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Song Xiangsi wanted to curse, to curse at a lunatic. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Meng Ling Xuan released her. He turned around, gave her a deep look, and walked back into the house.

Song Xiangsi's heart beat like thunder. She stood in the courtyard for a long time without recovering her senses. It was only when a gust of wind blew by that she finally regained her senses.

"Meng Ling Xuan, you bastard!"

She gritted her teeth and went back to her room, huffing and puffing as she slammed the door.

Meng Ling Xuan lay on his bed, listening to the sounds coming from next door. The corners of his lips curled up as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Song Xiangsi woke up. Seeing that the door across the street was still closed, she did not greet Meng Ling Xuan. After breakfast, she led her younger brother and sister to the town and went to the store.

However, he was surprised to find that Meng Ling Xuan was already waiting there, and was currently standing in the middle of the bed with Ender, discussing something.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes and walk in.

"Eh, Miss Song, you're here." Ender called out to her with a smile, then turned around and went back to talk to Meng Ling Xuan.

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips but did not say anything. She began to inspect the interior decoration of the store.

It had to be said that the hands and feet of Ender's group were truly slippery. In just a few days, the shop had been pretty much renovated, and even the shop had been cleaned for her.

Meng Huaxuan glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before nodding to Ender. He then turned around and walked in the direction of Song Xiangsi. "Why are you up so early? Why aren't you sleeping for a while longer?"

These words … It's very easy to get fanciful.

Song Xiangsi's mouth twitched slightly as she looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, "Didn't you wake up earlier than me? "What, did you get a setback last night and didn't get a good night's sleep?"

She thought darkly, I deserve your sleep for teasing me.

At first glance, Meng Ling Xuan was able to see through her thoughts. He chuckled, and then told what he had just told Ender to Song Xiangsi.

"Didn't you want to find an embroidery female apprentice? I saw that you were too busy, so I asked Ander to help you find a few."

Song Xiangsi's eyes lit up. That's right, why didn't she think of that? The more people there were, the better it would save her the trouble of running away one by one. Furthermore, the introductions they made would definitely be more reliable than the ones she found on the streets.

"Cough cough — —" Song Xiangsi clenched her fist and coughed lightly on the corner of her lips. Looking at Meng Ling Xuan, she thought to herself, seeing as how thoughtful he is, I shouldn't bother with him about what happened last night.

"Heh — Miss Song, I've brought you the things that you've ordered."

A joyous voice came from the door. Song Xiangsi raised her head and saw that the furniture shop's waiter, Ah Qiang, was smiling at her. Beside her was a huge pile of wooden furniture, all wrapped in linen cloth.

Song Xiangsi often went to the shop, so she recognized him as well. She went up to him with a smile and said, "Thank you for your help."

As she said this, she quickly called for the workers to place the items in the appropriate places according to her request.

When they opened the wooden models, the workers were curious. They went up to him and patted his shoulders. "Boss, what is this thing?"

This was the first time they had met.

Song Xiangsi smiled and recounted the general usage of the models. Everyone thought it was rare that Song Xiangsi had the ability to come up with such a good idea.

Song Xiangsi was praised to the point that she felt a little uncomfortable. She had seen them all in the modern era. It could be considered as introducing the experiences of her predecessors. It could not be considered her own design.

Now that the decorations and furniture had been completed, Song Xiangsi began to hire people to make small advertisements. She designed them herself and then went to the printing workshop to photocopy them. She planned to distribute them on the opening day.

With this thought in mind, Song Xiangsi got the workers to help her settle down, settled her wages, and went to Zhou Xiufang's home to prepare her small advertisement.

Song Xiangsi did not have to go to the county town for the past two days. She was just sitting at home, planning things out. She was stifling in her heart and refused to pay any attention to Meng Ling Xuan as she watched him with a stern face and refused to speak.

Song Xiangsi had been a little troubled while she was sitting at home designing the promotional map. She suddenly recalled that she had not yet chosen a proper name for her clothing store.

However, in her previous life, she didn't like these literary things. She rarely read any of the ancient books, and in this place that was filled with the scent of books, her vocabulary was insufficient.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a suitable name.

Coincidentally, Meng Ling Xuan had just delivered something to her. Her eyes lit up. This person must have been the young master of a wealthy family before. He must have read books.

"Cough …" "That …"

Her eyeballs rolled in her eye sockets. Embarrassed, she coughed twice at Meng Ling Xuan. She felt somewhat regretful in her heart. Why did he have to get mad at him a few days ago when he had nothing to do?

Meng Ling Xuan put down his stuff and raised his eyebrows. He turned to look at Song Xiangsi with a teasing look in his eyes. "Are you talking to me?"

Song Xiangsi straightened her body and answered dejectedly, "Yes, I have something to talk to you about."

As he laughed, he walked forward. "I do remember that some people have been ignoring me these past few days, as though they wanted to draw a clear line between them."

Song Xiangsi curled her lips, "Why do you still remember? A grown man is such a womanizer, it's not good to be so petty."

Meng Fanxuan choked and pursed his lips. "But I just don't know how to help, so I'm not going to help."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out without any hesitation.

Unexpectedly, Song Xiangsi gritted her teeth, "Hey, hey, hey. I really have something to talk to you about."

The corner of Meng Fanxuan's lips curled up into a slight smile, but he didn't stop. He refused to turn around, and in a deep voice, he replied, "I really don't want to help. Go look for someone else."

"No way!" Song Xiangsi grew anxious. She quickly put down her brush and chased after him, "Those people around me are all old and coarse. They aren't as refined and knowledgeable as you. Only you can help me with this matter."

As she spoke, she was also afraid that Meng Ling Xuan would walk away so quickly. She quickly grabbed his sleeve, turned around, and stopped in front of him. She stared at him with a pair of watery eyes.

"You must help me with this favor."

Meng Huaxuan raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and stared coldly at her. "Considering how sincere you are, I'll consider whether or not I should help you first."

Song Xiangsi took a deep breath, and told herself to remain calm. She was begging him now, and she absolutely couldn't get angry, so she forced a smile and said: "You've read a lot, can I trouble you to help me choose a name for my store?"