Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

On the day Peng Xiuhua proposed to Liang Siwei to break up, Xia Jinting finally made the paper pattern.

In the evening of this day, he visited Duan's mansion again. This time, there was a line of servants standing in front of the mansion, a line of welcome.

Xia Jinting entered the front hall with a puzzled expression on his face, and saw that Duan Zhengnan was already waiting there.

Different from the provocative words last time, today's Duan Zhengnan is extraordinarily well-behaved, and has completely put away his usual oily tone.

Xia Jinting took out the paper pattern and put it on for Duan Zhengnan.The pattern fit roughly, but there was some excess at the armpits and neckline. Xia Jinting stretched out his hand to straighten Duan Zhengnan's collar, but the latter hurriedly backed away as if he had been burned.

Xia Jinting paused, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Duan Zhengnan touched his neck: "We're... too close..."

Xia Jinting looked at Duan Zhengnan with an expression of looking at a fool: "What's on your mind all day long? Which tailor doesn't make clothes without samples?!"

As he spoke, he gathered Duan Zhengnan's waistline. This movement looked like he was embracing him. Duan Zhengnan immediately fanned out and pushed the person away.

Xia Jinting was speechless, pulled the measuring tape vigorously, and waved to Duan Zhengnan with a smile.

"What?" Duan Zhengnan stepped forward hesitantly, never wanting to be tied up by Xia Jinting's arms with a tape measure, and the front end was even tightly knotted.

"Since you don't cooperate, I can only use force." Xia Jinting clapped his hands and continued to test the great cause.

Without Duan Zhengnan's trouble, the sample went very smoothly, but until Xia Jinting got up to clean up, he still didn't untie Duan Zhengnan.

"You... you're done with your serious work, so just relieve me." Duan Zhengnan begged for mercy in a low voice with a bitter face.

Xia Jinting drank the incense slowly, pretending he didn't hear it.

It wasn't until the phone in the living room rang that Xia Jinting untied the tape measure "with great mercy".

Duan Zhengnan "escaped from birth" and was in a panic for a few seconds. When he answered the phone, he acted like a boss again.

The call was made by the head of the Fengxiang Opera Troupe, saying that it was Meng Jingtang's turn to take the stage today, and Duan Zhengnan was specially invited to enjoy the opera.

Duan Zhengnan glanced at the perpetual calendar, saw a big red cross on it, frowned and said, "Who are you bluffing, according to the date, today is Liu Zhifang's play, how did it become Meng Jingtang's?"

Suddenly hearing a familiar name, Xia Jinting raised his eyes and glanced at Duan Zhengnan.

On the other end of the phone, the class leader tried to apologize: "Mr. Duan, you don't know something. He was ill and couldn't be on stage today, so Jingtang was asked to replace him."

After hearing this, Duan Zhengnan's face became even worse: "Ill? What's wrong with him?" He seemed to realize that his tone was too concerned, and added at the end, "If you're sick, don't harm others on stage. Leave it to Meng Jingtang."

The owner of the theater troupe naturally obeyed Duan Zhengnan, a big customer, and only responded with all his strength, but he was ambiguous about Liu Zhifang's illness.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Zhengnan's face was very ugly, and he paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.

Xia Jinting ran into Duan Zhengnan and Liu Zhifang in the alley, knew that there was some discord between them, he didn't want to know the inside story, so he drank tea and got up to leave.

Duan Zhengnan stopped the person first: "Wait a minute, do you live in Qiren Lane?"

Xia Jinting looked at him suspiciously and nodded.

"I'll take you back." Duan Zhengnan picked up his coat and walked out without any explanation, regardless of whether Xia Jinting agreed or not.

"Mr. Duan... No need, I can..." Xia Jinting looked at the limousine in front of him, frowning slightly.

Unexpectedly, Duan Zhengnan directly blocked his way with a car, rolled down the window with a serious face, and said, "Get in the car."

Xia Jinting couldn't laugh or cry, he had never seen such a "fierce" driver.

Facts have proved that Duan Zhengnan's driving skills are just like his personality, very flamboyant.

The big car was running fast on the road, and it didn't slow down even when it reached Qiren Lane.

At this time of weekdays, there are usually three or two women in the alley gathering together to chat, but now they are all crowded at the entrance of the alley, chatting about something in a hurry.

Duan Zhengnan got out of the car quickly, and was about to walk in, but was stopped by someone.

"No, something happened in the alley!" A woman in an indanthrem cheongsam kindly reminded, "Sister Osmanthus's house is on fire."

Duan Zhengnan's footsteps stopped suddenly, he waved the woman's hand away, and ran towards Wang Guihua's house.

The woman rubbed her hands in dissatisfaction, and cursed: "Hey, why are you like this, I kindly remind you, you still have to go in!"

As soon as the words fell, another person ran past in front of his eyes.

Xia Jinting hurried on, and finally caught up with Duan Zhengnan, but the situation in front of them made the two of them look at each other in blank dismay, speechless.

The house that used to be full of life is now smoldering. Fortunately, Wang Guihua and Peng Xiuhua are outside the house, so they are safe.

"Sister Osmanthus, it's so good, what's wrong?" Xia Jinting never expected that he just went out for a trip, and when he came back, there was a fire.

Wang Osmanthus, who used to be on fire in the past, only glanced at Xia Jinting indifferently at this moment, and said in a calm voice: "The Jiang family's unmarried husband and wife are lost, do you know?"

Xia Jinting was nailed to the spot by one sentence, and fell into silence.

The Jiang family, the Jiang family, or the Jiang family, no matter where he hid, he couldn't avoid this family.

