Chapter 47 : Then I’ll make one for you

He Feiyan shrank her head in embarrassment and said, “Alright, Sister Jiang Yu said the more the better. Since we don’t need tickets, let’s take a bit more.”

“Sure.”

Just two days later, He Tingyue placed a bundle of cloth in front of He Feiyan.

It was a whole snake-skin bag filled to the brim, half was whole fabric, while the other half consisted of scraps, or leftover pieces.

However, these scraps were still substantial enough to be sewn into clothing.

“So much?” He Feiyan was taken aback.

He Tingyue replied, “One of my former comrades works at a textile factory after transitioning.”

To obtain so much, he must hold a significant position, but he didn’t elaborate.

He Feiyan said, “Are you going to deliver it yourself?”

Thinking back to how angry Jiang Yu had been last time, He Tingyue replied, “She’s still mad at me, you should take it.”

He Feiyan looked at him slyly, “Oh, are you scared of making a woman angry? I heard last time Duan Yuzhen cried because of you.”

The fact that Duan Yuzhen had cried and run home was no secret, Xu Lihua had spread the word, and everyone in the compound knew.

“Brother, you have to coax women. Being so rigid won’t work. Take the fabric to show your stance! If you don’t coax her, how will she know you like her?”

He Tingyue glanced at her dismissively, as if to say, “Do I need you to teach me?”

He Feiyan’s romantic experience was hardly worth emulating.

“I get it, you go back.”

He Feiyan laughed in exasperation, what was that look? Did he look down on her?

“Hmph! Without me, Sister Jiang Yu wouldn’t even bother with you!”

He Tingyue simply pulled out a ten-dollar bill to silence her.

He Feiyan happily tucked away the ten bucks and headed to a roadside stall to buy fried sesame cakes.

As for He Tingyue, he ultimately took her advice and personally delivered the fabric to Jiang Yu.

He knew where Yao Xiangling lived, but he was hesitant to just show up unannounced, fearing it might disrupt them and impact Jiang Yu’s reputation.

So he decided to wait downstairs across the street for a while, keeping a close watch.

After waiting for over an hour, Jiang Yu finally came downstairs, causing him to rush over with the snake-skin bag, startling her.

“What are you doing here?”

He Tingyue set down the bag. “The things you wanted.”

Jiang Yu peeked inside, her eyes wide with shock.

So much fabric!

“Where did you get this?”

He Tingyue replied, “You don’t need to know.”

Seeing her look of concern, he added, “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

Jiang Yu’s worries extended beyond just the source of the fabric, she felt conflicted, realizing she had sought help from Xie Fei fei, yet it was him who came to her aid.

And there was too much fabric; she felt uneasy taking it.

“This is too much. Why are you helping me?”

He Tingyue was silent for a moment. “What do you think?”

It was afternoon, and the sun was blazing. After standing there for a while, Jiang Yu felt like she was being roasted and was sweating profusely.

Looking at He Tingyue, he wasn’t pale, but he wasn’t dark either, his tanned skin was flushed from the sun, and his shirt was damp.

Jiang Yu was taken aback. “Did you wait here for a long time?”

“Not long,” He Tingyue rasped. “Just about an hour.”

Jiang Yu bit her lip. “Then why didn’t you come up to find me?”

He Tingyue replied, “I was afraid it might reflect poorly on you.”

Jiang Yu felt even more conflicted, such care was a rarity in her life.

She avoided He Tingyue’s gaze and looked back at the snake-skin bag.

“How much is it?”

“It didn’t cost anything, just use it.”

Jiang Yu didn’t believe him. “No way, that’s too much.”

He Tingyue succinctly explained, “He owes me a favor, so he gave it to me.”

Jiang Yu pursed her lips, favors are worth far more than money.

“How about you calculate the cost? I can pay you, I have money.”

She said the last three words with a hint of pride, her spirits lifting.

As if to show off, her little tail perked up.

He Tingyue said, “If possible, you can make a dress for Feiyan as a way to repay this fabric.”

He swallowed, wanting to ask for one himself but feeling too shy.

“Then I can’t accept it. This fabric must cost a lot.”

Since he had brought it over, he couldn’t just take it back.

“Then make a couple more pieces for Feiyan.”

Jiang Yu readily agreed, adding, “I’ll make you an outfit too. When I get some cotton, I’ll make winter clothes for both of you.”

He Tingyue suppressed his excitement.

“Okay.”

Jiang Yu looked at the bag of fabric, attempting to lift it.

To her surprise, it was heavier than she expected, and she struggled to pick it up.

He Tingyue quickly said, “If you don’t mind, I can carry it up for you.”

Jiang Yu nodded, having accepted so much fabric, she felt no need to be coy.

The heavy snake-skin bag was effortlessly lifted by He Tingyue as if it were weightless.

This was He Tingyue’s first time visiting Yao Xiangling’s home. It wasn’t a large two-room apartment, but it was sufficient for the two of them.

The place was tidy, every detail reflecting a woman’s softness and elegance.

You can learn a lot about a person just by seeing their living space.

“Do you know Feiyan’s measurements?”

“I do.” He Tingyue recited a series of numbers.

Feiyan sometimes had clothes custom-made by a tailor, and her measurements remained consistent.

“What about yours?” Jiang Yu noted them down.

He Tingyue pressed his lips together. “I don’t know mine, I rarely have clothes made.”

He had work uniforms at the factory, and he still had plenty of clothes from his time in the military, which he kept.

As a result, he seldom bought new clothes.

Jiang Yu felt a flush on her cheeks and asked shyly, “Can I take your measurements?”

“Sure.”

He turned around and pulled off his short-sleeve shirt, leaving only a tank top that couldn’t hide his well-developed muscles.

Jiang Yu’s face turned bright red, unsure where to look.

“W-What are you doing taking off your shirt?”

He Tingyue turned back seriously. “I thought it would be more accurate this way.”

Jiang Yu shot back, “It’s not winter, who takes off their clothes to measure?”

He Tingyue paused, “Then I’ll put it back on.”

“Forget it, just measure. My aunt will be back soon.”

Jiang Yu took a measuring tape and started measuring him.

She found out He Tingyue’s actual height was 190 cm!

He was really tall, she had to stand on a chair to measure him.

Not only was he tall, but he also had a great physique.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, all muscle with no excess fat.

The more she measured, the redder her face became.

By the time He Tingyue put his shirt back on, Jiang Yu felt like her face was on fire.

“Is it hot?” he asked.

Jiang Yu turned away. “The weather is just too hot.”

But the heat emanating from him felt even more intense than the sun outside.

“You should go back now. Once the clothes are ready, I’ll deliver them to the compound.”

This illustrated the adage about accepting favors; having received so much fabric, he felt obliged to reciprocate.

He Tingyue nodded, “No hurry, focus on your work first.”

Even with a sewing machine, making clothes required a lot of effort.