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After modifying the pattern, Leng Ruofei began to consider the decorative elements of the cheongsam. She drew inspiration from various traditional crafts, such as embroidery, buttoning, and bead embroidery. In order to find skilled craftsmen, she asked around and even visited some old artists in person.

"Master, look at this embroidery pattern. Can you modify it according to my requirements?" Leng Ruofei held the design drawing and asked an embroidery master sincerely.

"Little girl, your requirements are not low, but I will try my best." The master took the drawing and studied it carefully.

While waiting for the embroidery to be completed, Leng Ruofei was not idle. She began to study the color matching of cheongsam, reading a lot of color books and materials, trying to find the combination that best shows the national characteristics.

"Liuliu, what do you think of these two colors combined together?" Leng Ruofei asked, holding two pieces of cloth.

Qiao Liu took a serious look at it and said, "I think it's pretty good, but you can try a brighter color."

After repeated attempts and comparisons, Leng Ruofei finally determined the final color scheme.

At the same time, she also had to communicate with the factory about production matters. She had to make countless phone calls every day to coordinate production progress, quality control and other issues. The person in charge of the factory was moved by her seriousness and persistence and fully cooperated with her work.

"Manager Li, the quality of this batch of fabrics must be strictly controlled. There cannot be any defects." Leng Ruofei said seriously on the phone.

"Ms. Leng, don't worry, we will definitely follow your requirements." Manager Li assured.

Time flies by in the busy work. In a blink of an eye, it is already late at night. Leng Ruofei is the only one left in the studio. Her eyes are bloodshot, but she is still busy under the light.

"Finally finished!" Leng Ruofei let out a long sigh, her voice filled with fatigue and satisfaction that could not be concealed. She stared at the finished cheongsam in front of her, her eyes full of satisfaction and pride, and her face slowly blossomed into a smile as bright as a spring flower.

This cheongsam quietly hangs on the hanger, like an elegant fairy, exuding charming charm. Every inch of the fabric seems to be endowed with life, gleaming with delicate luster under the soft light. The carefully sewn stitches are like lines of beautiful poems, telling of Leng Ruofei's concentration and persistence.

The most eye-catching thing is the exquisite intangible cultural heritage embroidery. This embroidery is not ordinary. Every stitch and every thread contains a profound cultural heritage and historical heritage. The embroidery thread is colorful, as gorgeous as the fragments of a rainbow. Under Leng Ruofei's skillful hands, the delicate silk thread is transformed into a bunch of delicate and beautiful peonies, with layers of petals, stretched and full, as if you can smell the rich fragrance of flowers; it is like a smart butterfly, with light and transparent wings, as if it will fly at any time. The density of the stitches is well-arranged, and the lines are smooth and beautiful, all of which show superb skills and unique ingenuity. These embroidery are not just decorations, but also an expression of art and an emotional confession. They tell ancient stories and convey thousands of years of wisdom, making this cheongsam a work of art with soul.

Leng Ruofei has been working day and night for this cheongsam. She has forgotten the passage of time and her physical fatigue, and is completely immersed in the world of creation. On countless nights, when the hustle and bustle of the city gradually subsides, her studio is still brightly lit, and the sound of the sewing machine interweaves with her thoughts, forming a moving piece of music.

At this moment, after the great joy of completing this work, extreme fatigue came like a tide. Leng Ruofei slowly sat on the chair, wanting to take a short rest, but fell asleep on the table without realizing it.

When Xiao Yiyang walked into the studio, the room was quiet. His eyes were instantly attracted by Leng Ruofei who was sleeping soundly on the table. Her face was half-hidden by her scattered hair, her brows were slightly furrowed, and it seemed that even in her sleep, there was still a trace of fatigue.

An indescribable pain welled up in Xiao Yiyang's heart. He walked closer slowly, with light steps, as if afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility. He stood quietly beside Leng Ruofei, staring at her, his eyes full of pity and tenderness.

Then, Xiao Yiyang carefully bent down and gently picked up Leng Ruofei. Her body was light and soft, exuding a faint fragrance, which was her unique scent, making Xiao Yiyang feel extremely familiar and at ease. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Xiao Yiyang picked up Leng Ruofei's bag, gently turned off the lights in the studio with his elbow, and then walked out of the studio steadily, fearing that the slightest bump would disturb the sleeping person in his arms.

When they got to the car, Xiao Yiyang first gently leaned Leng Ruofei against the door, using his body to protect her from falling. Then, he opened the door, adjusted the seat to a comfortable angle, and carefully carried Leng Ruofei into the car. Her head gently leaned against the seat, Xiao Yiyang fastened her seat belt, and took a thin blanket from the back seat and gently covered her.

