This beautiful woman was very talkative, and after taking measurements, she began to record them.
"Making clothes was a very promising career in our time, unlike now."
Qin He smiled, "It's still promising now, there are many fashion designers."
The woman waved her hand, "I don't like working for others, being controlled. I also don't want to open a studio, being a boss is too tiring."
Qin He coughed lightly, "Then you are—"
"This is my own little courtyard, and all the fabrics inside are my favorites. I just make clothes for friends when I have time. Actually, my embroidery is not good. Otherwise, if you leave your wedding dress to me, I guarantee it will be better than what those embroiderers and those so-called German masters make."
Qin He laughed, finding this beautiful woman very easy to get along with.
The woman suddenly remembered.
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, my surname is Huang, you can call me Aunt Huang."
Qin He and Gu Ranran politely said, "Hello, Aunt Huang."
It took half an hour to take the measurements, and Qin He cooperated by extending her arms.
By the time they finished, Qin He felt her arms were no longer her own. This felt more tiring than practicing martial arts.
Aunt Huang took photos of the measurements and sent them to Mrs. Gu via WeChat.
"Alright, you both look tired. Let's go have some tea."
Qin He and Gu Ranran accompanied Aunt Huang for tea and listened to her talk about many things.
Aunt Huang was also from a wealthy family, but unlike Mrs. Gu, she didn't marry a man of equal standing. Instead, she lived a free and unrestrained life, bought a piece of land in a scenic area, built a courtyard, and pursued her hobbies.
Qin He was a little envious. To be so unburdened and free-spirited was admirable.
As they walked out with Aunt Huang, Gu Ranran's eyes held a hint of longing.
Qin He noticed.
After they got into the car, Qin He asked, "Ranran, Aunt Huang's dream is to make clothes. What about your dream?"
Gu Ranran turned to look at Qin He, "I don't know."
"Huh?"
Gu Ranran's expression was a little troubled and embarrassed, "I don't have a dream."
Perhaps it was precisely because she had no dream or reliance that she had been so reckless when she fell in love, Gu Ranran thought.
Qin He nodded, "It's okay if you don't have a dream. You can try slowly to see what you really like. Try everything, and slowly you'll know what you want to do."
Gu Ranran nodded seriously.
The two of them sat in the car, and before it started, Qin He looked at Gu Ranran and said earnestly, "Ranran, why did you change when you faced me?"
Gu Ranran's whole body trembled, "No, I didn't."
Qin He pulled at the corner of her lips, "Your personality used to be like a firecracker, but now you are so gentle and obedient it's scary. Did the time I pretended to be a villain and kicked you out of the Gu family leave you with psychological trauma?"
Gu Ranran looked at Qin He with a strange expression, "No, why would you think that?"
"Because I feel like you're very afraid of me now," Qin He sighed.
Gu Ranran lowered her head, lost in thought.
"I—"
Just as she was about to speak, the car door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.
Qin He watched as Gu Ranran was dragged out of the car by someone, her hair pulled, and dragged onto the ground.
She immediately got out of the car and rushed over.
It was Yang Hao!
Qin He's eyes sharpened, "Yang Hao, what are you doing?"
Yang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted, and he was covered in stubble.
"Bitch, you damn bitch, did you transfer the money from my account! And you called the police, saying I stole your money! As expected, capitalists like you are all wicked and deserve to die!"
Gu Ranran screamed and struggled, "Yang Hao, you brought this upon yourself. Do you think I didn't know you hired someone to push me into the river back then?"
"You knew? You knew all along, didn't you? You just wanted to harm me!" Yang Hao roared.
Gu Ranran's voice was cold, completely devoid of the gentleness she had shown Qin He earlier.
"To harm you by dating you? Look at yourself, do you think you're worthy of me!"
Yang Hao had not expected such words to come from Gu Ranran's mouth. Enraged, he pulled out a switchblade from his waist.
Qin He's eyes narrowed. When Yang Hao was pulling Gu Ranran's hair earlier, there was a brick within his reach, and she hadn't dared to step forward, fearing that Yang Hao would notice it and attack Gu Ranran.
But she hadn't expected him to bring a knife!
"Damn it, you're calling the police for fraud of two hundred million, right? I've already asked. Two hundred million! That's enough for me to serve five hundred years in prison. You want to ruin my life, so I'll take your life!"
Yang Hao directly stabbed at Gu Ranran with the knife.
Qin He lunged forward, grabbing Yang Hao's wrist. However, the knife continued to slide down, aimed at Gu Ranran's eyes.
Without hesitation, Qin He interposed her left hand.
In that split second, she had no other choice.
Feeling the knife sink into her flesh, Qin He, taking advantage of Yang Hao's attempt to shake her off, dislocated his wrist.
The switchblade fell to the ground. Qin He picked it up with her right hand and thrust the knife into Yang Hao's mouth.
"Don't move! Or I'll stab down!" Qin He said coldly, her eyes fixed on Yang Hao with a chilling gaze.
Yang Hao's tongue had already been poked by the knife, and blood flowed from the corners of his lips, but he dared not move. If the knife moved any lower, it would pierce through the back of his skull.
The spot where the knife had pierced Qin He's left hand was bleeding continuously. Gu Ranran, who had gotten up from the ground, looked at Qin He in horror.
"You, your hand—"
Qin He's voice was stern, "Call the police."
Yang Hao dared not move. After the nearby police station received the call and heard that a suspect in a two-hundred-million-yuan fraud case was assaulting someone, they immediately dispatched officers.
Ten minutes later, the police arrived and subdued Yang Hao.
The police looked at them, "According to regulations, you need to go to the police station to give a statement. However, since you are both injured like this, we'll take you to the hospital first."
Qin He shook her head.
"We can go to the hospital ourselves. You can handle Yang Hao. I'll come to give my statement after I get my hand bandaged."
The police had no objections and left with Yang Hao, pushing him along.
Gu Ranran looked at Qin He's blood-soaked hand. When Qin He had blocked her face earlier, some blood had splattered onto her face, warm.
Qin He looked at her hand and then scanned her surroundings with a frown.
This area was sparsely populated, essentially a scenic spot. Forget hospitals, it would be difficult to find a clinic even if one was familiar with the area.
Qin He and Gu Ranran decided to return to Aunt Huang's place.
Aunt Huang was startled to see Qin He injured and immediately got out her first-aid kit to bandage her.
"Oh my goodness, that's a deep wound."
Qin He gritted her teeth, her body tense as she watched her wound being opened, cleaned, and medicated.
"No ligaments or tendons were injured. Fortunately," Qin He said.
Aunt Huang looked up at Qin He and smiled with great interest, "Your hand is so badly injured, and you're not crying or complaining. You even have time to research whether your ligaments and tendons are injured?"