speed was as slow as a snail.
But as they say, affection cannot be bought with money.
For her enjoyment, both the courtyard home and the villa had specially designed spacious fabric rooms, complete with various types of cloth, needles, and tools, and all of the highest quality.
Lu Aiguo felt that having spare time to accompany Xia Yuan in her handicraft class, watching her patiently thread the needle and stitch, was a pleasure in itself. From time to time, Lu Aiguo would massage Xia Yuan's shoulders to prevent them from getting stiff from sitting in one position for too long.
