Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 72 - 55 Embroidery_2

Chapter 72: Chapter 55 Embroidery_2

Chapter 72 -55 Embroidery_2

Soon, an elderly gentleman with snow-white hair yet bursting with energy came out, “What kind of wind blew today, for Mr.

Fu to grace us with his presence.”

This was the globally renowned master of fashion design, Mongnai.

Two years ago, he had announced his retirement from the forefront and would only take specific orders annually.

Due to past acquaintances, he now custom-made garments exclusively for Fu Siyu.

Fu Siyu nodded slightly at him, then introduced Shu Wan, “This is my wife.”

“She’s beautiful.” As a top-tier fashion designer, Mongnai had seen countless beauties, but upon seeing Shu Wan, his eyes still lit up, “Your wife is really stunning, an Eastern Muse indeed.”

Shu Wan smiled faintly, “Hello.”

“Hello.” After greeting Shu Wan, Mongnai then asked the purpose of their visit, “Are you here to make clothes for the esteemed Madam today?”

“No,” Fu Siyu took over the conversation.

“My wife has a filming tomorrow, and she needs your help to make her a dress.”

“Alright, any particular requests?”

Not to mention Fu Siyu coming to him for help, with Shu Wan’s beauty and figure, any designer would dream of such an inspiration, and Mongnai was no exception.

Fu Siyu looked at Shu Wan, “You can make as many requests as you like.”

“Okay.”

Shu Wan opened up the design she had drawn earlier at the Shadow Cutting studio, “I need a dress like this.”

In her previous life, Shu Wan was accustomed to ink painting, so even at the Shadow Cutting studio, she had drawn in ink, unable to fully represent many colors.

However, Mongnai had the most comprehensive collection of fabric types and colors in the world.

Shu Wan showed Mongnai the design while explaining the colors of fabrics she needed.

Mongnai listened attentively; he was a true master of design, able to imagine the finished product from Shu Wan’s description.

Initially, Mongnai thought Shu Wan just wanted a normal dress, but as he listened, his eyes began to sparkle, “This color combination is gorgeous!

Madam, you are truly a genius.”

“Can it be done by tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Mongnai nodded.

“I’ll start now, and if you have any suggestions, you can tell me directly.”

“I’ll join you.”

“Okay.”

Mongnai thought that Shu Wan wanted to follow him to ensure he followed the design on the paper, but he never anticipated that she wanted to help make the dress.

And observing Shu Wan’s methods, though different from Western tailoring techniques, exhibited a unique system.

“Madam Fu, what technique is this?” Mongnai was surprised.

“It leaves no traces of cutting.”

“Shadow Cutting,” Shu Wan responded as she selected fabrics.

In her previous life, Shu Wan had both strategized military formations and studied embroidery.

She didn’t see the need to separate the two.

She learned military formations because she wanted to see a broader world, and she studied embroidery because the beauty of a sophisticated lady was equally touching.

Smart as she was, under the full guidance of a Jiangnan embroidery master, Shu Wan’s level of embroidery and craftsmanship was quite superb.

“Impressive,” Mongnai praised.

At that moment, his praise was only for Shu Wan’s tailoring skills, but later, as the entire dress took shape and Shu Wan began embroidering personally, even the well-versed Mongnai was astonished.

Traditional Hua Country embroidery was quite famous in the fashion design community, and traces of it were present in many of Mongnai’s designs.

His design team included several embroidery masters from Hua Country.

Though he thought their skills were superior, upon seeing Shu Wan use six threads for embroidery, her fingers fluttering like a dancing butterfly, Mongnai couldn’t help but look towards Fu Siyu standing beside him, “Mr.

Fu, your wife has the greatest embroidery skills I have ever seen, surely she is an exceptional designer, isn’t she?”

Fu Siyu didn’t speak; his gaze was fixed on Shu Wan.

With her hair simply tied up, Shu Wan sat in front of the fabric, patiently embroidering auspicious clouds, mountains, rivers, stars, and the sea with a faint, nearly invisible fine thread into the dress.

The light poured down on her face from above, momentarily isolating her and the background.

Around her, a delicate Jiangnan mist seemed to envelop her, gently revealing the secrets of flowing time.

Shu Wan’s movements were swift, but to embroider the entire dress with the patterns she required still took a considerable amount of time.

Mongnai stayed with Shu Wan into the night, readying all necessary materials.

Although he wanted to stay and watch Shu Wan, given his age, he couldn’t keep up.

As midnight approached, Mongnai finally gave in, “I’ll go rest for a bit, come find me if you need anything.”

Shu Wan looked up, nodding at Mongnai, “Alright, you go rest.”

After Mongnai left, Shu Wan checked the time and realized nearly eight hours had passed.

She glanced at Fu Siyu, who was sitting on a nearby sofa, “Perhaps you should go back first, I might be working until tomorrow morning.”

Fu Siyu slightly tilted his head, his eyes deep.

“I wouldn’t leave you alone in an unfamiliar place; don’t worry about me, continue your work.”

Though Shu Wan was not afraid to be alone, having Fu Siyu stay indeed alleviated much loneliness.

She smiled, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Fu Siyu was genuinely considerate, and Shu Wan did not fuss further, lowering her head to continue her meticulous work.

The night grew dense like water, meandering slowly through the ancient city streets until dawn’s first light dispersed the pre-dawn darkness, painting clock tower spires golden.

With the final piece of cloud pattern secured, Shu Wan finally put down her needle and thread.

The dress was completed.