After everything was settled, Xiao Yiyang gently closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, and sat in. He started the car and slowly drove out of the parking space.

The car was very quiet, with only the sound of Leng Ruofei's even breathing. Xiao Yiyang looked at Leng Ruofei sleeping in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time. The moonlight shone through the car window onto her face, casting a soft shadow. Her eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks, and her lips pouted slightly, as if she was still telling something in her dream.

Xiao Yiyang's eyes were full of concern and love. He tried to drive the car steadily and slowly, fearing that a little bump would disturb her sweet dream. Every time he changed gears and stepped on the brakes, he did it very gently, as if he was performing a silent care ceremony.

The street lights on both sides of the road quickly receded, and the light and shadows intertwined in the car. Xiao Yiyang focused on the road ahead, but his heart was filled with the distressed figure in the back seat. He recalled every bit of their acquaintance and how Leng Ruofei worked hard for her dream. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must protect her well and let her no longer suffer so much.

When the car reached a traffic light, it slowly stopped. Xiao Yiyang looked back at Leng Ruofei again, and saw that she moved slightly in her sleep, and a corner of the blanket slipped off. Xiao Yiyang hurriedly took advantage of the gap between stops to reach out and cover her with the blanket again. His fingers accidentally touched her cheek, and the warm touch made his heart tremble slightly.

The green light came on, and the car continued to move forward. Xiao Yiyang held the steering wheel steadily, his eyes firm and gentle. In this quiet night, he drove the car towards home with full love for Leng Ruofei, as if he wanted to take her to a harbor of warmth and tranquility.

When the car stopped smoothly in front of his villa, Xiao Yiyang got out of the car lightly and then carefully opened the back door. He gently held Leng Ruofei in his arms, his movements as gentle as if he was protecting a fragile treasure.

Unexpectedly, even in the slight bumps along the way, Leng Ruofei still didn't wake up. She seemed extremely tired, but subconsciously leaned closer to Xiao Yiyang's neck, her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck, and her face gently rubbed against him, as if seeking a warmer and more reassuring support. Xiao Yiyang felt her dependence, and a satisfied and gentle smile appeared on his face, that smile was full of pampering and pity.

Xiao Yiyang carried Leng Ruofei into the house. The lights in the house were soft and warm. He stepped steadily up the stairs, taking every step very steadily, for fear of disturbing the sleeping person in his arms. When he came to the bedroom, he gently placed Leng Ruofei on the large and comfortable bed, his movements as gentle as putting down a feather.

Leng Ruofei turned over in bed and mumbled a few unclear words in her sleep. Xiao Yiyang leaned in to listen, but he couldn't hear clearly. He smiled and shook his head, then carefully helped her take off her coat, his movements were skillful and meticulous, for fear of waking her up. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Xiao Yiyang couldn't help but lean over and gently kissed her forehead, then quietly left the bed.

Xiao Yiyang turned and walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower head, and let the warm water sprinkle on himself. The bathroom was filled with steam, blurring the mirror and his thoughts. Recently, the group's business was like a mess, so difficult that he felt unprecedented pressure.

The part of the affairs that Wen Zijian was in charge of also encountered many obstacles. Every decision was like groping in the fog. If you are not careful, it may lead to a complete loss. And the group wants to withdraw from the foreign capital market completely, which is by no means easy. The complex legal procedures, financial liquidation and the game of interests of all parties involved are like huge whirlpools. If you are not careful, the entire group will be dragged into the abyss. I told Leng Ruofei to relax before because I didn't want her to worry. If this matter is not handled well, I am afraid that Tianjiao will be burdened with huge debts.

Xiao Yiyang leaned his hands against the bathroom wall, letting the water wash over his body. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed fatigue and worry. He recalled the piles of documents, the endless meetings, and the open and covert struggles of various forces, and felt heavy in his heart.

However, when he thought of Leng Ruofei sleeping soundly on the bed, a warm power surged in his heart. Her existence was like a beam of light in the darkness, giving him endless comfort and courage. Xiao Yiyang knew that in order to give her a stable and happy future, he had to face it all with strength.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and let the water flow directly hit his face. At this moment, he seemed to wash away all his fatigue and worries and regain his firm and decisive self.

Xiao Yiyang turned off the shower head and picked up a towel to dry his body. He put on loose pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. Back in the bedroom, he saw Leng Ruofei still sleeping quietly, his sleeping posture as innocent as a child.