CHAPTER 1925: CHAPTER 1925: YE YAN’S BIOLOGICAL MOTHER 5

Beautiful as it is, it can’t be worn to show off to everyone.

Feng Qingxue regretfully took it off and changed back into her original outfit, instantly losing some of her luster.

"Why aren’t you wearing it? It looks so good on you. Look at me, I just put on a dress, and I almost made old Zheng stare blankly," said Chen Xueniang, who, despite being over fifty, still had fair and smooth skin and remained charming. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes only added elegance, not detracting from her looks. The white shirt paired with a navy blue skirt made her look even more graceful and poised.

Feng Qingxue sighed, "I’m in the military district compound; I have to be mindful of my influence, my dear sister."

Chen Xueniang touched her smooth face and teased, "It’s fine. Just wear it at home for Lu Jiang. We don’t have to dress up for outsiders. I’m sure Lu Jiang would especially agree with what I just said."

"How can you, as my sister, speak so improperly," Feng Qingxue said, playfully swatting her hand away.

Chen Xueniang chuckled, folded a light blue silk round-neck sleeveless dress, and placed it together with a folded white shirt and green skirt, "The color of this blue dress is fresh and very suitable for Fubao’s age. You bring it to her. In front of such a young girl, at this blooming age, and since the outside isn’t as strict as it used to be, it would be a shame not to dress her up nicely!"

Feng Qingxue wholeheartedly agreed, believing that the love of beauty is a woman’s nature. Even in this era where beauty was suppressed, many women still pursued beauty, just not too blatantly.

Walking on the street, you could already see women wearing skirts, at least two out of every ten people.

They weren’t the popular empress dresses from the previous two years but simple skirts and dresses, the latter somewhat reminiscent of the popular Bragis of the fifties and sixties, usually with small prints. Although not as popular as the red and yellow skirts of the early eighties that swept the streets, most women were showcasing their good looks and temperament.

A lover of beauty like Fubao wore a patchwork dress she made herself.

Fubao’s needlework skills were better than Feng Qingxue’s; she could use a sewing machine and do embroidery, all taught by old ladies back home. The dress was made by altering old clothes — a white old shirt with the sleeves removed, collar altered, waist cinched, and then stitched together with a red floral skirt, pleated at the waist. It looked particularly pretty on her, and the red headband matched the skirt hem.

Feng Qingxue never taught her to make clothes, yet she had the talent.

The only thing green on her was the jade bracelet on her wrist that she adored, which she wore after school every day and removed before going to school to avoid accidents and gossip.

Seeing such a beautifully dressed daughter, the first thing Feng Qingxue did when she got home was to change into the clothes Chen Xueniang had given her.

Lu Erxiong was sharing the fruits she brought back with his brothers, sweating profusely. When he saw her come out of the room, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "Mom, you look stunning, my dad is really lucky!"

Ye Yan, Dundun, and Zhuangzhuang unanimously agreed, not forgetting to munch on apples in agreement.

Fubao ran over to her mother, looking up at her. Since Feng Qingxue was already taller and now wearing wedge heels, she noticed her shirt’s collar was unbuttoned, unlike most people who buttoned it tightly, making her neck look slender. Fubao learned a trick, "Mom, your neck looks a bit bare. Maybe it would look even better with a piece of green jade jewelry."

Feng Qingxue touched her neck, "That’s a great suggestion; I’ll go look for something."