80s Marriage Swap: My Should-Be-Dead Husband Lives On-Chapter 175: Life Back on Track

Jiang Jingming toyed with Sang Yu’s hair: "Hanging suicide."

Sang Yu’s eyes revealed a hint of shock: "Suicide?"

Suddenly, she recalled the scene she had seen earlier at the hospital with Song Jiajia.

At that time, Sang Yu thought Song Jiajia would go berserk like before.

But that day, Song Jiajia was exceptionally calm, enveloped in an indescribable emotion.

Back then she didn’t understand, didn’t know how to describe it, but now she got it.

It was an air of death.

Sang Yu suddenly felt a bit melancholic.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Jingming sharply noticed Sang Yu’s mood suddenly dipping.

Sang Yu shook her head: "Nothing, just a bit surprised."

"Why would she commit suicide?" Sang Yu asked, vaguely guessing something.

Jiang Jingming: "Her child was gone, because Lu Hao’s group didn’t send her to the hospital immediately after she gave birth. She hated Lu Hao’s group, poisoned them with rat poison, and then hanged herself."

It was pretty much what Sang Yu had guessed.

Suddenly, she felt Song Jiajia actually quite pitiful, after all, what she did wasn’t serious enough to warrant such a heavy price.

But the person was already gone, saying more was of no use.

Not many cared about Song Jiajia’s passing, Sang Yu only felt a bit regretful for a while before gradually forgetting.

After all, to her, she didn’t have much of a relationship with Song Jiajia.

In this world, probably only Chen Jinlan would remember Song Jiajia.

When Chen Jinlan passed away, no one would remember Song Jiajia anymore.

Sang Yu’s days were only melancholic for a few days because of this news, gradually she forgot too. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Sang Yu began to immerse herself in her career.

Everything slowly started to fall into place.

...

Spring passed, autumn came, in the blink of an eye, a year had gone by.

Sang Yu’s cheongsams had become a renowned brand among the upper class in Shanghai, attracting daily orders, completely filling up the slots.

Sang Yu was so busy every day she barely touched the ground, but she enjoyed it.

She felt she found a new direction in her life, opening up a new world.

One day, Sang Yu was working in the studio.

Wei Lai suddenly came looking for her.

"Sis, sis, sis." Before arriving, his voice was heard.

"Sis, are you busy?" Wei Lai approached Sang Yu.

Sang Yu: "Not really, do you need something?"

Wei Lai: "Sis, are you busy lately?"

Sang Yu paused her work: "Not really."

Wei Lai chuckled: "Sis, I want to ask you a favor."

Wei Lai finally found the opportunity, though he wanted to speak to Sang Yu months ago.

But noticing Sang Yu was busy opening a shop, he was hesitant to mention it.

Now, he finally got the chance.

Sang Yu looked puzzled at Wei Lai: "What favor?"

Wei Lai: "I want you to design a dress."

"What kind of dress?" asked Sang Yu.

"A dress designed especially for Qinghuan, preferably a unique one." said Wei Lai.

Wei Lai and Liu Qinghuan’s relationship was known to be six months old.

How should I put it, unexpected yet seemingly sensible.

"Why did you suddenly decide to design a dress for Qinghuan?" Sang Yu asked curiously.

Wei Lai scratched his head shyly, "Actually, it’s not sudden, during the Lantern Festival Qinghuan made a wish, hoping for a dress uniquely hers. I’ve been remembering it. When committing to her, I intended to gift a dress, but you were too busy then, so I didn’t mention it."

Sang Yu pondered, it seemed Wei Lai intended to seek her help before, but she was occupied with opening the shop so didn’t pay much attention.

Additionally, Wei Lai didn’t mention it, and she didn’t follow up.

"Do you know what type of dress she wants?"

Designing a dress isn’t hard, but to ensure it suits and is unique, knowing the other’s thoughts would be best.

This made Wei Lai slightly troubled because he wanted it to be a surprise for Liu Qinghuan.

Seeing Wei Lai’s dilemma, Sang Yu thought for a moment and said: "Why don’t you tell me your feelings about Qinghuan, and your thoughts on her character."

From Sang Yu’s view, Liu Qinghuan seemed a bit one-dimensional, but combined with Wei Lai’s perspective, a fuller image might form.

Then she could design a dress for Liu Qinghuan based on that image.

"Sure."

Wei Lai began speaking freely, as if opening a floodgate, speaking endlessly.

Sang Yu listened, her eyes showing traces of amusement.

Wei Lai talked for nearly an hour, finally nearing an end.

Sang Yu hadn’t expected Wei Lai to be somewhat of a love-struck fool, in that hour, all she heard were Liu Qinghuan’s virtues.

In Wei Lai’s eyes, Liu Qinghuan seemed flawless.

"Do you think she likes what type of dress?"

Wei Lai replied outright: "I think she prefers Western style dresses, sis can you make one?"

Sang Yu nodded: "Definitely."

Wei Lai: "That’s great, sis, how much is the deposit?"

"No deposit needed, consider it a gift from me to you both."

"How can this be? Sis, your dresses sell for over four hundred now, I can’t take advantage like this."

Sang Yu’s rising fame meant many sought her dress designs.

If he truly paid nothing, Wei Lai would feel guilty.

Sang Yu thought it over and said: "Then just pay one hundred."

Wei Lai wanted to pay more but Sang Yu interrupted: "Okay, just one hundred, disagree and I won’t make it."

Wei Lai could only agree with Sang Yu.

"Thank you, sis."

Sang Yu: "We’re family, no need for thanks, you both just be well."

Wei Lai nodded firmly, saying: "We will, thank you, sis."

He felt a task resolved, once Sang Yu completed the dress, Wei Lai planned to use it to propose to Liu Qinghuan.

Sang Yu and Wei Lai confirmed some details, and Liu Qinghuan’s size.

From here it was up to Sang Yu, Wei Lai trusted her immensely.

Sang Yu didn’t disappoint, working diligently for days, sketching several drafts before finalizing.

Among these, Jiang Jingming made numerous suggestions.

Sang Yu realized Jiang Jingming had a gift for design too.

His suggestions were particularly apt.

"Jiang Jingming, I think if you became a designer, you’d achieve quite a bit." Sang Yu said, lounging in Jiang Jingming’s arms after bathing.