C11 (2/2)

There were a number of cars in the house, all left behind by my husband, who used to like to collect them. To me, these cars were no different.

I picked up a black Maserati and chose the nearest shopping plaza to the company. There was a direct shop for Ye’s.

After parking the car, I leisurely walked up to the third floor of the shopping plaza — the dress area — as if I were a regular customer.

Of course, before coming to my shop, I checked on the basic situation of the other shops. As I expected, the clothing business competition has been intense for the past two years.

Just as I turned around and was about to go to the shop at the corner, I suddenly saw a very familiar figure.

That man's figure is very well-proportioned, his back is as thin as usual. With just that glance, I could feel my heart calming down, and it had been a long time.

This man, even if he turns into ashes, I will never forget him!

I stared at him, my steps involuntarily quickening as I ran in his direction. I boasted that I was a man who had always been able to control his emotions, but the moment I saw him, everything became uncontrollable.

The closer I got, the more certain I was that that person was none other than the man who should have died five years ago, the man that I couldn't let go of in my heart — Lin Mu!

I walked toward his back, intending to call out his name, but I couldn't say anything. He walked faster and faster, then disappeared, as if everything I had just seen was an illusion, as if he had never appeared at all.

I rushed into the crowd, trying to find his back, but to no avail. I searched again and again, but I still couldn't find him.

I don't know why, but my heart is filled with a deep sense of loss.

How could it be him!

Back then, I personally witnessed him being cremated. I personally saw him disappear bit by bit, turning into a wisp of smoke in the air in front of me.

How could it be him! That figure just now was just a passer-by I met by the roadside.

It must have been my lack of sleep last night that caused me to be so distracted.

I comforted myself while controlling my emotions. Forcefully gathering my energy, as if nothing had happened, I pretended that nothing had happened and headed towards the Ye’s's specialty store area.

I walked into the store. The shop manager and the clerks all looked terrified when they saw me, and I nodded slightly at them, relieved to see them all, before I began to inspect the shop.

This is probably the only place I'm happy with. They don't have the formal stuff, because that's what I hate the most.

I found a comfortable place to sit down, and the shop manager handed me the financial results of the quarter.

I gave it a cursory glance. There wasn't much of a problem, but due to the increasing popularity of the clothing market, the sales volume in the stores were barely on the rise.

”Welcome, if you need anything, you can come in and choose, oh ~” The shop assistant's sweet voice kept ringing in my ears. I didn't care about anything else and focused all my attention on the clothes in the shop.

As a top designer in the country, my requirements for clothes are not as simple as putting them together on the shelf.

I frowned. The shop looked fine, and the sales were all right, but the biggest flaw was the clothes they were wearing.

These shop assistants were too traditional and conservative to catch people's attention at the first possible moment.

As designers, at first glance we will only look at the main product, but I have been in the store for so long, there is not a set of matching to light up my eyes.

I shook my head. Looks like I'll have to find a matching consultant for every chain store.