"Xia Jinting, speak up!" Wang Guihua raised her voice, "The Jiang family sent people to search, and if they couldn't find anyone, they smashed things into a mess, and even set the house on fire. You should say something!"

Xia Jinting's heart ached for the loud questioning, he couldn't bear to look at those red eyes, and there was only one sentence left at the end: "I'm sorry."

Wang Guihua couldn't hold on any longer, and slapped Xia Jinting all at once: "Why...why didn't you say it earlier!"

Xia Jinting accepted it silently, without dodging at all.

He cooperated so much that Wang Guihua couldn't slap her any longer. The always capable landlady's nose was sore and she shed tears: "What's all this?"

Xia Jinting comforted softly: "Sister Osmanthus, calm down, let's put out the fire first."

Hearing this, Wang Guihua glared at Xia Jinting, and finally stopped the attack.

She was very popular, all neighbors came to help, everyone was busy putting out the fire, when Duan Zhengnan suddenly heard asking: "Where is Liu Zhifang?"

The head of the theater troupe said that Liu Zhifang said he was sick and asked for leave, so he should be recuperating at home, but now everyone is gathering outside the house, but Liu Zhifang can't see anyone.

Wang Guifang slapped her thigh: "It's broken! He fell ill and fell asleep, and he's still in the room right now!"

Duan Zhengnan's face changed suddenly, he raised his foot and wanted to rush into the house, but Xia Jinting grabbed him quickly: "The house is burning!"

But now Duan Zhengnan couldn't listen, if Xia Jinting didn't try his best to stop him, he would have rushed into the fire.

"Calm down! The fire is under control, Boss Liu will be fine." Xia Jinting tried his best to persuade him.

Time passed by, Duan Zhengnan became more and more restless, Xia Jinting's arms were sore, and a distraction couldn't stop him.

At the moment of urgency, a hoarse voice came from around the corner: "What happened... what happened?"

Duan Zhengnan stopped when he stepped into the room, and turned his head to look at the source of the sound in panic.

Liu Zhifang stood there with a pale face, holding a khaki medicine bag in his hand.

Xia Jinting reacted very quickly, grabbed Liu Zhifang's arm, and looked him up and down.

Liu Zhifang was completely bearded and tailed, and he was not injured at all.

"Where have you been?" Xia Jinting frowned.

Liu Zhifang covered his lips with his hand and coughed twice: "I'm going to see the doctor."

"Fortunately." Xia Jinting heaved a sigh of relief, glanced over Duan Zhengnan who was stupefied, and said softly: "I didn't see you coming out of the room just now, Mr. Duan was very anxious."

Hearing this, Liu Zhifang stared at Duan Zhengnan blankly with a pair of bright eyes, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Duan Zhengnan quickly came back to his senses, one second he was so anxious that Qiqing was above him, but the next second he looked like a normal person, and said to Xia Jinting with a straight face: "You are wrong."

He stood still in front of Liu Zhifang, his usual expression of laughing and cursing was all subdued, leaving only a piercing thorn in his body: "Whether Boss Liu is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with me at all."

Xu Shi's words were too poignant, Liu Zhifang suddenly coughed violently, and the scene was once very ugly.

The heart-piercing cough was heart-wrenching, but Duan Zhengnan acted as if he hadn't heard it, and just took out his cigar to smoke.

When the matter came to this point, Xia Jinting could already see the awkwardness between the two of them. Duan Zhengnan obviously cared about Liu Zhifang, but when he was in front of the real person, he put away all his concerns.

Xia Jinting looked at Duan Zhengnan who had hidden needles in his words, shook his head disapprovingly, turned around and went to help Wang Guihua.

Everyone worked together to put out the fire. Fortunately, the house was not burned down, but it was blackened in several places, and the wooden furniture was scrapped.

Xia Jinting felt guilty in his heart, and immediately started to pack the burden.

Wang Guihua stood at the door watching him for a long time, and said quietly, "What are you going to do?"

Xia Jinting's subordinates didn't stop: "It's because of me. I live here and I will only cause trouble for you." As he said, he took out the remuneration for singing in Lido a few days ago and stuffed it into Wang Guihua's hand, "I only have If this amount of money is not enough, I will issue an IOU."

Wang Guihua weighed the money in her hand, her face was gloomy: "I have lost all the money, what should you do?"

Xia Jinting carried the packed package on his shoulders, and smiled brightly at Wang Guihua: "I'm a living person with arms and legs, can I starve to death?"

Xia Jinting wanted to go out, but Wang Guihua blocked the door firmly, staring at him with a pair of eyes: "Just tell the truth, do you agree to the Jiang family's marriage?"

"I will never agree." Xia Jinting blurted out.

"Damn it, then I won't marry!" Wang Guihua pushed her into the house, "You can live here as long as you like, the emperor is gone, now is a new era, there is no reason to marry by force !"

Xia Jinting looked at the landlady's face full of righteous indignation, and smiled sincerely, feeling very relieved.

No matter how many times he is cornered, there are always people who stand by his side.There are always some kind-hearted people who give him a breather when he is cornered.

Wang Guihua is warm-hearted, but Xia Jinting knows that he cannot stay.

His identity and residence have been exposed. If he does not leave, the Jiang family will only come to make trouble endlessly.

The kindness of others is not the reason for him to cause trouble.

"Thank you." Xia Jinting gently hugged Wang Osmanthus, "But I can't stay."

Wang Guihua was in a hurry: "The Jiang family is powerful, where can you go?"

"The world is so big, there will always be a place for me." Xia Jinting said calmly.