novelraw Chapter 868: What I Fear Most Is a Woman Crying, Especially You (1)
Chapter 868: What I Fear Most Is a Woman Crying, Especially You (1)
Mo Yinhe kept it a mystery, not specifically saying what the place was. Si Mingjing couldn’t guess and simply decided not to think about it, waiting to reach the destination like opening a gift box, her heart full of anticipation.
The car headed towards the most bustling commercial street and finally stopped at the parking lot of an exhibition hall.
She got out of the car with Mo Yinhe and walked into the exhibition hall, which was full of modern and artistic design.
There were quite a few people at the exhibition hall today. The hall was divided into five levels, with different exhibits in each area. Some people visited each floor, while others went directly to the areas they were interested in.
Mo Yinhe held Si Mingjing’s hand and took the elevator to the third floor. After stepping out, he said, "Don’t cry out of surprise later; I really can’t handle women crying, especially you."
Si Mingjing wanted to roll her eyes: "When have you ever seen me cry?"
Is she such a fragile woman?
Her tears were seldom shed!
There weren’t many things in this world that could move her to tears.
Mo Yinhe rubbed her head and led her into a tastefully designed exhibition room.
It was a jewelry exhibition room, showcasing works by many renowned jewelry designers.
As soon as she stepped into the hall, Si Mingjing’s heart skipped a beat, and she had a few conjectures. Her only connection to jewelry came from her mother. Her mother, Si Yao, was a jewelry designer. Could it be...
Si Mingjing’s spirit rose as she entered the jewelry exhibition hall.
There were many exhibits inside, divided into areas not by category but by designer. Each designer’s wax figure hung in their respective area, prominently like an oil painting.
Si Mingjing circled half the exhibition hall and finally saw her mother’s life-size wax figure.
The wax figure of her mother was very young, wearing a white suit full of design sensibility, a bracelet on her wrist that she designed herself, and a necklace she also designed around her neck, about the same height as her.
Sealed memories began to unravel in her mind as she stood quietly in front of the wax figure, her eyes instantly red and hot. A woman who just claimed to have high tear thresholds found her eyes quickly filled with crystal-clear liquid.
Mo Yinhe came over and saw the shimmering in her eyes.
"It’s so alike, but even more beautiful than my memory of my mother."
In her memories, her mother had been ravaged on the Prison Star and no longer had a face full of collagen.
Si Mingjing raised her hand to caress the face of her mother’s wax figure and turned to ask Mo Yinhe: "Did you have this made? How can it look so much like her?"
Mo Yinhe put his arm around her shoulders and said: "This is a wax figure made with 3D modeling and printing, basically a one-to-one replica. It wasn’t me who did it. It’s your mother’s former jewelry company. Seeing her injustice cleared and you becoming a prominent figure in the Chinese medicine world, being my wife, Mo Yinhe, they brought your mother back out for a photo op, using her to the fullest."
The jewelry company where Si Yao once worked pulled Si Yao out for publicity and re-released several necklaces she designed, which have now become the company’s best-sellers, selling very well.
Si Mingjing excitedly said, "Could you take a photo of me with my mother? I’ve never had a picture with her."
Mo Yinhe opened the camera function on his phone and stood back to capture several photos of her.
His photography skills were excellent, with every picture looking like a blockbuster taken by a professional photographer.
Si Mingjing wanted to see them.
She said, "You check out Si Yao’s works first; I’ll just slightly adjust the photo colors."
What he called a slight color adjustment was actually professional photographer-level retouching. Mo Yinhe had studied photography intensely in his youth, with the belief that a man not proficient in photography was unworthy of being a boyfriend.
That’s why when she was young, she loved traveling with him, with her as the model and him as the photographer.
Si Mingjing stood before the exhibition cabinet, admiring her mother’s past designs.
There were various styles of necklaces, bracelets, rings, brooches, and earrings.
A female assistant saw someone come to view the cabinet and approached to introduce herself: "Miss, all the necklaces in this display are available at our counters. If any catch your eye, you can purchase them at our counters."
Si Mingjing asked, "Can’t I buy them here?"
"Today, they are for display only. These are our group’s best-sellers for the year, all designed by the mother-in-law of Prince of Atlantis, and they’re particularly popular this year."
Hearing the assistant say this, Si Mingjing gave a gentle smile.
Both she and Mo Yinhe were wearing sunglasses, and those who hadn’t met them before did not recognize them. The assistant in front of her hadn’t figured it out and stood beside them like a guide, introducing the design concepts of each necklace or bracelet.
Si Mingjing listened attentively, as if she could deeply understand her mother through the jewelry’s design concepts.
Her mother was a talented woman who, if she hadn’t married the wrong man, would probably be living carefree and happy now, working on what she loved, spreading beauty and love to the world through jewelry.
Si Mingjing asked the assistant, "Every piece of Lady Si Yao’s work, I want them all. Can’t I order them here?"
The assistant was stunned: "All of them? Miss, all the jewelry we’re displaying today are made of diamonds or natural gemstones, each piece going for more than hundreds of thousands."
Si Mingjing wasn’t short of money; she wanted to collect more things related to her mother.
"As long as it’s Lady Si Yao’s work, I’ll take as many as there are. Could I place an order here?"
The assistant sized up Si Mingjing. Where did this wealthy woman come from?
Afraid the assistant wouldn’t be able to make the decision, or would refuse again, Si Mingjing took off her sunglasses, gave the assistant a gentle smile, and said, "These are my mother’s works. If you can’t make the decision, you can consult your superior. I don’t want to go to the exclusive store; I only want to order here. I can offer 20% above the original price."
"Oh my." The assistant couldn’t control her surprised reaction and said, "You, you are the Divine Doctor from the Prison Star, and that..."
The assistant’s gaze fell on the man beside her focused on editing photos, her heart skipping a beat.
What luck was this? She’d actually seen the real-life Prince Mo Yinhe?
"Is it possible?" Si Mingjing stepped aside, blocking the assistant’s overly excited gaze at Mo Yinhe.
The assistant quickly said, "Miss Si, I’ll call my supervisor right away."
"Okay, I’ll wait for your good news."
Mo Yinhe finished editing the pictures and sent them to her. As the assistant made her call, she concentrated on looking at the photos together.
The assistant moved aside, speaking in a low voice: "...it’s really the daughter of Designer Si Yao. She wants all of Designer Si Yao’s works. She says she wants to order on site, ...oh, alright, alright, please hurry."