Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
When a man gave his money and put his hands in his pocket, it was usually a sign of farewell. A permanent one, of course. The maid acted in agitation, grabbing her apron as the ribbons stranding down her hair shook, âMaster Jiang...I-Iâm free tonight, you know...â
And every adult knows what it means.
âSorry.â Jiang Xiuyuan only returned with a glance and a perverted smile. âIâve tasted you before and it didnât last in my mind. So, you know...â He took out his handkerchief and wiped the stain of scarlet off his lipsâ corner before tossing the handkerchief into the toilet bowl.
âA womanâs lipstick is meant to be tasted by a man. Therefore, use some quality gloss, not these crayons.â
Itâs a kind of pollution, I tell ya.
â...â The maid frowned yet there was nothing much she could do. There was nothing she dared to do either.
ââ
Back to the dining hall, Mo Ning ran into Huo Run who, with her lips rubbing in dismay, proactively seized her arm and smiled, âLet me introduce you to my parents.â Mo Ning noticed the wine glass half empty in her grip, the pupils in her eyes rolled as she nodded, âSure. Pleasure.â
Huo Run then heaved Mo Ning all the way through the hall until they stopped by a couple who was obviously husband and wife.
âMommy, daddy, this is my friend.â And both Huo Yunting and Lu Zhaoyang turned to look at their daughter almost immediately after. Huo Yunting was in his classic suit, the dark coat and tieâthe prince on the dark horse. Lu Zhaoyang was wearing her Qipao, bright red like her personalityâthe princess of the royal temple. Both royalty and made perfect for each other.
However, their facial features were more surprising to Mo Ning compared to their clothing.
The man was clearly in his forties yet only the wisdom and maturity in his eyes increasedâ there was hardly any sign of aging on his face. The womanâs eyes were crystal clear like the lakewater near the mountain with petals of cherry blossom.
âGreetings, Mr. and Mrs. Huo, Iâm Mo Ning.â Towards the otherworldly couple, she smiled and greeted.
Finally! There they are!
My target!
Her smile tightened as a strange excitement got into her.
And it was that very smile that stunned Lu Zhaoyang.
Those eyes...
She took a glance at Huo Yunting.
They were the same!
â...â Lu Zhaoyang thought she was seeing things.
Are you sure you didnât have another wife out there? And this is not your illegitimate child?
No, you shouldnât have. You will never do that to me.
But who is this young man then?
Lu Zhaoyang looked upon Mo Ning again, staring right into her eyes, trying to figure out the lights in her pupils.
âAhem,â Huo Yuntingâs cough broke the silence, even though he was very much distracted by Mo Ningâs face too. It was familiar. Too familiar.
Huo Run giggled, âI know. Donât you feel surprised too? Mo Ning shares the same eyes with daddy!â
Lu Zhaoyang nodded quietly and finally let go of her sight from Mo Ningâs eyes.
He does not have Huo Yuntingâs faceâNot exactly the same. Thereâs something off though. It felt like heâs like a manâbut quite exactly.
âYouâre Mo Ning?â
âYes, Mrs. Huo.â Mo Ning beamed at Lu Zhaoyang.
That smile again shook her. It was extremely familiar. So familiar that she almost thought this young man was her...
âCall me Aunty Huo.â