Wedding Dress

Bing lan woke up at five in the morning, in preparation to go to the hospital.

She is quitting her job at the bar today.

Staying there, it's more than enough for a year.

It's time she moves on with her real career.

Plus, one episode like Bai Ming is more than enough. If she stays longer, she has a feeling she would encounter even worse individuals.

So, she tendered her resignation verbatim - in other words, she told them 'Sorry dudes! I am emigrating!' and left them high and dry.

Then, she went to the university to fill out her scholarship application, and sign in to courses she is attending.

Who in the world could guess ?! This class actually has one more fifteen year old like her, and once again, she's not the youngest, but the second youngest.

The only thing she could say to it is … Well, thank the gods it's not Dayu.

It's not that she thought Dayu's better than her, because for all her exceptional academic skills, Dayu has zero emotional quotient and occasional butter fingers.

Even if she was given a chance to have double the memory Dayu has at the expense of her EQ, BingLan wouldn't be willing.

So, for the first time, BingLan anticipated winning scholarships all on her own merits.

Next, she went to her mother's workplace, to make sure she's not being bullied indirectly, and if indeed she is, BingLan could make excuses, and bring her mother out.

Thankfully, this time around, it doesn't seem to be overwork which delayed her mother.

Her mother collects many coupons from almost all fashion houses, and she has the inside access to some of the brands. However, when redeeming these coupons, it's first come first serve, thus, almost all employees of the fashion house are squatting with their sneakers on.

Whenever Bing Lan wants to shop, she would rather go to her mother's place and find out which item is available at an internal price in which shop, and then go buy them.

She is a fan of Desigual brand. Unfortunately, the look they have is too bohemian, for the hospital. however, many of the pieces she liked are in the current sale, so she squatted along with her mother in her workshop.

After all till today, BingLan never had enough cash on hand to just buy something she liked, rather than something she needed.

It sounds sad when put that way, but that's the case with most twenty year old students. Their parents sponsor their clothes, books and tuition. If you buy a coat that looked like rags with thousands of yuan, chances are you will be beaten till you can't sit.

Almost every purchase is a compromise between your parents and your taste.

Now, she could just splurge, without thinking.

Why?

Because she is a rich madam.

Or she is a rich 'wife' in the making.

So, she went out, to the store, and bought almost half the store, before she got back to her senses, and she reduced it to the surprisingly peppy black outfit, smart blue dress and surprisingly elegant pink jacket before going on to the next shop.

This time, she went straight to the long champ, and bought the bag she had marked long since.

Now, she could wear the diamond necklace, and diamond earrings with just the kind of outfits that match them.

She went home, changed into her newly bought dress, along with earrings and necklace.

Time to brag on social media.

She uploaded a set of pictures, if for no reason other than to brush up her existence.

After all, she's returning to school soon.

It would not do for people to not know she's coming back, be it friends or enemies.

She liked her battles early and bloody.

With this dress, and the earrings, she bet she won half of them already.

Now then, it's time for a proper wedding hanfu.

BingLan knew her mother's greatest wish was to design and sew her wedding trousseau.

She changed out of the dress, but kept the earrings and the necklace.

Her mother came back early today.

After all, today is the handing over day, and usually, they are the beginning of the free days.

"Mom!" Binglan exclaimed, hugging her.

"Ah! Get off of me! I am coming in from outside. I am all dirty!" her mother cribbed, but her hands still affectionately patted BingLans.

She kissed her mother on the cheek and let her go.

Her mother soon joined her in the hall.

"Mom! Do you remember you used to say you will sew my wedding trousseau as a hanfu? " She asked without a preamble.

"Did you get proposed to?" Her mother frowned at her.

"No, but I decided to go ahead and make it. You see, I won some prize money, and I have some cash in my hands. If I don't spend it now, I have a feeling I will let it go to waste in some unknown corner! So, would you sew a bridal hanfu for me?" she asked cutely.

Her mother smiled at her.

"Good! Good Idea. Actually, some of Valentino's red silk fabric came up for sale among my acquaintances. Our studio is implicated, and I am wondering how I could help. This will kill two birds with one stone ! " her mother answered her.

This month is the time when her mother's company chooses a new designer.

In last life, if she could say that, her mother would have lost.

BingLan wondered if this was the cause.

Were there some internal powerplay and bribery going on?

Even so, her mother probably wouldn't complain.

She is not at an age where she could build up her portfolio and see it's results.

While her mother is fashionable, she is more talented in costume design.

How devastating it must have been for her mother! Her beloved son is in jail because of some strange robbery, and her promising daughter is in hospital because her fingers are bust, and on top of it, she has lost the promotion she has been looking forward to for such a long time.

It might have been enough to drive her off the edge in last life, BingLan thought.

She really hoped it's not so, but that world doesn't belong to her any more .. so .. this is the only one she has.

While she is undergoing philosophic epiphanies, Delun was participating in a life and death fight.

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Xue Ying set up eleven drones, and controlled all of them with the skill of a virtuoso across ten screens.

He did not notice who Fan Delun was, and only concentrated on security screens making up the entire perimeter.

Behind him, two black clad men stood in straight attention, each with an earphone in their ears.

There is something wrong with this crowd, this much, Xue Ying could tell.

Then, all of a sudden, the crowd parted, and Fan Delun entered a tent area with another man.

Xue Ying noticed the conversation happening with eyes long before any of Delun's subordinates.

"Twelve o'clock, guy in green."

"Ten o'clock, grey hoodie, cap up. "

" two o'clock , The pink sweater aunt"

Fan Delun's subordinates ordered their men, and immediately, there was a commotion.

Instead of escaping, the men moved forward, and rushed into the tent.

As if given a signal, all the crowd started rushing towards the center, where Fan Delun was.

If it were anyone but Fan Delun, they would have suffered.

FanDelun Just swept the table sideways towards the crowd closing in, and then used one of the tent poles as a pole vault to jump over to where the crowd was thinnest.

The next moment, he made his way out of the crowd, and into a car.

The crowd was too late to catch up with him.

"Follow the crowd. We need to get footage of assailants.!" The two men in black urged him, leaning in towards the screens.

Three drones took off simultaneously, and followed the three people who dared to attempt an assassination.

Xue Ying followed not just those three, but also the other three who were hiding in the crowd without taking action.

Two of them discarded their cellphones in the nearest bushes, and one of them threw it in water.

The police came to control the crowd, and in the afternoon, they received entire footage with the criminal's faces marked 'Bad Man'.

Police did not know whether to laugh or cry.

All the same, they retrieved all the mobiles, and conducted a long investigation into the case.

How that went on is for another time.

Right now, it is more concerning to follow Fan Delun.

After leaving the crowded meeting area as if he was running, Fan Delun just swerved from the highway into the side road, and came back to the backside of the construction place through back alleys.

There was a man standing there, talking to the green camouflage guy from earlier.

The discussion was not going well at all.

Before they could split up or conclude their meeting one way or another, a black car raced up to them.

It swerved at the last minute, spraying dust on their faces.

Delun got down from the other side.

The dust settled on the other side.

Delun leisurely walked up to them.

"So, which one of you is the one I owe a hundred thousand to?" he asked curiously.

Instead of talking, the both men attacked him.

The guy in the security guard uniform went for his nose, while the guy in camouflage went for his knee.

Delun slapped away the punch to his face, kicked the camouflage guy in the shins.

After all, the best defense is offense.

These words are not spoken in vain.

A bitter fight ensued between all three parties.