novelraw Chapter 299 Extra 7: It Feels So Good to Cling to Someone's Thigh
Chapter 299 Extra 7: It Feels So Good to Cling to Someone's Thigh
Chapter 299 Extra Chapter 7: It feels so good to cling to someone's coattails!
What kind of relationship are we cultivating?!
Lin Xiyu raised an eyebrow and gave him a suspicious look.
Don't think she's unaware of the little schemes the mother and son are plotting. Her precious daughter is only three years old, and someone's already eyeing her.
They used the guise of shooting an advertisement to win people over, hoping to take advantage of their proximity.
That trick was so clumsy!
"Xi Yu, just say yes."
Wu Meng was afraid that if Li Qing didn't agree, it would delay her own money-making plans, so she urged her urgently: "Li Qing's family owns a clothing company. Business with family members is more trustworthy than business with strangers. If I didn't trust the character of the mother and daughter, I wouldn't dare to cooperate with them so easily."
"You're absolutely right."
Li Qing found her incredibly pleasing to the eye: "We deal with high-end brands that are well-known in China. Cooperating with us not only brings in a considerable income but also offers good future employment prospects. If Nuannuan really wants to become a professional model, she doesn't need to wait until she graduates from high school. I can help her find the best teachers for professional guidance."
"That would be great!"
Overjoyed, we said, "It's settled then. My Nuannuan's future is in your hands."
"no problem"
Li Qing's eyes gleamed with smugness: "Trust me, it's definitely right. I'll have someone send the contract over in a couple of days. You can discuss the details with the business department."
"Thank you, rich lady."
Wu Meng deliberately joked, "It feels so good to be clinging to someone's leg, especially such a thick leg. If you pluck a single hair from it, it would be thicker than my arm."
You mean elephant legs, right?
Li Qing laughed in exasperation, then glared at her, feigning anger.
"hey-hey."
Wu Meng smoothly replied, "No matter what kind of legs they are, I'm going to hug them."
Aunt Lin
Wang Jiarui, quick-witted, seized the opportunity to persuade her again: "My mother and I saw on the news that you designed a paper-cutting show for the little brothers and sisters on Children's Day. If you are interested in holding a real large-scale fashion show, we can also do our part. The clothing company has ready-made models who are all highly professional. Even with paper clothes, they are very confident that they can successfully complete the show."
"Fashion show?"
Lin Xiyu's eyes lit up, revealing a hint of joy.
It has to be said that these words truly touched her heart.
Since being selected as an inheritor, she has been busy honing her skills and participating in many folk culture exchange activities. Her works, such as "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" and "A Hundred Flowers in Bloom," which she exhibited at the SD Provincial Craft Exhibition, were decent but still far from her original dream.
How to make paper-cutting culture have a greater influence and allow ordinary people to truly feel that paper-cutting is closely related to their lives is a problem that has troubled her for a long time and has not been solved.
"Xi Yu, would you like to put on a fashion show?"
Seeing that her tone had softened, Li Qing's eyes lit up with joy: "I can help you. We'll handle everything from the stage set to the personnel and equipment. You just need to design the costumes, and you don't need to worry about anything else."
"I do have this idea."
Lin Xiyu didn't want to deny that she had truly persuaded the mother and son.
"Just do it if you want to!"
Li Qing perked up and urged, "With so many people supporting you, what's there to hesitate about?"
"You don't know, I had this idea before."
Lin Xiyu laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's a pity that it was rejected halfway through. All my enthusiasm was just extinguished so spectacularly."
I know about this.
Wu Meng nodded in agreement: "During that time, my mom often came to your house to teach you how to sew clothes. Later, when she found out you gave up, she felt really sorry for you."
"Who?"
Li Qing, unaware of the inside story, looked indignant: "How can you be so disrespectful? It's one thing to not support someone, but what's the point of pouring cold water on them like this? Don't you know you're making yourself unpopular?"
"That's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore."
Lin Xiyu smiled bitterly, knowing in her heart that her grandmother was doing it for her own good.
Besides, she has already passed away, so there's no point in saying any more.
Things are different now than before.
Wu Meng knew her inner conflict and tentatively advised, "Back then, you hadn't applied to become an inheritor yet, so it was better to play it safe. Now it's different. You've already gained fame, and your cutting works have been recognized. It's time to broaden your thinking and be bold in innovation."
"Xi Yu, don't blame me for being mercenary."
Upon hearing about the fame, Li Qing became interested again and expressed her intention to purchase the work: "I am very interested in collecting famous paintings and calligraphies. If you are interested in selling your work, you can contact me at any time."
