2742 Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (260)

The Feng family's Di Ruiling Craft Workshop was where he used to work with his wife. There were too many beautiful memories there. After his wife passed away, he sealed the workshop to commemorate her.

All these years, Feng Yuanshan had not opened the workshop and would only go there for a while on his wife's death anniversary each year. Now his grandson wanted to open the workshop. Why?

"Don't you have the world's most advanced jewelry production line? Why do you suddenly want to open a craft workshop?" Feng Yuanshan asked.

"Grandpa, I know that the workshop is where you and Grandma used to work. It's a very precious place for you. But now, because Qiao Ruoxi is going to participate in the Di Ruiling Jewelry Design Competition, she needs a craft workshop, so I want to take her to our very own."

Feng Yunan explained a lot of things and Feng Yuanshan figured out the reason. It turned out that his granddaughter-in-law wanted to use a craft workshop for her design. It was just a matter of a few words.

"Oh, you're on the right track! If Ruoxi wants to use it, I can give it to you. I'll get someone to give you the key later."

The old man ended the call happily. Feng Yunan could not help but smack his lips. It was not that he had not mentioned about reopening the craft factory in the past, but the old man had never agreed to it. Now that he said it was because of Qiao Ruoxi, the old man actually agreed to it straight away?

He's too biased!

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Qiao Ruoxi was in a good mood and her inspiration came quickly. She spent the whole afternoon in the study, writing and drawing on her manuscript.

She kept drawing until her neck was sore. Then she raised her head and looked at the time. It was seven in the evening. Oh no, she had not prepared dinner.

Qiao Ruoxi threw down her paintbrush and rushed out of the study. She ran downstairs and happened to bump into Auntie Jiang. "I'm sorry, Auntie Jiang. I forgot to cook."

She had told Auntie Jiang that she would be responsible for lunch and dinner, but she had forgotten about it.

"It's okay. We've already prepared dinner. Ruoxi, you can go get Young Master to come down for dinner."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Qiao Ruoxi turned around and ran upstairs to the master bedroom. She did not see the man and finally saw him working in the study.

The door was slightly ajar and she popped her head out as she exclaimed, "Mr. Feng, you can go down for dinner now."

"Yes."

Feng Yunan closed the laptop gently and got up immediately.

The dinner was quite harmonious. The two of them did not talk much, but they could feel a tacit understanding between them. Auntie Jiang looked at the two people at the table and thought to herself, 'Looks like the conflict between them has been resolved.'

This was good. Feng Yunan had changed a lot since he got together with Qiao Ruoxi, who was the only one that could control his temper now.

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It was a quiet night. The next morning, Qiao Ruoxi saw Feng Yunan change into a white shirt and a pair of straight black trousers. He had regained his usual calmness and handsomeness.

Looking at his complexion, he already looked much better. A minor cold was not a big deal to him.

"Mr. Feng, are you going out?" Qiao Ruoxi asked.

"To the office." Feng Yunan was tying his tie in front of the mirror.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

Qiao Ruoxi was slightly surprised. He was going to the company, so she didn't have to stay at home with him. She could also go to work?

"Let me help you!"

In order to take him away as soon as possible, Qiao Ruoxi took the initiative to go up to him like a considerate little wife and helped him tie his tie.

He was so tall that she had to stand on her toes to get the button on his collar.

They were so close that Qiao Ruoxi could clearly see his smooth and beautiful chin and perfect jawline…

At the same time, she could feel the burning gaze above her head sweeping over her. For some reason, she felt a little flustered in her heart. She was so nervous that she did not dare to look up at him.

"Done." Qiao Ruoxi put on her tie and took two steps back, keeping her distance.

Feng Yunan was very satisfied with her performance. He buttoned his shirt and asked, "Aren't you going to work?"

"I'll go."

"What are you waiting for?" he urged.

"Okay." Qiao Ruoxi blushed and ran out of the master bedroom.

Qiao Ruoxi packed her things and went downstairs. When she arrived outside the villa, she saw that Feng Yunan's car was still there. Xiu Yi saw her and opened the door for her respectfully. "Young Madam, please get in."

"Me?"

Qiao Ruoxi was surprised that Feng Yunan hadn't left yet. Could it be that he wanted to drive her all the way?

The door to the back seat was open. Qiao Ruoxi did not hesitate and sat in the back seat. She turned to the man beside her and thanked him.

After a while, Qiao Ruoxi realized that the car was not heading to the Fengtian Group or Di Ruiling Jewelry's flagship store.

"Mr. Feng, where are we going?"

Feng Yunan did not tell her and kept her in suspense. "You'll know when we get there."

The luxurious car finally stopped in front of a quiet courtyard. The door of the courtyard was locked. After Feng Yunan got out of the car, he got someone to open the door.

Qiao Ruoxi stared at the house in the alley, wondering why Feng Yunan had brought her here.

After the door opened, Feng Yunan brought Qiao Ruoxi into the courtyard. The plants and trees were still lush.

Many memories of his childhood surfaced in his mind. Feng Yunan could remember the time when he was playing with his grandfather.

Back then, when he lost his father, he had lived with his grandfather. His grandfather had brought him here and taught him craftsmanship, telling him what inheritance was and the meaning of it.

However, after his grandmother passed away, his grandfather sealed the courtyard and he never had the chance to step foot in it again.

Now, it was because of Qiao Ruoxi that he had the chance to walk in and see the place where he had left his childhood mark.

Qiao Ruoxi walked through the courtyard and entered the back hall. She was shocked by the furnishings inside. It was completely the size of a craft workshop.

The old house was covered in a layer of dust. There was a wooden work table with knife marks on it. There were many tools used to make jewelry on it: tweezers, scissors, hammers, and so on. The frosted wheel was stuck at the side of the work table. There were jewelry designs pinned on the wall. Those designs were old and yellowed, with paper corners rolled up.

But Qiao Ruoxi could tell from the design drawings that the designer's signature, date, and name were on them. "Is this the Feng family's craft workshop?"

"You know?" Feng Yunan was surprised. He had not told her about it before so he was puzzled as to how she knew about it.

"I heard from my mother a long time ago that the Feng family's handicraft factory was built by traditional designers. Many of the famous designs came from the collaboration of your grandfather and grandmother. Look at this piece 'Time' on the wall. It should be the original design draft of the famous Time series in the jewelry industry. There are also your grandfather and grandmother's autographs on it."

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