After being reborn, I'm no longer going to play the role of a spoiled rich kid.

Chapter 43 ID Photos

This weekend, Meng Weiyuan didn't work overtime. Today, a tailor came to his door to take his measurements.

The designer also traveled from London to Beijing today.

Although the designer wasn't a talkative person, compared to Meng Weiyuan, she couldn't help but speak first, saying, "Mr. Meng's physique is perfect for formal wear; he's a walking clothes hanger."

He has been making clothes for so many years, and his ancestors were even the official designers for the British royal family. He has seen countless customers, but the Asian Mr. Meng in front of him is indeed extremely superior in both physique and torso.

The designer had already observed the muscle definition of today's distinguished guest when he watched the assistant tailor measure the man's measurements with a soft measuring tape.

Not too rough, just the right amount of thin muscle, which makes it clear that he has been training for many years, and those legs with amazing proportions are simply a gift from the Creator.

After the designer finished speaking, he did not receive a humble reply from Meng Weiyuan. The latter simply nodded slightly, showing no intention of engaging in further conversation.

Designer: "..."

In his career, he had rarely encountered someone so difficult to deal with, or rather, so taciturn that he couldn't even find a starting point to communicate with them.

After hitting a wall, especially when Meng Weiyuan had a cold and stern face, the designer lost confidence to try a second time.

He sat to the side, holding a tablet, his email containing photos from the other designers who designed Yuska's wedding dress.

There are many styles of wedding dresses, and it's clear that both families are focusing their attention on the bride when they get married.

Even the groom himself said that he would wear anything; he wasn't picky, as long as it matched the bride's style and design.

Therefore, the groom's wedding attire was entirely provided by their family's century-old shop.

"Later, you can talk to the bride's chief wedding dress designer again and ask her to send over a sample of the bride's wedding dress fabric. I need to confirm the color in person." The designer, having given up on trying to chat with the silent VIP in front of her, switched into work mode and spoke to the apprentice beside her.

Designers of their renown are usually accompanied by a large entourage when they go out. Especially when it comes to international services like this.

Just as the apprentice was responding, the groom, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly took the initiative to speak.

"Has the bride's wedding dress already been made?" Meng Weiyuan suddenly asked.

The suit and dress designer didn't immediately realize that the VIP he was serving was talking to him. He paused for a moment before replying, "Not yet, we still need to make some minor alterations according to the bride's requirements."

"Are there any photos?" Meng Weiyuan asked.

Since she wasn't married yet, Yu Sijia naturally couldn't stay in Beijing permanently. Besides, Yu Sijia had many wedding dresses, two of which were designed by designers in Hong Kong. It would be more convenient for her to stay in Nancheng than in Beijing.

Therefore, Meng Weiyuan never had the chance to be present when You Sijia tried on wedding dresses.

When Meng Weiyuan heard that the designer from England might have photos of Yusjia trying on wedding dresses, he couldn't help but go over and ask.

"Yes, yes." The designer nodded. "After all, I also need to design your dress according to the bride-to-be's style."

As the designer said this, he had his apprentice hand him a tablet and found more than a dozen photos of Yusjia trying on wedding dresses in his email.

The designer had no idea why Meng Weiyuan wanted the bride's photo at this moment. Since they were a newlywed couple, he never considered that the groom was simply curious, perhaps with a touch of anticipation and nervousness, wanting to see his bride-to-be in her wedding dress. So, while the designer was looking at the wedding dress Yu Sijia was wearing, he was still earnestly explaining it to Meng Weiyuan—

"Based on the bride's handcrafted, diamond-encrusted main wedding dress, we've prepared a matching fabric for you—a fine blend of cashmere and alpaca..."

The initial cost of this fabric, just by cutting it, is between ten and twenty thousand pounds.

Adding solid gold buttons and various accessories later would cost £20,000. Not counting design and labor costs, the materials alone would amount to approximately £40,000.

Unfortunately, before the designer could finish his introduction, Meng Weiyuan turned around and seemed uninterested in the photos of the bride trying on wedding dresses on the tablet.

Designer: "???"

Did he say something wrong again?

Meng Weiyuan wasn't really curious about the fabric of the suit he was going to wear; he was just curious and looking forward to seeing what his fiancée would look like in a wedding dress.

Who knew that the photos I just saw only showed a wedding dress?

The fashion show incident happened not long ago. Although it wasn't You Kuiqing's turn to intervene, Meng Weiyuan's side had already taken matters into their own hands. But since then, the people around You Sijia have become more vigilant about privacy. Now, even the wedding dress designers they hire have certain requirements when taking photos.

It was just a dress; Meng Weiyuan wasn't interested.

When Meng Weiyuan finally got to rest, he picked up his phone and saw that You Sijia had sent him a message.

He checked his phone at just the right time; Yuska had sent the message two minutes earlier.

However, Meng Weiyuan was slightly taken aback after he clearly saw what You Sijia was saying.

photo?

his?

A hint of a smile flickered in Meng Weiyuan's eyes, as if he had thought of something.

Meanwhile, Yusijia, who was still sitting at the table biting her lip and waiting anxiously, suddenly heard a WeChat notification sound in her ear.

A photo appeared in her chat window with Meng Weiyuan.

Meng Weiyuan didn't guess what she wanted his photos for, nor did he ask. He simply sent the photos directly as she requested.

only……

When Yusjia saw the freshly taken photo on her phone, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Then another message about Meng Weiyuan popped up.

[Meng Weiyuan: Sorry, I don't usually take photos. Is this one okay?]

Yu Sijia looked at the photo on her phone, which appeared to be Meng Weiyuan's ID photo, and couldn't stop laughing.

[Yuska: If I said no, do you have other photos?]

It was unclear what the person on the other end of the phone was doing, but Meng Weiyuan replied about five minutes after You Sijia sent the message.

Meng Weiyuan: Yes.

Then, the next moment, a white-background ID photo appeared on Yusjia's phone.

[Meng Weiyuan: This is a photo of my employee ID badge from when I first joined the company. I don't usually need it, but I have a copy on my computer. Is this okay?]

(End of this chapter)