The businesswoman flirting with her husband: Prince Tsundere, don't get angry!

Chapter 77
Han Yi was a little annoyed: "But my efficiency alone is really not high. I need to find some people to help me, the kind with ingenuity and high embroidery skills."

Yang Siyu smiled and said, "There's no rush, and you won't be able to find it all at once. Even if you meet the right one, it won't be easy for them to meet your requirements."

Han Yi bulged her cheeks, and said helplessly: "Well, anyway, there is no rush now. The clothes we make are not many, and even if someone helps me, we can't mass-produce them. What's more, rare things are more expensive. Try it."

At night, Han Yi lay on the bed, eyes wide open, unable to fall asleep.

Qin'er in the outside room heard some tossing and turning movements on Han Yi's side, so she got up and called softly: "Miss?"

Han Yi responded: "Yes."

Qin'er asked: "Miss, can't you sleep?"

Han Yi turned over, lit a candle, and sat in her clothes.

When she saw Qin'er coming, she pulled her to sit down: "Qin'er, my heart is so disturbed that I can't fall asleep."

Qin'er was a little puzzled, so she asked, "Miss, what are you worried about?"

Han Yi sighed, with a complicated expression on his face, "Tomorrow, Wutong Tree will open for business, and this is my first time starting a business."

Qin'er asked: "Miss, are you worried about things in the shop?"

Han Yi shook her head, fiddled with the candle, and said softly, "No, I just think that all of this is just a dream. I'm afraid that one day, you will all be like a mirage, but it's just an illusion, and everything will disappear."

Then he shook his head and smiled: "Perhaps when people get something, they start to worry about losing it."

Qin'er didn't understand, and just said: "Miss is talking about slaves who don't understand. However, slaves think that the most important thing is to live every day well. I don't know what will happen in the future, and slaves can't think about it."

Han Yi smiled in surprise, and touched Qin'er's hair hanging in front of her body: "I didn't expect Qin'er to be a little philosopher. She knows the truth of living in the present at such a young age."

Qin'er smiled shyly and said: "I don't know any great truths, but my parents taught me to cherish every day when I was a child. My parents said that if people don't cherish their lives, they will be punished in the underworld after death."

Han Yi nodded and agreed with a smile: "Yes, Qin'er is still smart, as long as you live the present life well, it's useless to think about things in the future, anyway, I don't have a clue about those things, and worrying now Mediocre."

Seeing Han Yi relieve her worries, Qin'er felt relieved, "Miss, it's getting late, you should go to bed early, there are still many things to do tomorrow."

Han Yidao: "Well, you should go to rest quickly."

When the sky was still slightly bright, Han Yi woke up naturally, her eyes were clear, she got dressed and walked out of the room, seeing that Qin'er was no longer outside, she went straight out.

It was not yet clear outside, and it was harder to see than in the dark. There was still a crescent moon hanging on the horizon, and it was a bit chilly in the morning, covered with a thin layer of fog.

At this moment, Han Yi felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. It was the first time she had a sense of belonging in the past few months. This feeling surprised her and made her feel a little hesitant.

She clearly knows that she is not from this world. For everyone and everything she meets in this world, she used to have a sense of alienation. That feeling is hidden in her own smile, her own Can't control it either.

But today, she will have something that belongs to her in this world. This is not the original Han Yi's, but her own, completely her own.

Everything before, Han Yi's parents, maids, including Xiao Yihan, Yang Siyu and everyone, could only see the appearance that did not belong to her, understand the background that did not belong to her, and had no way of knowing what she was hiding in this painting. The lonely soul in her body from another world, she dare not tell others a word.

(End of this chapter)