Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 81: Tailor-Made

’Ah, forget it. The girl’s parents had already gone out. One more little kiss should be fine, right?’

But just then, she felt a gentle tug on the hem of her skirt.

She looked down—

A little girl in a floral dress with her hair in two little pigtails was standing in front of her. With an innocent look, she said, "Big sister, you can’t do that! Mommy says only daddies and mommies can touch a girl’s lips. Brother Fei is a boy, so he can’t kiss you!"

A simple kiss, and she had been walked in on twice.

Song Qingya immediately pushed Fei Jin away, not knowing what to do with her hands.

’I wish I could find a hole to crawl into.’

Fei Jin had met Luo Weiwei twice before.

He sighed, crouched down, and gently patted the girl’s head.

"Weiwei, have you forgotten? You’re supposed to call me Uncle Fei, not Brother Fei."

His tone was gentle and patient.

"Also, what your mommy meant was that you shouldn’t just kiss any boy or girl. But look, this pretty auntie is Uncle Fei’s wife. We’re just like your mommy and daddy, see?"

Luo Weiwei pondered this seriously for a long moment before finally reaching a conclusion.

"Wrong!"

She planted her hands on her hips, her big, round eyes wide and her cheeks puffed out slightly. She declared with great certainty, "My mommy would never kiss my daddy. Mommy only hits Daddy really hard."

"..."

"Luo Weiwei! How did you get in here?"

Yang Yingzi, having just handled things with Luo Fuman, was now pulling her husband through the door.

The two of them were even talking and laughing as they walked.

But the moment they pushed the door open, they heard their daughter’s outburst. Their expressions changed instantly, and Yang Yingzi quickly stepped forward to pull Luo Weiwei behind her.

"Xiao Fei, Qingya, I am so terribly sorry. This child has no filter and is used to spouting nonsense. Fuman and I actually have a wonderful relationship. Why would I ever hit him? Isn’t that right, Fuman?"

As she spoke, Yang Yingzi gently nudged Luo Fuman’s arm with her elbow.

How could Luo Fuman dare to say no? He didn’t even dare to look at anyone else. He could only bite the bullet and play along, shooting a look at his comrades present while forcing out a dry, "Of course."

Yang Yingzi was a local, born and raised in the town.

She had an outgoing personality, a silver tongue, and a clear, carrying voice. She was famously articulate and could talk a mile a minute.

She was also great at livening up a room.

Wherever she went, she could always get people going and make the place feel festive.

Sure enough, she didn’t stay idle after entering the house.

One moment she was touching this, the next she was pointing at that, greeting people and starting to liven up the atmosphere all at once.

She also had Luo Fuman take the gifts they’d brought out of a bag to show everyone, making it clear they came with the utmost sincerity and weren’t cutting any corners.

"Come, come, Qingya, try on this shawl and see if it fits!"

Yang Yingzi smiled as she reached into her bag and pulled out a finely crafted shawl with a butterfly pattern.

She walked a few steps forward and handed it to Song Qingya personally.

The shawl had soft colors and an elegant pattern.

The moment Song Qingya touched it, she knew it was high-quality. The material was soft and comfortable, with a fine, smooth texture.

Moreover, the craftsmanship was exquisite and the style was very chic.

In an era when material goods were not yet abundant, a shawl like this was a rare find on the market.

It was not only practical but also very tasteful; Song Qingya herself quite liked it.

"Sister-in-law, I can’t possibly accept this. It’s such a valuable gift, and this is our first time meeting. It’s too much."

Song Qingya had once made a special trip to the black market to inquire about the prices for similar shawls.

That was how she knew that a high-quality, exquisitely patterned shawl like this was worth about seven or eight yuan.

For many ordinary people, that was an entire month’s living expenses.

But she never would have imagined that Yang Yingzi would insist she take it.

"Just take it, Qingya. Take a look, see how perfect it is for you!"

She said this with a tone of utmost sincerity, her eyes smiling.

"You dress so simply, this shawl will be the perfect finishing touch! And look at the pattern, doesn’t it suit you perfectly? It makes you look so gentle and elegant!"

’Though she said this, she was actually a little nervous inside.’

’After all, as the saying goes, "clothes make the man."’

’No matter how beautiful an item is, it all depends on the person wearing it.’

This shawl was a gift from her cousin in the provincial capital last year.

She had always felt it was a bit too flashy and extravagant for her own style.

So it had been sitting at the bottom of a chest, never taken out.

But she hadn’t expected that the moment Song Qingya draped it over her shoulders, it would look as if it had been tailor-made for her, completely losing that busy, exaggerated feeling it had before.

Instead, it made her look even more gentle and graceful.

The sight even made Fei Jin take a second look.

He then commented softly, "It really does suit Qingya."

Hearing this, Yang Yingzi was overjoyed. Her face bloomed into a wide smile as she said smugly, "Isn’t that right! The moment I saw it, I knew that only a beautiful and elegant girl like you, sister-in-law, could pull off this shawl!"

She was very pleased with herself as she delivered these lines.

However, what few people knew was that ever since she’d heard that Luo Fuman planned to visit Fei Jin this weekend, Yang Yingzi had been secretly hatching another plan.

She had mulled it over for a long time. Her impression of Fei Jin was excellent.

This was because, from everything she had heard from her husband, he was a young but important leader who was deeply trusted by his superiors.

Not only did he have a solid background and outstanding abilities, but he was also considered one of the most promising candidates for promotion to a key position on the team.

For her family, if they could get a little closer to Fei Jin, it would definitely be a huge help for her old man’s promotion prospects on the team in the future.

The trouble, however, was that the man was too upright and by-the-book.

Fei Jin had already visited their home twice.

But each time, he refused to drink or accept any gifts, let alone mention anything he liked.

This made things especially difficult for Yang Yingzi, who wanted to curry favor but had no idea how to go about it.

The atmosphere had been quite relaxed when the family was having dinner a few days ago.

Who would have thought that after a couple of extra drinks, Old Luo would get loose-lipped and say a few things he shouldn’t have...

Thinking back on it now still made her a little annoyed.

"All of Xiao Fei’s attention is on his wife right now," he had said.

"Instead of wracking our brains trying to figure out what Xiao Fei likes, why not try a different approach?"

"Let’s find out what the new sister-in-law’s preferences are."

Yang Yingzi happened to overhear these words.

Song Qingya’s eyes narrowed slightly. Looking at the beaming Yang Yingzi before her, she saw everything as clear as day.

’This woman isn’t just generous, but each gift she gives is more impressive than the last.’

’She even specifically chose a few of what seemed to be her most presentable items to give.’

’Behind these actions, I’m afraid it’s not just about simple camaraderie between her husband and Fei Jin.’

’It’s more likely that she has her sights set on Fei Jin’s status and position.’