Redeeming The Golden Ticket To Life

Chapter 19: Quality Time

[POV Hu Qiang]

Next day father and mother left us early in the morning to give us some space and quality time to spend.

Wang Wei slept with Bai Chang last night.

I was still relegated to a guest room.

I am so so...jealous of my own son.

Last night, I realised that the Bai Chang was overwhelmed with emotions but she still didn't accept us as a family. It saddens me.

Zhang Wei prepared a table full of breakfast for all.

"Good Morning, Sunshine."

I saw Bai Chang accompanying Wang Wei to the table. She is wearing a yellow flowing Maxi dress with round princess neck, it looks adorable on her at this present moment she looked like a ray of sunshine to me.

"Good morning, Qiang."

"Good morning, dad."

"Come, let's have breakfast together."

After breakfast, it seemed as Bai Chang is still at ill-ease with something.

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"Is something a matter?" I asked her in concern.

"Qiang, I don't know how to be a mother or a girlfriend or even know how to be a responsible daughter-in-law. So I don't know how to go about from here?"

I laughed as I looked at her lost expression; she looked extremely adorable and genuinely concerned.

"It's alright. Do what you want to do and how you want to do; no one will stop you or nag you."

"Are you sure?" she asked me innocently.

"Yes, I am very sure."

"Okay, then I will hold you to your words." She replied with relief.

She continued "firstly I have a very presumptuous request, that is, can we get Wang Wei to home tutor for the next two years, not many just next two years?"

"Is there something bothering you?"

"Do not get me wrong I don't want to dictate his life only according to current situations I feel it would be best for both security and his studies. I just need two years utmost to wrap up all these extra matters."

Suddenly our son spoke up "let's do as mum says, it's not like I enjoyed going to school it is an extracurricular activity that I have to do under your supervision."

"Wow only one day passed and you sold me out in front of your mother, on the next day what would you do next?"

I look at Bai Chang, I see her be amused by our father and son conversation.

"Bai Chang, Wang Wei is our son, you have equal rights to decide his plans there is no need to ask for permission from anyone. Let's do it. It will also give you both some time to bond with each other."

"Thank you for listening to me" she turned to Wang Wei and said, "Trust me it would be fun."

"Then what about you want to do next?" I asked her.

"I would like to get a job. You have an upcoming project for the female clothing line, right?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

"I combed through a lot of information related to our company."

"So what are you planning?"

"I want to introduce a new clothing line this season, so that means I have exactly two months to prepare it. If you do not mind I have the respective designs ready with me take a look, consult with your fashion designers and then we would launch this line. I can officially start working with our company. Only the front would be as a fashion designer. It would be a very valid front too."

"Okay, when do we start working then?"

"Now, let us go to my outhouse. I stationed my warehouse and my workroom there. Wang Wei, would you like to accompany us?"

"Sure mum"

"Okay"

We headed towards the outhouse.

'I won't lie I am interested to see what she will present? As much as observed and no hurt till now she would not reveal something until and unless she is satisfied with it as her standards are pretty high.'

It got me excited. We enter the outhouse, the ground floor is a completely open floor there are many mannequins. They were all dressed in various fabrics of various design lines. Our next clothing line is a 'fall fashion line' themed 'Autumn leaves'.

'Right now in front of me design worth to put directly in top fashion magazines of the world' these were my thoughts.

"It is mesmerizing; mum these are your designs!" Wang Wei spoke up.

"How do you feel when you see them?"

"Like autumn leaves falling on the ground, the sharp wind colouring the sky in different warm and dry hues using the falling leaves from various tree branches."

"A very apt description, would you like me to teach you fashion designing."

"Sure mom"

I noticed that Bai Chang is still not used to being called mom but she also didn't push or restrict Wang Wei in any way either.

"Bai Chang do you mind if I call the head fashion designer for our company 'fashion house' here."

"I do not mind, I could use someone to critique the designs to finalize the looks."

"They are not the finalized looks?" I am taken by surprise.

"Not yet, they are trial pieces."

"When did you make all these?"

"I was almost bored to death in the hospital so after I left that cursed place I started doing this. I wanted to start my own alternate shop which is not related to software or circuits."

I stepped outside and called Donna and Master Shi over to Bai Chang's place.

They arrived after one hour. During this time Wang Wei went on to explore the warehouse with Bai Chang, as it housed different types of quality fabrics from around the world.

I welcomed Master Shi and Donna at the Villa gates. Master Shi is a man in his fifties, well dressed and handsome, he is a well-received name in eastern countries and his designs speak volumes. While Donna is a prim and proper European socialite who likes to design. To pursue her dreams she started working early and became a global phenomenon after the first fashion show, looking at her potentials I roped her in my company and since then it has been a pleasant collaboration between us. It is hard to believe that she is only twenty-six years old this year.

"I welcome you, thank you for coming at such short notice. I want you to look into some designs."

"Is it a sample for the coming season?" Master Shi asked.

"Did you hire a new designer are you firing me?" Donna taunted me.

I didn't reply.

"Then tell me what is it?" she asked impatiently. While even Master Shi is also curious but he is a man of little words and thus holds his silence.