"Can paper cuttings be sold?"
Wu Meng knows nothing about art.
"Of course you can."
Li Qing's eyes gleamed with smugness: "Any work of art has value as long as someone appreciates it."
"really?"
Wu Meng felt that her words were somewhat misleading, so she turned to Lin Xiyu for confirmation.
There was a moment of silence in the living room.
Lin Xiyu had mixed feelings. She had indeed thought that Li Qing was very mercenary, measuring everything by money.
However, after attending numerous arts and crafts fairs in various places, this idea has gradually changed.
At the expo, many intangible cultural heritage artworks were sold with clearly marked prices.
She also communicated with inheritors in other cities, and they shared the same idea as Li Qing: only by fully realizing the value of the artwork can more people be attracted to participate. Without any profit, it is just empty talk to pass it on.
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"What's there to ask? Paper cuttings can certainly be sold."
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Li Qing continued, "We can't sell them. How did those old craftsmen in ancient times make a living? They also had to turn their paper-cutting into cash to survive."
"Aren't paper-cuts only pasted up during the Lunar New Year?"
Wu Meng retorted, "Who usually puts up paper-cuts? Can we even fill our stomachs with the little money we earn during the Lunar New Year?"
"Big red 'double happiness' characters are also pasted up when people get married."
Wang Jiarui laughed and agreed, "But that design is quite simple, many people can do it, so it's not worth much."
"It's really quite difficult to sell paper-cutting items."
Wu Meng realized: "If they hadn't been included in the list of intangible cultural heritage for protection, and no policies had been introduced, they would have disappeared sooner or later just because of hobbies."
"Aunt Lin, I have an idea, what do you think?"
Wang Jiarui had a sudden inspiration: "In ancient times, people would paste up the character '囍' (double happiness) during festivals for good luck. Nowadays, handmade paper cutting is no longer fashionable and is mostly replaced by printed products. Printed products are inexpensive and widely accepted by the public. We can't compete with printed products. We can change our approach and not limit ourselves to festivals. We can combine paper cutting with other everyday household items that people use to create new value."
"Good guy"
Wu Meng chuckled and teased, "This kid is really quick-witted; he can talk a good game."
"Jia Rui."
Li Qing felt very proud: "Since you have an idea, don't keep it a secret. Just tell me so that Aunt Lin can hear it and have a better idea."
"This is what I think."
Wang Jiarui didn't keep them waiting long. After a moment's thought, he gave an example: "Paper cutting can be made into all sorts of exquisite little things, such as fans."
"fan?"
Wu Meng looked completely bewildered: "How do you make this? Are you suggesting folding red paper into the shape of a fan and cutting out some patterns on it? Paper fans break too easily, who would be willing to spend money on one?"
“It’s not about folding paper.” Wang Jiarui had his own opinion: “There are pure white fan surfaces used to paint landscapes, flowers and birds, right? We can borrow those and stick our paper-cutting works on them.”
"Oh, I understand."
Wu Meng suddenly realized: "I've seen that thing you're talking about before. It's sold in cultural markets for a few yuan a bunch, it's quite cheap."
"It's cheaper to buy directly from the factory."
Li Qing was particularly sensitive to prices and responded to the conversation very smoothly.
Whether it's cheap or not is another matter.
Lin Xiyu frowned: "You two, don't interrupt each other. Let Jiarui finish what he has to say."
"Okay, okay, we won't say anything more."
Wu Meng laughed awkwardly, exchanged a glance with Li Qing, and both shut their mouths with embarrassed smiles.
"Having fans alone is not enough; we also need to work on the patterns of paper-cutting and the target consumer group."
Encouraged, Wang Jiarui spoke with more confidence: "The patterns should have a meaning, such as the twelve zodiac animals. The target consumer group is children under 8 years old. Use ingenious designs to cut out cute and silly little pets to attract children's love."
"Wow, this is truly eye-opening."
Hearing this, Wu Meng couldn't help but interject, "How did Jia Rui's little brain grow? How is he so smart?"
"Of course."
Li Qing got cocky again: "Don't you even know whose son he is?"
"Wang Fan's son."
Wu Meng deliberately argued with her.
Before he could finish speaking, the living room fell silent again.
"You always have to bring up things you shouldn't."
Lin Xiyu smiled helplessly and broke the silence: "Why bring up him of all people? It's just annoying for no reason."
"It's alright, my daughter and I are used to it."
Li Qing merely frowned slightly before putting on a nonchalant smile again: "No matter how much of a womanizer he is, or how many romantic entanglements he has outside, he is still Jia Rui's biological father, and that will never change."
