Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Zhuang Nainai bowed to Teacher Zhao Ming too. âWhatever it is, Teacher Zhao, I would like to thank you for your guidance in the past. If it hadnât been for you, I wouldnât have entered the fashion design industry.â
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. âLetâs go.â
Si Zhengting nodded. Both of them rounded Zhao Ming and walked forward, but Zhao Ming spoke all of a sudden. âNainai...â
Zhuang Nainai turned around to see Teacher Zhao Ming with an expression of hesitation. A few moments passed before he said, âDo you know someone called... Alan?â
Alan?
Zhuang Nainai blinked in confusion, not understanding. âWhoâs Alan?â
When he heard this, Zhao Mingâs eyes glimmered. With his eyes fixed on Zhuang Nainai, he shook his head after a few moments. âAlan is a very talented fashion designer.â
Zhuang Nainai raised his brows. âBut... Iâve never heard of her!â
Zhuang Nainaiâs 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. âShe 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...â
At the mention of this, Zhao Mingâs eyes brightened up once more. He added, âIt was a pity that she didnât go down the path of fashion design after graduating from university.â
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. âThen what happened?â
âAfter that...â Zhao Mingâs lips betrayed bitterness. âI heard that she took over her family business and buried her astonishing talent for design just like that.â
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 âAlanâ had in his life. She paused, then said, âTeacher Zhao, why did you ask me about Alan?â
Zhao Ming regained himself, then smiled. âBecause your designs remind me of her... there are certain similarities I see.â
Hearing this, Zhuang Nainai raised her brows in shock.
Zhao Ming smiled bitterly and continued, âIt probably is just me thinking too much. Right, who taught you how to draw?â
Zhuang Nainai was direct on this one. âMy mother.â
Zhao Ming was stunned. âYour mother?â
Zhuang Nainai nodded her head. âI come from a poor family, and we didnât have enough money for me to attend enrichment classes. But I liked to draw anyway, so my mother taught me drawing.â
Zhao Ming was taken aback. âThen what about your mother? What was her occupation? Was she also a designer?â
Zhuang Nainaiâs expression fell, and she shook her head. âNo, my mother had no talent for design whatsoever. Itâs just that she draws really well. Sheâs a cleaner with a mental illness, and sheâs gone missing.â
Zhao Ming made a face of regret, then shook his head as well. âItâs just me thinking too much again. I thought you were the reincarnation of Alan... aish!â
Hearing this, Zhuang Nainai didnât 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, âTeacher Zhao, the elder named Alan... what was her family background like?â