Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Zhuang Nainai bowed to Teacher Zhao Ming too. “Whatever it is, Teacher Zhao, I would like to thank you for your guidance in the past. If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have entered the fashion design industry.”
What was more, with something like that happening where Teacher Zhao Ming knew everything and yet chose to believe her, what right did she have to loathe him?
With that, she looked toward Si Zhengting and tugged at his sleeve. “Let’s go.”
Si Zhengting nodded. Both of them rounded Zhao Ming and walked forward, but Zhao Ming spoke all of a sudden. “Nainai…”
Zhuang Nainai turned around to see Teacher Zhao Ming with an expression of hesitation. A few moments passed before he said, “Do you know someone called… Alan?”
Alan?
Zhuang Nainai blinked in confusion, not understanding. “Who’s Alan?”
When he heard this, Zhao Ming’s eyes glimmered. With his eyes fixed on Zhuang Nainai, he shook his head after a few moments. “Alan is a very talented fashion designer.”
Zhuang Nainai raised his brows. “But… I’ve never heard of her!”
Zhuang Nainai’s passion for fashion design meant that she was always in the loop about the new works of well-known designers, but she had never heard of such a person!
Zhao Ming shook his head, the mention of Alan bringing a faint smile to his face. “She was something of a flash in the pan. That year, she burst on the scene for a short while, and I got to know her when she was studying in a design institute in California. The level of talent she displayed through her works…”
At the mention of this, Zhao Ming’s eyes brightened up once more. He added, “It was a pity that she didn’t go down the path of fashion design after graduating from university.”
Zhuang Nainai looked at him and listened to the way he spoke. For some inexplicable reason, she grew interested in this mysterious person called Alan. “Then what happened?”
“After that…” Zhao Ming’s lips betrayed bitterness. “I heard that she took over her family business and buried her astonishing talent for design just like that.”
Zhuang Nainai thought of how Zhao Ming had never gotten married. Seeing him wear such an expression while talking about Alan, she suddenly realized what place this person called “Alan” had in his life. She paused, then said, “Teacher Zhao, why did you ask me about Alan?”
Zhao Ming regained himself, then smiled. “Because your designs remind me of her… there are certain similarities I see.”
Hearing this, Zhuang Nainai raised her brows in shock.
Zhao Ming smiled bitterly and continued, “It probably is just me thinking too much. Right, who taught you how to draw?”
Zhuang Nainai was direct on this one. “My mother.”
Zhao Ming was stunned. “Your mother?”
Zhuang Nainai nodded her head. “I come from a poor family, and we didn’t have enough money for me to attend enrichment classes. But I liked to draw anyway, so my mother taught me drawing.”
Zhao Ming was taken aback. “Then what about your mother? What was her occupation? Was she also a designer?”
Zhuang Nainai’s expression fell, and she shook her head. “No, my mother had no talent for design whatsoever. It’s just that she draws really well. She’s a cleaner with a mental illness, and she’s gone missing.”
Zhao Ming made a face of regret, then shook his head as well. “It’s just me thinking too much again. I thought you were the reincarnation of Alan… aish!”
Hearing this, Zhuang Nainai didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. She, the reincarnation of Alan?
What an imagination Teacher Zhao had!
Si Zhengting, who had been listening all along, suddenly narrowed his eyes. Swinging his gaze toward Zhao Ming, he asked, “Teacher Zhao, the elder named Alan… what was her family background like?”
