Rebirth 77: From Beachcombing to Becoming a Tycoon and Spoiling My Wife

When Huang Juan heard Yang Bai call her a fat pig, her face turned pale and then red, and her lips turned ashen with anger.

"You, Yang Bai, how could you say that to me!"

Yang Bai quickly took two steps back. If someone of her size were to bump into him, he wouldn't be able to take it without being bedridden for ten days or half a month.

"Speak properly. In public, are you going to take your clothes or not?"

"We won't admit to this unless we show it to Wanqiu for inspection."

Huang Juan gritted her teeth, her face ashen as she looked at the villagers around her.

He threw the clothes in his hand at Su Wanqiu's face.

Yang Bai clenched his fists tightly, but he knew this was not the time to be angry.

"Huang Juan, if you use this dress to slander us, you will be blacklisted forever."

Huang Juan rolled her eyes. "Tch, who cares!"

Su Wanqiu took off the clothes, her face calm as still water, and patted Yang Bai on the shoulder.

"It's okay, I'm just checking the clothes."

She took the clothes to the cutting table and carefully examined the style and fabric. She remembered the clothes she had made before.

"The fabric is the fabric she gave me yesterday."

Huang Juan raised her head and said disdainfully.

"See? Su Wanqiu has admitted it's real fabric, why would I lie to you?"

Yang Bai said coldly, "Shut up, you fat pig."

Huang Juan frowned, rolled up her sleeves, and said.

"Yang Bai, I originally wanted you to see Su Wanqiu's true colors as soon as possible and kick her out of the house, and now you're cursing me like this?"

"Do you think I'm easy to bully? You'll regret it later!"

Su Wanqiu opened the clothes and carefully examined the stitching.

Changing the subject, she tucked a strand of hair that had fallen beside her ear and shook her head.

"No, the stitching is wrong."

Huang Juan's heart sank, and she quickly ran forward to tear off the clothes and put them away.

"You're wrong, that's all. You obviously don't want to pay us back. Give us our money back."

She extended her hand, her tone quite firm.

Su Wanqiu ignored her and continued to explain.

"This type of stitching is lockstitch, with only one straight line. For the cheongsam, I used double-needle close stitching that is not easily damaged, and for the slits, lining, and hem, I used blind stitching."

I choose different sewing techniques for different clothes, and most importantly, the stitches are different from mine. This garment is entirely overlocked, and incorrect stitches are definitely not my work!

Lockstitch is a very simple sewing technique that most housewives choose.

Her skills cannot be learned in just a few years.

The sewing machine Yang Bai bought was also a good brand, and her skills had more room for development.

Su Wanqiu looked down on this kind of low-quality sewing thread used to fool people.

The stitches are the mark of a craftsman; unless deliberately altered, the spacing is generally not much different.

Huang Juan pulled her cheongsam and placed it in front of Su Wanqiu.

"Then what happened to mine? You must have cut corners on my clothes because you were lazy! Everyone, she's playing favorites!"

Su Wanqiu shook her head slightly.

"In addition, I sew my name on the bottom right corner of the clothes to prove that I made them."

She picked up a cheongsam she had just finished, revealing the lower right corner of the inside, which was embroidered with SWQ, the initials of Su Wanqiu.

Huang Juan, who didn't even graduate from elementary school, couldn't possibly understand this.

"Su Wanqiu, don't try to fool me with your scribbles. If you don't compensate me, I'm not leaving here today!"

Su Wanqiu still ignored her.

"These are abbreviations of letters. You can take them out at home and check if you see these words."

"Ningning, go and get the account book."

Zhang Ning immediately took out the ledger, which contained detailed records of the styles, sizes, and amounts collected.

Su Wanqiu flipped to Huang Juan's page and pointed to the data on it.

"The styles Huang Juan needs are clearly written on the label, so I won't make a mistake."

"Alright, now you provide evidence that I made this garment, or we'll have the militia search your house to see if I made it there!"

Huang Juan completely panicked.

Some of the onlookers outside the courtyard went home and brought over the clothes that Su Wanqiu had sewn, examining them closely.

"That's right, there's some kind of abbreviation for 'mother' below."

"These stitches are exactly the same, and different sewing techniques are used in different places on them."

"Su Wanqiu is really beautiful and skillful. This dress is of such high quality."

"Huang Juan is definitely deliberately trying to cause trouble; the clothes fit my child perfectly."

"Huang Juan is harming us. If Comrade Wanqiu is too scared to continue working because of this, where will we find such a cheap and good master?"

......

Everyone realized that Su Wanqiu's skills were even better than those of the master chefs in the county town, and she lived even closer to them.

If they were wrongly accused and scared into quitting, where would they find such a person?

Yang Bai looked at the four people he had brought with him.

"Do you have any other questions? Come up and take a look."

The four people were so frightened that they shook their heads repeatedly.

The woman on the right, with a sallow complexion, quickly put her clothes into her pocket and pointed at Huang Juan to distance herself from the situation.

"This has nothing to do with me. Huang Juan can't stand that divorced women can still live comfortably, so she wants to break you up."

"They said I'd get a lot of compensation after the job was done, so I came along."

The rest of the troublemakers nodded in agreement.

Huang Juan was about to throw her clothes at Su Wanqiu's face when Yang Bai grabbed her, pulled her cheongsam, and made her fall to the ground.

"Huang Juan, it's such a waste that Wanqiu made you these clothes. If you ever dare to come in again, I'll kick you out first."

Huang Juan threw a tantrum on the ground, kicking up dust, and her fat, shrill screams rang out.

"So what? So what? Why are you arguing with me, a little girl?"

"What did I do wrong? You're the ones who are wrong. Why are you all doing so well after getting divorced?"

"I tried to seduce men by wearing the cheongsams she made, but not a single man wanted to be with me. It's all your fault."

She sat on the ground and wailed.

Yang Bai's eyes revealed deep disgust, this scene reminding him of the exquisite little fairy in his company in his previous life.

The food delivery driver delivered the food to the customer, who then enjoyed the meal. However, the customer turned around and accused the driver of not delivering the food properly, causing the driver to cause trouble at the company after delivering food for a whole day for nothing.

Yang Bai was old then, but not stupid. He fired Xiao Xiannv and blacklisted her from the entire industry.

Could Huang Juan in front of him be some fairy who has traveled through time to torment him?

"That's disgusting! Get a few people to carry her out, two yuan each, no, three yuan!"

Hearing that they could get three yuan for carrying away the fat pig, they all rushed to Huang Juan and forcibly carried it out and threw it on the ground.

Yang Bai took out money and handed it to them, then looked at the remaining women causing trouble and said...

"What are you looking at? Don't come here again, and get out."

They ran out one after another.

Immediately afterward, a Jeep pulled up. It wasn't the reporter's car. A refined-looking man with glasses got out, carrying a briefcase and exuding an air of sophistication.