Ye Tianxin helped Ye Linlang to wash Tang Yuan’s little butt before changing him into clean new diapers. Tang Yuan crawled around on the colorful infant crawling pads.
Ye Tianxin flipped through the documents that were passed to her.
The person recommended by the Yan family was an expert in his field. The app that he made was very pretty.
Even Ye Tianxin couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
Ye Tianxin believed that the documents would prepare her well for the conference in three days.
With these documents, getting the title of Intangible Cultural Legacy for “Jiameng Embroidery” would be a piece of cake.
“Tianxin, she was not willing to take you in as a student because you’re learning too many things at one time. From her point of view, the only way to excel at something is to focus on it.”
Ye Linlang worried that the Hua Wuxia rejecting to teach Ye Tianxin would cause her to be upset.
Ye Tianxin leaned her head on Ye Linlang’s shoulder and said, “Mom, I’m not upset at all.”
She held Ye Linlang’s hand and said, “Mom, you don’t need to be so cautious and careful with me. I am your daughter! Although we didn’t live together, your blood forever flows in my veins. I won’t get so calculative with you and hold grudges over such small things. I’m not the kind of child that’s stubborn and refuses to reason.”
Ye Linlang’s eyes started to get a little misty.
Her daughter was so understanding, so understanding that she was feeling heartache for her.
In the end, all of this was simply because she had failed as a mother.
If she could do just a little better…
How would her daughter be a victim of such injustice and wrongs?
“Tianxin, your grandmother was saying that she wants you to wear a wedding gown that has the embroidery done by her.”
“Sure thing, but I’m just worried about grandma’s eyes, can she do it?”
The vision of people who deal with threads and needles all day tends to deteriorate much faster than ordinary individuals.
Ye Tianxin was worried that her grandmother’s eyes wouldn’t be able to handle work of such high intensity.
Ye Linlang reached out her hand and gently caressed Ye Tianxin’s hair. She said softly, “Tianxin, mom always told me that when I get married, she would embroid my wedding gown for me. Now, look at me…”
Ye Linlang looked at her daughter. In the blink of an eye, her daughter was getting married to an outstanding, extraordinary man.
As her mother, Ye Linlang felt gratified and happy for her daughter.
“Mom, I was thinking… You and dad can hold your wedding ceremony again.”
Ye Linlang’s earlobes instantly turned red from embarrassment.
“We’re already at this age… People are going to mock and laugh at us if we have a wedding ceremony now. Besides, we should live life for ourselves. The way that your dad and I are living right now is pretty good for us. Tianxin, Wutong, and I will plan your and Qingcang’s wedding ceremony very well, I promise you’ll be an absolutely stunning bride.”
How beautiful was Jiameng embroidery?
Ye Tianxin had been seeing it since her childhood.
The mountains, waters, flowers, and birds, were all so incredibly vivid.
It was almost as though… they were coming alive.
“Thank you mom, for putting in so much work for me.”
The person who’s putting in work isn’t me, Ye Linlang thought.
Her mother was the greatest, most selfless person in the world.
Just as the two were engrossed in the mother-daughter love, Ye Tianxin’s phone started ringing.
The moment she picked up the phone, Jin Zhichen immediately started speaking non-stop like a Gatling gun.
“Tianxin, turn on the TV and go tune to the first national channel.”
Ye Tianxin was a little confused. She walked to the TV and turned it on, then switched to the first national channel.
The first face that appeared on the TV screen was completely identical to when Ye Linlang was young.
The moment Ye Linlang saw that face, her heart skipped a beat.
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Ye Tianxin helped Ye Linlang to wash Tang Yuan’s little butt before changing him into clean new diapers. Tang Yuan crawled around on the colorful infant crawling pads.
Ye Tianxin flipped through the documents that were passed to her.
The person recommended by the Yan family was an expert in his field. The app that he made was very pretty.
Even Ye Tianxin couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
Ye Tianxin believed that the documents would prepare her well for the conference in three days.
With these documents, getting the title of Intangible Cultural Legacy for “Jiameng Embroidery” would be a piece of cake.
“Tianxin, she was not willing to take you in as a student because you’re learning too many things at one time. From her point of view, the only way to excel at something is to focus on it.”
Ye Linlang worried that the Hua Wuxia rejecting to teach Ye Tianxin would cause her to be upset.
Ye Tianxin leaned her head on Ye Linlang’s shoulder and said, “Mom, I’m not upset at all.”
She held Ye Linlang’s hand and said, “Mom, you don’t need to be so cautious and careful with me. I am your daughter! Although we didn’t live together, your blood forever flows in my veins. I won’t get so calculative with you and hold grudges over such small things. I’m not the kind of child that’s stubborn and refuses to reason.”
Ye Linlang’s eyes started to get a little misty.
Her daughter was so understanding, so understanding that she was feeling heartache for her.
In the end, all of this was simply because she had failed as a mother.
If she could do just a little better…
How would her daughter be a victim of such injustice and wrongs?
“Tianxin, your grandmother was saying that she wants you to wear a wedding gown that has the embroidery done by her.”
“Sure thing, but I’m just worried about grandma’s eyes, can she do it?”
The vision of people who deal with threads and needles all day tends to deteriorate much faster than ordinary individuals.
Ye Tianxin was worried that her grandmother’s eyes wouldn’t be able to handle work of such high intensity.
Ye Linlang reached out her hand and gently caressed Ye Tianxin’s hair. She said softly, “Tianxin, mom always told me that when I get married, she would embroid my wedding gown for me. Now, look at me…”
Ye Linlang looked at her daughter. In the blink of an eye, her daughter was getting married to an outstanding, extraordinary man.
As her mother, Ye Linlang felt gratified and happy for her daughter.
“Mom, I was thinking… You and dad can hold your wedding ceremony again.”
Ye Linlang’s earlobes instantly turned red from embarrassment.
“We’re already at this age… People are going to mock and laugh at us if we have a wedding ceremony now. Besides, we should live life for ourselves. The way that your dad and I are living right now is pretty good for us. Tianxin, Wutong, and I will plan your and Qingcang’s wedding ceremony very well, I promise you’ll be an absolutely stunning bride.”
How beautiful was Jiameng embroidery?
Ye Tianxin had been seeing it since her childhood.
The mountains, waters, flowers, and birds, were all so incredibly vivid.
It was almost as though… they were coming alive.
“Thank you mom, for putting in so much work for me.”
The person who’s putting in work isn’t me, Ye Linlang thought.
Her mother was the greatest, most selfless person in the world.
Just as the two were engrossed in the mother-daughter love, Ye Tianxin’s phone started ringing.
The moment she picked up the phone, Jin Zhichen immediately started speaking non-stop like a Gatling gun.
“Tianxin, turn on the TV and go tune to the first national channel.”
Ye Tianxin was a little confused. She walked to the TV and turned it on, then switched to the first national channel.
The first face that appeared on the TV screen was completely identical to when Ye Linlang was young.
The moment Ye Linlang saw that face, her heart skipped a beat.
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