"This is..." Tang Yue had a faint suspicion in her heart, but looking at the address, she felt uncertain again.
"Write to me." Mo Siyu’s words were, as usual, concise.
Tang Yue carefully unfolded the paper and said, "I will write to you. When are you leaving?"
"The day after tomorrow." Mo Siyu looked at her, clearly not leaving until the day after tomorrow, but at this very moment, the sentiment of reluctance seemed to be filling him.
"Oh, have a smooth journey." Tang Yue put on a smile and sincerely spoke her well wishes.
Mo Siyu accompanied her back to the factory. He didn’t talk much; it was Tang Yue’s light-hearted words, chattering like a little bird singing, that made the trip back. Usually, he detested the nagging of women, but Tang Yue’s words were something he could listen to endlessly without ever growing weary of them.
On her way back to the factory, Tang Yue kept muttering to herself. If there really was something urgent, seeking Chu Hong’s help from Wangjiang County to Provincial City would take hours—the dishes would be cold by then.
Tang Yue had just returned to the factory when Tang Mingli came up to her and asked, "Xiao Yue, where did you two go for a meal?"
"Yipin Inn," Tang Yue replied.
Tang Mingli had never been there and thought it was just a slightly nicer restaurant. He asked, "Xiao Yue, so you and he..."
"Uncle, you should just hurry up and marry your little aunt. That way you won’t spend all day with a head full of random thoughts," Tang Yue gave him a glare and went into the sample room to work.
Tang Mingli touched his nose and said, "What random thoughts am I thinking of? I was just asking how things are progressing between you two."
In the dead of night, as Tang Yue was drawing design blueprints, she found herself repeatedly recalling Mo Siyu—his every word would echo numerous times in her mind, even his facial expressions and looks would give her something to reminisce about for a long time.
After a while, when Tang Yue came back to her senses, she realized that she had been working on the design draft for quite some time and was about to wrap it up, but she was still stuck on the part she had gone over before.
Tang Yue looked at the stack of papers next to her and couldn’t help but feel the urge to bang her head against a wall.
School was about to start soon, and after it did, having as much time as she currently did to work on many things would be very difficult. Thus, she tried to draw more designs now, so there would be fewer to draw once school began.
Once the autumn clothes sold, it would be time to think about winter clothing. However, by the time winter arrived at the factory, they had to begin work on next summer’s outfits; otherwise, they feared that if they produced clothing in the same season it was meant for, the season would pass before the clothes could be sold.
In a blink of an eye, the day after tomorrow had arrived.
Tang Mingli also knew that Mo Siyu was leaving today. He quietly asked, "Xiao Yue, aren’t you going to see him off?"
"No," Tang Yue pursed her lips in response. She was muttering in her heart that Mrs. Mo would certainly go to see Mo Siyu off. If she saw that Tang Yue was also there to send him off, wouldn’t that be extremely awkward?
"Did he not ask you to come?" Tang Mingli looked at Tang Yue with full curiosity.
Tang Yue gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Uncle, don’t you have things to do today? If I remember correctly, the factory starts production in two days. Is everything prepared?"
"After production starts, all the workers will come here to work. It’s likely that for a long time, you won’t be able to go to the city to fetch goods. Aren’t you taking this time to stock up?" Tang Yue asked in reply.
Tang Mingli was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Xiao Yue." Since Mo Xiaolin had never been to Tang Yue’s house, she could only find Tang Yue by coming to the factory. Upon arriving, she saw Uncle Gen at the entrance. After Mo Xiaolin explained her purpose, Uncle Gen led her into the factory.


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