Chapter 23
Xiao Chi, Give Sister Some Face
Xu Lu gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Those in the upper-class society had always been snobbish. It had been so many years and she thought she had finally blended into their circles. Yet it had never occurred to her that those people who would smile at her when they crossed paths, would deem her worthless behind her back.
“On the other hand, that girl who performed last, Wen Qiao, she’s the prettiest in the entire hall and also has a remarkable disposition. Furthermore, she’s Wen Jianmin’s biological daughter.”
“But didn’t Wen Jianmin abandon them? All these years it seems like he’s been disregarding them completely.”
“Even if that’s the case, she’s the rightful eldest daughter of the Wen family. With our kind of family background, or course we need to consider one’s identity.”
The washroom door opened and closed, and silence ensued in the washroom.
Hidden in the cubicle, Xu Lu’s tears quietly slipped down her cheeks. Why did this world harbor such animosity towards her? What did she do wrong?
…
When Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou got to the entrance of Nine Middle School, they saw a Black Bentley parked under a Chinese parasol tree. The car window was half-opened and the black-suited man inside was sitting with his back straight. With his gaze slightly lowered, he appeared icy and distant, emitting a coldness that made Lu Youyou not dare to go near.
“Is he Fu Nanli?”
“Mm.”
Wen Qiao pulled Lu Youyou to the car and flashed at him the smile of a naive nineteen-year-old female student.
“I’m here. This is my best friend, Lu Youyou.”
Fu Nanli’s vision shifted from his phone to Wen Qiao’s face. Seeing up close this face so handsome it angered the gods, Lu Youyou was rendered speechless. Only after a moment did she manage stutteringly, “Hello Mr. Fu, I… I frequently hear Qiaoqiao mention your name.”
She then nudged Wen Qiao’s waist, as if to say ‘Was my performance alright?’.
Wen Qiao let out a soft cough.
Fu Nanli gave a fleeting smile out of courtesy, which seemed to carry with it a hint of charity.
Lu Youyou, whose head was still spinning over his gorgeous looks, managed to retain a sliver of rationality amid her dazedness. “Err, I shan’t intrude upon you two then.”
It was clearly written on Captain Fu’s face that he didn’t want her to play gooseberry. Reading that perfectly well, she left immediately.
After Lu Youyou left, Wen Qiao was about to get into the car, when someone hooked his arm around her neck. “Wen Qiao, who is this?”
Why did his imposing sister appear so meek in front of this man?
Wen Qiao’s heart skipped a beat. She pulled Wen Chi’s hand and spoke in a hushed tone, “Xiao Chi, give Sister some face, will you?”
Can you please not expose my tough girl image in front of Young Master Fu?
Oh, how the tables had turned.
Wen Chi raised a brow. “Let me consider for a moment.”
Looking at the arm around Wen Qiao’s neck, Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression darkened.
“This is my younger brother.”
With a lingering gaze, Fu Nanli repeated, “Younger brother?”
“Mm. Biological younger brother.”
Only then did his tense expression ease. He gave a slight nod as a form of greeting, which was about as respectful a response a stranger could expect from him.
Wen Qiao lowered her voice and said to Wen Chi, “I have something on. You and Xiao Mo go home first and do your homework. Don’t run about, do you hear me?”
“He is…?”
“Cough… I’ll tell you when I get home. Be good and go home now.”
With that, she pulled open the car door and got into the car, meeting Fu Nanli’s gaze with a smile. “You’ve yet to fully recover. You should return to the hospital.”
“Drive.” Fu Nanli gave a simple order. The new chauffeur was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, and he looked steady and seemed to be one of few words. He immediately started the engine. Wen Qiao waved at Wen Chi through the car window and the car slowly drove away.
“Your younger brother doesn’t know about us?”
The man suddenly spoke. Facing him, Wen Qiao had to be extremely focused.