Such matters are not for your ears.

Hajj halted his words.

Do you have any blueprints? I would like to take a look.

Upon hearing Fong's request for blueprints, Hajj was momentarily takenback.

It was unexpected.

This lad seemed knowledgeable, aware that blueprints could discern the veracity of his tales.

He patted his chest and proclaimed indeed I possess them personally designed and refined.

Though I fear you may not appreciate their worth and the blueprints.

I didn't te bring them.

I shall present them to you next time.

Hajj pushed his glass toward the proprietor, ordering another round, charging it to his tab.

The two debated for quite some time over the blueprints.

Burp.

You're quite something, lad.

When I come again, I will bring the blueprints to broaden your horizons.

With that, he staggered away, burping as he went.

Fonggho watched his retreating figure.

It seemed he had genuinely encountered a charlatan, having been duped out of several drinks.

Should I go out and give him a thrashing? Anya glanced through the window at the desolate street.

If I were to go out now and find a quiet spot, who would even know who delivered the beating? Never mind, it is merely a few drinks.

After settling the bill with the proprietor, Fong Hao ordered some smoked meat to store in his space and returned to the inn for a rest.

The following morning, sunlight streamed through the window, rousing Fong Hao from his slumber.

Shielding his eyes from the bright rays, he turned and sat up.

Knock knock knock.

A voice from outside the door called out, "Mister Fongghao, the Lord of the city has sent word, requesting your presence.

It appears that Rebecca wishes to meet with me.

" Very well, I understand.

Chapter 250.

Purchasing a shop after the servant conveyed the message, he departed without delay.

Fongghao rose from his slumber and attended to his morning ablutions.

He retrieved the attire he had prepared from the Lord<unk>'s book, mindful that a visit to the Lord's mansion warranted a more dignified appearance.

After freshening up, he proceeded to the adjacent room to rouse the slumbering Anja.

Following a meal in the grand hall on the first floor, they set off for the Lord's mansion.

At the back courtyard of the mansion, the servant gestured ahead, "Sir, it is just ahead.

" The two traversed a shaded path, gradually delving deeper into the courtyard.

As they navigated the path, a picturesque pond came into view, adorned by blossoming flowers and lush greenery, with butterflies and birds fluttering about, undisturbed even by passers by.

Beside the mirror-like pond, Rebecca sat gracefully in a white rocking chair, absorbing the book she held, the sunlight casting a warm glow upon her.

As the rocking chair swayed, her ethereal white gauzy dress and delicate bare feet gently followed the rhythm.

Such a woman was simply irresistible, "Madam, Mr.

Fong Ho has arrived.

" The servant announced softly.

Rebecca set her book aside and turned her gaze towards Fong Hao.

"You arrived last night?" she inquired.

Indeed, Madame Rebecca, Fonha replied with a smile.

Rising from her seat, she stepped barefoot onto the grass and remarked, "Is the sample dress complete? I would love to see it.

I hope your design is well executed.

" "Of course," Fongo responded, presenting the finished sample dress.

As he stood by, a nearby maid stepped forward to assist Rebecca in removing her attire, revealing her fair and voluuptuous figure, radiating elegance.

Fungho smiled openly, savoring the view with a sense of propriety.

As she dawned the sample dress, Rebecca approached the pond s edge, scrutinizing her reflection.

The blue gown hugged her form, accentuating the exquisite contours of her femininity.

Her graceful neck and the luscious pale arms emerged from the sleeveless design, captivating even without adorements.

The fitted dress enhanced her bosom, creating a full and alluring silhouette.

Her rounded hips accentuated the curves of her waist, while the audaciously short skirt paired with white stockings lent the dignified lady of the mansion an added touch of allure.

Though she contemplated offering her own suggestions, the reflection in the water made her hesitant, fearing that her lack of expertise might detract from the dress's impact.

Even as a mere sample, it had already garnered her satisfaction.

Noticing Fong How's gaze upon her, she turned gracefully.

A slight smile gracing her lips as she asked, "Is there anything you think requires modification?" "In that moment, she placed greater trust in Fonga's judgment than her own.

" "Perfectly exquisite, Madame Rebecca.

It renders you even more enchanting," Fong Ho praised.

"A faint blush crept across her previously composed features, and she shot a playful glance at the young man before her.

" With a smile, she quipped, "I must be cautious then, lest your affections turn back.

I would be the one at a loss.

In the city, there exists a remarkably innovative fabric merchant, a man possessing the heart of a woman.

He harbors an admiration for all things feminine, which intriguingly extends to dashing men as well.

On several occasions, he was selected to design garments for Rebecca.

Fongo smiled slightly, offering no further explanation.

At that moment, a servant approached, carrying a tall mirror and placing it upon grass.

As Rebecca gazed into the mirror, she casually remarked, "I heard you open a restaurant in Pru City.

" Funa was momentarily takenback.

It seemed that Rebecca had dispatched someone to inquire about him.

A wave of anxiety washed over him, fearing that his FA a femininity might be exposed.

Yet, he swiftly quelled this concern, reasoning that if his secret were at risk, Rebecca would likely react.

It appeared she had merely made inquiries through some merchants without conducting a thorough investigation.

Assuming the role of a fabric merchant should not warrant the need for spies.

Indeed, how is business? Rebecca inquired nonchalantly as though engaging in casual conversation.

Quite well.

I have a fair number of customers, he replied.

You are quite the ambitious young man, Rebecca complimented.

Fonggha, though still young, not only embraced innovative and bold designs, but also managed a flourishing restaurant.

"Thank you for your kind words, Madame Rebecca.

I hope for your continued support when I open a store in Lis," he responded politely.

"Certainly, it is evident that you are a capable young man.

Lis welcomes individuals of your caliber," Rebecca replied warmly.

"Thank you, madam.

I wonder if there are any shops for sale on the commercial street.

If so, I would like to view them today," Fong House stated directly.

The sooner he could establish his business, the better.

He did not wish to prolong the process.

Rebecca's gaze shifted from the mirror.

Curiosity peaked by Fonggha's eagerness to see a shop so soon.

"Come here," she called softly.

A maid hurried over, "Madam!" "Yes, please check if there are any shops for sale on the commercial street.

" "Yes, madam," the maid responded promptly before swiftly departing.

As the lady of Lysus, Rebecca possessed advantages that Fongo did not.

Those cunning merchants, no matter how bold, would think twice before provoking the Lord's house, especially when it was led by a woman.

Once the maid had left, Fong how expressed his gratitude once more.

"Thank you, Madame Rebecca.

It's nothing, merely a small matter.

I genuinely hope you can establish your shop in Lis.