"He has such a smart son like Jia Rui, isn't he satisfied?"
Wu Meng felt sorry for her: "You have a good temper. If it were me, I would have lost my temper long ago. I would have to chase him with a knife every day. If he hooks up with someone, I would chop him up and see if he would dare to philander outside again."
"I didn't realize you were such a shrew?"
Li Qing chuckled and teased him in return, "Is this how you tamed your Liangzi? He's so timid and submissive in front of you, he doesn't even dare to raise his voice."
"Uh."
Wu Meng paused for a moment, just about to boast a little, when she saw Gu Bin lift the curtain and walk in from outside, she immediately shut her mouth.
Gu Bin glanced at her with a half-smile, placed a bottle of chilled plum juice on the coffee table, picked up the plate of fruit peels his wife had left over, and turned to leave.
"Look."
Wu Meng glanced guiltily at his back and said, pretending to be calm, "This is a truly devoted husband. My Liangzi can't compare."
"hehe."
Gu Bin could easily tell that he was trying to curry favor, and he let out a mocking laugh.
Seeing that she was so sensible, he reluctantly agreed to keep it a secret for her and not tell his childhood friend.
As for those remarks that criticized Wang Fan, just take them as a bit of fun.
It's only because Wang Fan isn't here. If the real Wang Fan were here, she wouldn't dare to spout such nonsense even if she had eight hundred times the courage.
Given her cowardly appearance, the thought of her trying to chop someone with a kitchen knife is just hilarious.
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"Our Jiarui is very sensible; he'll definitely be a loving husband when he grows up."
Seizing the opportunity, Li Qing secretly hatched another scheme, deliberately praising her son.
"Jia Rui is very good."
Lin Xiyu found Wang Jiarui extremely pleasing to the eye at that moment.
Putting everything else aside, this child's cleverness alone makes him very likable.
"I heard that you two are engaged since you were little?"
Li Qing's eyes darted around, taking the opportunity to pave the way for her son.
"You're quite well-informed, so what?"
Lin Xiyu raised her eyebrows slightly and deliberately asked a question.
You can't show favoritism!
Sure enough, the next second, Li Qing's little scheme could no longer be hidden, and she made a blatant request: "Gu Bin's four childhood friends are very close, and outsiders can't compare. You have four babies, and you've already reserved one for Wu Meng, so naturally you can't leave out me and Qiao Lin, right?"
"Oh."
Lin Xiyu smiled teasingly, revealing an expression that said, "I knew it all along." "Your calculations are so precise, they're practically jumping into my face."
"Didn't you just say that our Jiarui is very good?"
Li Qing couldn't wait to promote her son: "Such an outstanding child, paired with your precious daughter, isn't it a match made in heaven?"
"Cough cough."
Wang Jiarui left his mother speechless.
The young boy was shy and his face turned bright red.
"Jia Rui is very good."
Lin Xiyu was too embarrassed to criticize her in front of the child, so she said it tactfully: "But my daughter is too young, she doesn't have that kind of luck."
"A ten-year age difference is not small."
Li Qing said nonchalantly, "When Lele was eighteen, Jiarui was only twenty-eight. Boys mature late, so twenty-eight is just the right age to start dating."
"Lele?"
Lin Xiyu raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with doubt: "How can you be so sure that Jiarui likes Lele?"
"Uh."
Li Qing paused, looking a little embarrassed.
She was too embarrassed to admit it directly, but she wanted her son to marry Lele because she saw that the couple doted on Lele more.
"Lele is not in good health, so you'd better not pursue her. We need to raise this daughter for a few more years; we can't give her away so easily."
Lin Xiyu frowned, but did not directly point out that she had a knot in her heart.
They were afraid that Lele would suffer the same fate as her brother-in-law's wife during childbirth, and even after she had heart surgery, they still couldn't feel at ease.
"If Lele won't work, then let's go with Xixi."
Li Qing was determined to get her son connected to the couple, and she didn't really care which daughter he married.
Xixi and Lele are both my own daughters; they are equally dear to me.
Judging from how much the couple dotes on their daughter, they won't let their son suffer no matter which one he marries.
"Aren't you just putting in all this effort for nothing?"
Lin Xiyu glanced at Wang Jiarui's flushed face and teased him playfully, "An'an and Nuannuan are young and don't understand things. Saying it's a marriage between children is just for fun. Jiarui is different. He's grown up and has his own ideas. As his mother, you can't go against his wishes and try to arrange a marriage just based on your own preferences."