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This was what Xue Xue'er was most curious about.
Mrs. Lee did not seem to lack money. She was also in love with her husband. The two of them had such a good relationship, how could they not even have a child?
The house was not small now. After her husband passed away, the children did not even come back to take a look.
It was very strange. The more she thought about it, the more strange she felt.
"We don't have children."
Mrs. Lee smiled and pulled Xue Xue'er to sit on the sofa at the side. She continued to say to her, "At that time, I was also pregnant, but later on, I was careless. The child fell, so I also hurt my body. I was no longer able to carry it "
That was why they were the only two of them in their lives, leaving behind regrets.
So that's how it is.
Xue Xue'er's eyes were filled with unspeakable pity.
If the two of them had a good relationship but really did not have a child, there would be a regret in their lives.
An imperfect life was like this.
But looking at those photos, Xue Xue'er still had some doubts.
Could it be that the two of them did not even have a relative? At this point, there should be someone coming over to help the madame deal with the funeral.
"Sigh, relatives are unreliable."
Seemingly seeing the doubt in Xue Xue'er's eyes, Mrs. Lee smiled faintly but there was a bitterness in her smile.
Relatives, sometimes it might be the person who pushed you to hell.
Her relationship with her husband was good and the two of them did business together. The husband and wife were united and their profits cut off gold. They had saved a lot of family business and money.
However, they did not have children, so many relatives had thoughts that they should not have.
"When we were young, we were short-tempered. Later, our parents left, and we did not have children. Our relatives flocked to our house and waited to divide our property."
When Mrs. Lee said this, her eyes were a little cold.
She had lived for a lifetime and was already at this age. Naturally, she could see through the thoughts of those people.
Her ugly face made her feel incomparably disgusted.
"Designer Xue, actually, these people are all here for money. You know, I also know."
Mrs. Lee leaned against the sofa and closed her eyes.
Sunlight shone through the house and covered her body with a layer of gold. The cat she raised came over and mewled softly beside her feet.
Xue Xue'er looked at her with some sympathy and softly sighed.
Money was a good thing, but it was also something that made people ugly.
"Then Mrs. Lee, you are..."
Xue Xue'er raised the design drafts in her hands towards her.
"I want to hold a wedding with my wife, a wedding in a wedding dress."
Mrs. Lee's eyes were filled with tears.2
"The two of us have been married for 50 years. We agreed that we would have a wedding together for the rest of our lives. I was wearing a wedding dress and he was wearing a suit, but he had stomach cancer and couldn't bear it."
At this point, Mrs. Lee's tears fell.
She was really sad.
After being together for decades, one side suddenly left. It was like cutting a knife in her life, cutting away all the most important things in her life.
Forget it.
"Mrs. Lee, don't worry. I will make it for you."
Xue Xue'er held her hand tightly.
She was old and her skin was also dry. After clenching it tightly, there was an indescribable dry feeling. It even made Xue Xue'er feel a bit of pain.
However, she still did not let go and looked firmly at Mrs. Lee.
"Good, good child. Thank you so much."
Mrs. Lee said in a low voice with a kind expression.
After Xue Xue'er showed her the design drafts, she once again confirmed that there were no problems. It was the appearance that she wanted in her heart before bringing the design drafts back home.
As soon as she entered the house, she threw herself at Ouyang Qing'an's side.
"Qing'an, the two of us must walk for a long time."
As she spoke, she showed him the design drafts.
"Can you help me prepare the materials? I want to personally make a wedding dress for the madame."
The materials she wanted were all top grade. If it was for Wang Nan, Wang Nan would definitely make the company pay for it.
"Don't worry."
Ouyang Qing'an kissed her forehead. "Why did you suddenly want to make it yourself? Just give it to the custom-made wedding dress company."
"No, I want to do it myself."
Xue Xue'er looked at him firmly.
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