Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Time passed by, and the station's announcement finally sounded, informing that the last vehicle heading to the destination was about to arrive.

Shen Qingyue quickly prepared herself. Once the vehicle arrived at the station, she could get on the bus as soon as possible and start her journey.

Although her face looked calm, the tension and expectation inside her heart could not be concealed.

Finally, the vehicle slowly drove into the station. Shen Qingyue quickly got on the bus and found a window seat to sit down.

She looked out the car window at the fading city scene, silently praying that everything would go well.

After Shen Qingyue sat down, she took out a sketchbook and some paintbrushes from her bag.

There was concentration in her eyes. Even during the journey, Shen Qingyue's mind was still busy with creation.

She opened the sketchbook and there were already several preliminary design sketches on it.

These were all sketched out when inspiration struck her, but now, she plans to further develop these scattered ideas into complete clothing designs.

The scenery outside the car window is constantly changing, gradually transitioning from the bustling city to the tranquility of the suburbs.

But Shen Qingyue's attention was completely focused on her drawing paper. The paintbrush in her hand dances gently on the paper, and with each stroke, elegant and unique clothing designs gradually take shape.

Shen Qingyue lowered her head and worked intently, her brows slightly furrowed, obviously thinking about every detail of the design.

She would occasionally stop and look out the window as if searching for inspiration, then quickly return to her sketchbook to continue her work.

Passengers around me occasionally cast curious glances, obviously curious about this woman who was still working during the journey.

Shen Qingyue was completely unaware of it, completely immersed in her design world.

The brush in her hand is light and powerful, and every line appears natural and smooth.

As the vehicle bumped, her hand was as steady as a rock, without any impact.

Shen Qingyue focused on her design, and the brush moved smoothly on the paper.

Suddenly, two men dressed roughly and looking like gangsters walked up to her seat.

Their eyes were looking at Shen Qingyue's sketchbook, and then a man with a sly smile started to strike up a conversation.

"Hey, beauty, what are you drawing? It's very beautiful!" There was a hint of malicious ridicule in his voice.

Shen Qingyue raised her head and glanced at them, her eyes showing displeasure. Her voice was cold: "Please leave, I don't want to be disturbed."

Another person in the gang approached provocatively, as if he wanted to cause trouble: "Hey, beauty, don't be so cold. We just want to chat."

Shen Qingyue's brows furrowed and her voice became firmer: "I've already said, please leave. I don't need to chat with you."

The two people were obviously a little annoyed when they saw Shen Qingyue's attitude. One of them reached out and tried to grab Shen Qingyue's sketchbook.

Shen Qingyue quickly put the sketchbook next to her, and her voice became stern: "Don't touch my things. I'm warning you, if you don't leave, I will call someone."

After seeing Shen Qingyue's resolute attitude, the two gangsters looked evil and seemed to be planning to take more violent measures.

One of them raised his hand, as if he wanted to take strong action against Shen Qingyue.

However, just as they were about to take action, a conductor in uniform walked over quickly, her eyes revealing sternness and unquestionable majesty.

The conductor's aunt asked angrily: "What are you doing? Are you making trouble on the shuttle bus and looking for trouble?"

The two gangsters were shocked by the conductor's aura, and their movements suddenly stopped.

One of the gangsters tried to defend: "We were just chatting with this lady." The conductor's aunt didn't buy it, and her voice became more severe: "Looking at you, it doesn't look like you are chatting? Leave now, or I will call the police."

Shen Qingyue sat quietly at this time, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes, and nodded towards the conductor.

When the two gangsters saw this, they realized that continuing to entangle would only cause more trouble, so they reluctantly backed away.

The conductor's aunt turned to Shen Qingyue and asked with concern: "Miss, are you okay? They didn't do anything to you, right?"

Shen Qingyue replied softly: "I'm fine. Thank you for showing up in time."

The conductor aunt nodded, still vigilant: "If they come to bother you again, just tell me. I can speak in this car."

Shen Qingyue smiled and expressed her gratitude: "Okay, I understand. Thank you."

The conductor's aunt gave a few instructions, and after confirming that Shen Qingyue was okay, she continued to patrol the carriages.

Shen Qingyue picked up the paintbrush again. Although the episode just now made her a little uneasy, she quickly devoted herself to the design again.

As the scenery outside the car window continues to change, Shen Qingyue's designs gradually become richer.

Her brushstrokes are precise and agile, turning her ideas into reality bit by bit.

In her brushstrokes, the outlines and details of the clothes gradually emerge, and every stroke is full of life.

After a period of dedicated work, Shen Qingyue finally completed two design drawings.

She looked over her work with satisfaction, then carefully put the drawings away in her bag.

At this moment, the carriage announcement informed the passengers that they were about to arrive at the station.

Shen Qingyue raised her head and looked out of the car window and found that the car had driven into a peaceful rural scene.

She packed her things and prepared to get out of the car. The car slowly stopped on the small platform. Shen Qingyue stood up, picked up her bag, and walked towards the car door.

Shen Qingyue walked down the stairs and stepped lightly onto the land of the town.

She looked around, breathing in the fresh air and feeling the tranquility that was so different from the city.

Shen Qingyue stood by the station in the small town, looking around, looking for the way to Jiang Mingyuan's house.

Since Jiang Mingyuan drove her here before, she was not familiar with this place and felt a little confused.

She decided to ask local residents, hoping to find some clues.

Shen Qingyue walked towards an old woman who was setting up a stall on the roadside. Her voice was gentle and polite: "Excuse me, Auntie, I'm looking for a place. Are you familiar with this place?"

The old woman looked up at Shen Qingyue and smiled kindly: "Of course, I have lived here all my life. Where are you looking for?"

Shen Qingyue briefly described the characteristics of Jiang Mingyuan's benefactor's residence, hoping to get some clues.

The old woman thought for a while, then nodded: "Oh, I know who you are talking about. Where you want to go, walk along the main road from here for about fifteen minutes, then turn right, there is a small road leading directly to it. there."

When Shen Qingyue heard this answer, a grateful smile appeared on her face: "Thank you very much, auntie."

The old woman waved her hand to say you're welcome: "Little girl, be careful yourself. The roads around here are not easy to walk on."

Shen Qingyue nodded and expressed her gratitude. (End of chapter)