I’m really immortal Chapter 100

Below is the translation of the Chinese chapter:

Liu Yuewang had just bought a yellow cucumber slicer and was enthusiastically trying to slice the cucumber into a state as thin as cicada wings.

“You went to Golden Apple to buy clothes?” Liu Yuewang looked at Ann Wan with great curiosity. That place, Liu Yuewang, of course, knew about, it was just that as a university professor, she hadn’t been there for many years. It was a place suitable for young people who had just entered society and wanted to buy some affordable and functional items to satisfy their basic needs.

Liu Yuewang’s income was still quite good, and neither she nor Ann Wan needed to go to a wholesale market to buy clothes.

“Is it a performance outfit or a ceremonial outfit?” Liu Yuewang put down the cucumber and stretched out her hand to take a look.

“It’s not, Liu Chang’an sent me the clothes.” Ann Wan would intentionally or unintentionally mention Liu Chang’an’s name in front of Liu Yuewang, allowing her to gradually get used to the close relationship between her daughter and Liu Chang’an.

This was also one of the reasons Liu Yuewang knew about Liu Chang’an’s affairs, unlike ordinary families where the daughter wouldn’t dare to mention her boyfriend or tried to avoid talking about him. Ann Wan would proactively chat with Liu Yuewang about some things related to Liu Chang’an.

However, in Liu Yuewang’s eyes, Liu Chang’an was still that hormone-controlled, immature boy who wanted to snatch her daughter’s body.

Ann Wan just needed Liu Yuewang not to oppose, but she didn’t want Liu Yuewang to meet Liu Chang’an, probably because… probably because she was afraid the two would start a conflict. Ann Wan thought to herself, that was all.

“Oh, very thoughtful… young people still know how to go to Golden Apple to buy clothes, very good at living their lives.” Liu Yuewang nodded, “Was this the money he earned from working at the construction site or from selling dog meat?”

This was the information Huang Shan had told Liu Yuewang.

Ann Wan’s face turned slightly red, and Liu Chang’an had indeed gone too far sometimes. Liu Yuewang’s tone couldn’t be distinguished as ridicule or praise.

“He did it himself,” Ann Wan still couldn’t help but feel a bit proud, her eyebrows and eyes flying high.

Liu Yuewang also laughed, “If he did it, I’d eat the plastic bag.”

“It was him who did it, but you can eat the plastic bag, I won’t let you eat the clothes.” Ann Wan wasn’t willing to give in.

“Eat the plastic bag, then eat the plastic bag. Don’t even talk about boys, nowadays, girls who can make clothes are as rare as a phoenix’s feather, and it’s already impressive if they can make some clothes for toys.” Liu Yuewang took the bag, pulled out the clothes, and held them in her hand.

The clothes felt heavy and substantial, with fine needles and threads, intricate and smooth, like a blooming flower. The perfect cutting and tailoring made Liu Yuewang loath to let go.

It was like when she went window shopping and saw many exquisite designs showcased in transparent display windows as brand facades. Even if she felt they didn’t suit her, she would still find them beautiful and captivating.

“Nonsense, this was made by Wong Siyi, and this style of handmade craft and buttons can only be found in her store. You think you can just buy this kind of fabric on the market? Take a closer look at these patterns; they’re all designed by Wong Siyi herself, with patented copyrights. She only makes a limited quantity for a select few customers.”

Liu Yuewang’s eyes were also very good, and as a woman, one must have an extravagant cheongsam in her lifetime to show off her beauty, and Liu Yuewang was no exception. As a professor, she might not have as much money as successful people in society, but she had more opportunities to meet the people she wanted to meet, and Liu Yuewang not only knew Wang Jiazi but also recognized Wong Siyi because she was too beautiful, with perfect curves, and Wong Siyi, who treated making clothes as an art, saw Liu Yuewang as the perfect model to showcase her works.

“He said he made it!” Ann Wan wasn’t arguing with Liu Yuewang but emphasizing, taking back the clothes, “You can say whatever you want. I don’t want you to eat the plastic bag, give me back my clothes.”

Liu Yuewang didn’t let go, and Ann Wan was reluctant to give up her clothes, not wanting to fight with her.

“You don’t believe me? I’ll call Wong Jiazi and ask her, and she’ll know if someone has sold a fabric like this to Liu Chang’an.” Liu Yuewang smiled complacently, looking at her daughter, “Watch me expose Liu Chang’an’s fake disguise, and how he can cheat a little girl like you, unfortunately, he met this wise and discerning mom of yours…”

A piece of paper fell out of the clothes.

Ann Wan picked it up, and on the paper was a drawing of the clothes, with Ann Wan wearing them, and some words written on top: “When I saw this phrase in a book, my heart was moved, and I began to create this exquisite pattern, with a nostalgic touch, to match your name, Ann Wan, which means ‘safe and warm.’ I hope you like it.”

Liu Yuewang was shocked by the drawing and the words – was this really the work of a high school student?

Ann Wan took back the clothes, hugged them tightly, and a sweet, rosy glow appeared on her cheeks. Liu Chang’an, how did you write such words, making people feel like their heart was tied up and couldn’t be untied?

Liu Yuewang looked at the drawing and words in disbelief, still calling Wong Jiazi to ask if she recognized Liu Chang’an and if he had bought a fabric like this from her.

“I remember, that rainy day, a wet young man came into my shop, and he turned out to be a valued customer’s cousin, and I sold him a fabric that was tailored for that customer… he really did make the clothes himself!”

“He sent them to my daughter,” Liu Yuewang said, knowing she was going to eat a plastic bag.

In fact, the drawing and the words already spoke volumes, and someone with such artistic skills and writing power would easily possess the skills to make clothes, and it was only natural for a genius like that.

Let’s not mention eating plastic bags anymore.

Liu Yuewang lightly coughed and took the clothes from Ann Wan, comparing them to her own body, and after a glance in the mirror, she said to Ann Wan with some unexpected surprise, “You know, I look pretty good in it too! It’s like it was tailor-made for me!”

“Mom, please, don’t be like this; you just wanted to eat a plastic bag a minute ago,” Ann Wan said, not pleased.

“I’ll just try it on, give me a try!” Liu Yuewang puckered up her lips, “Come on, Ann Wan, I won’t take yours, I just want to try it on!”

“No, you’ll ruin it, please look at your chest and hips, thank you,” Ann Wan said with a hint of shyness and pride, as if having a bust and hips wasn’t something to be proud of, and some clothes would make people feel too alluring.

This was the reason Ann Wan was shy – Liu Chang’an had used his own measurements to make the clothes, and how could Liu Yuewang wear them?

“This fabric has great elasticity!” Liu Yuewang said, not willing to give up, “How about this – you try it on first, and then I’ll try it on later. If I really can’t fit in, I promise not to ruin it.”

“Then I’ll go out with Liu Chang’an later, and you don’t have to make one phone call after another!” Ann Wan thought for a moment, needing to make a deal with her.

Liu Yuewang nodded reluctantly, her main concern being Liu Chang’an’s exceptional talent, which had truly impressed her, and it wasn’t just because she wanted to try on an extravagant cheongsam.

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