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, “Master Jiang…I-I’m free tonight, you know…”
And every adult knows what it means.
“Sorry.” Jiang Xiuyuan only returned with a glance and a perverted smile. “I’ve tasted you before and it didn’t last in my mind. So, you know…” He took out his handkerchief and wiped the stain of scarlet off his lips’ corner before tossing the handkerchief into the toilet bowl.
“A woman’s lipstick is meant to be tasted by a man. Therefore, use some quality gloss, not these crayons.”
It’s a kind of pollution, I tell ya.
“…” The maid frowned yet there was nothing much she could do. There was nothing she dared to do either.
——
Back to the dining hall, Mo Ning ran into Huo Run who, with her lips rubbing in dismay, proactively seized her arm and smiled, “Let me introduce you to my parents.” Mo Ning noticed the wine glass half empty in her grip, the pupils in her eyes rolled as she nodded, “Sure. Pleasure.”
Huo Run then heaved Mo Ning all the way through the hall until they stopped by a couple who was obviously husband and wife.
“Mommy, daddy, this is my friend.” 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 tie—the prince on the dark horse. Lu Zhaoyang was wearing her Qipao, bright red like her personality—the 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 increased— there was hardly any sign of aging on his face. The woman’s eyes were crystal clear like the lakewater near the mountain with petals of cherry blossom.
“Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. Huo, I’m Mo Ning.” 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!
“…” Lu Zhaoyang thought she was seeing things.
Are you sure you didn’t have another wife out there? And this is not your illegitimate child?
No, you shouldn’t 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.
“Ahem,” Huo Yunting’s cough broke the silence, even though he was very much distracted by Mo Ning’s face too. It was familiar. Too familiar.
Huo Run giggled, “I know. Don’t you feel surprised too? Mo Ning shares the same eyes with daddy!”
Lu Zhaoyang nodded quietly and finally let go of her sight from Mo Ning’s eyes.
He does not have Huo Yunting’s face—Not exactly the same. There’s something off though. It felt like he’s like a man—but quite exactly.
“You’re Mo Ning?”
“Yes, Mrs. Huo.” 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…
“Call me Aunty Huo.”
