Sang Yuan’s father was actually quite charismatic-looking, but Sang Yuan herself had refused. Ting Wan couldn’t just stubbornly insist on doing a look-alike makeup for her, could she!
However, Ting Wan did successfully join the organization and even gave herself a codename: “Ting Wan.”
After witnessing Ting Wan’s makeup skills, Sang Yuan, still in a daze, had agreed in a heartbeat.
Are you kidding? Such uncanny—no, masterful—makeup skills were a godsend for people like them who needed to make contact in secret and act with caution!
Besides, this delicate young lady—bah, this lively and adorable wheedler—was even willing to teach them. This was a huge boon.
“You sit here for a bit. I’m going to wash my face. I’ll take you home after dinner.”
Happy as she was, Sang Yuan felt increasingly awkward looking at the look-alike makeup on her face that made her resemble someone else. She decided to just go wash it off. Before she left, however, she didn’t forget to tell Ting Wan to sit and amuse herself.
Ting Wan took the opportunity to casually survey Sang Yuan’s bedroom.
She hadn’t looked closely just now. Only upon careful inspection did she realize that the style of Sang Yuan’s bedroom was quite eclectic.
It was a mix of Chinese and Western styles, a coexistence of cute and cool. There were pink lace and a pitch-black hunting rifle, minimalist colors and flamboyant combinations.
The main theme was a riot of color and dazzling variety.
“Aiyo, my dear daughter! You’ve learned to dress up!”
As Ting Wan was looking around, the door was tapped twice perfunctorily, then pushed open with a “thwack.” Sang Yuan’s father, Fourth Master Sang, the head of the White Tiger Hall, zipped in with his slick, shiny bald head.
Ting Wan shot up from the sofa by reflex.
Although this Fourth Master Sang was smiling and looked rather amiable, the way he zipped in, dressed like a black-skinned mouse, was genuinely startling.
“Hello, Uncle.”
After jumping up, Ting Wan felt a tiny bit awkward and tried her best to offer a well-behaved and cute greeting.
As she finished her greeting, two voices spoke at the same time.
Fourth Master Sang earnestly put on an amiable smile. “Oh, you must be the friend of Yuan’yuan that Kun’zi mentioned!”
Sang Yuan, who had just come out of the bathroom after washing her face, saw her father and completely forgot someone else was in the room. She blurted out, “Dad, why are you wearing that black mouse-skin outfit again?”
They looked at each other, and an awkward silence fell between them.
“Ahem, Dad, dinner should be ready soon, right? Youning came over to hang out with me. We need to send her back early after we eat so her family doesn’t worry.”
Sang Yuan was changing the subject stiffly.
Fourth Master Sang was very cooperative. “Right, I’ll go check on how the dishes are coming along in the kitchen.”
Then, he walked away, his movements slightly uncoordinated.
The subsequent meal was quite pleasant for Ting Wan.
As the first friend Sang Yuan had ever brought home—and a girl who wore dresses and presented herself as delicate and well-behaved at that—everyone from Fourth Master Sang and his wife down to Sang Yuan’s younger brother welcomed Ting Wan warmly.
They even packed two large boxes of pastries for Ting Wan to take with her when she left.
“From now on, come hang out with me after school every day. Does your schedule allow it?” Sang Yuan asked Ting Wan as they neared the Su residence.
“I can. Why wouldn’t I be able to?”
Of course, Ting Wan wasn’t going to refuse.
Between dedicating her red heart to the motherland and being dragged by Su Xiaomo to participate in various pointless activities where she could show off her protagonist halo, Ting Wan could still tell which was more important and more meaningful.
Just like that, Ting Wan returned home with two large boxes of pastries.
At home, dinner had also just ended, and they had shown no intention of saving any food for her.
Forget saving food; the moment she returned, she was met with a barrage of accusations.
“Where have you been? Your younger sister was kind enough to get you a role in the drama club’s play, and not only were you ungrateful, you just ran off! You’re the older sister, so much older than her. Can’t you dote on your sister a little more!”
The speaker was Mr. Su. He wore a stern expression, as if Ting Wan had committed some heinous crime.
Moreover, his words actually made Ting Wan want to laugh.
It was true that Su Xiaomo was the younger sister, but she was only younger by a single day.
The original Youning’s mother had been dead for so long that Mr. Su had forgotten how the current Mrs. Su and Su Xiaomo had come into the family.
She was just a mistress who had shown up pregnant and been given the status of a concubine.
Furthermore, she had gone into labor on the same day as the original Youning’s mother; it was only because of a difficult birth that she didn’t deliver until the next day.
“Sang Yuan took me to her house to hang out. I told the driver. I can’t act anyway. If I really went to perform, wouldn’t I just be embarrassing myself?” Ting Wan placed the boxes of pastries on the table. “Uncle Sang asked me to bring these pastries back for the family to try.”
Although the Su family’s move to Hong City was not far off, it was a last-minute decision by Mr. Su. At this moment, Mr. Su had no thoughts of moving his family elsewhere.
Therefore, the name of the Sang Family, the biggest local power in Liu City, was truly effective.
Mr. Su’s stern face changed in an instant. “Sang Yuan? The daughter of Fourth Master Sang of the White Tiger Hall? So ‘Uncle Sang’ is Fourth Master Sang? He asked you to bring these pastries back?”
The Sang Family wasn’t just a gang; they also had extensive business dealings in Liu City.
Ting Wan nodded. “Of course.”
At this, Mr. Su’s face bloomed into a smile. “Truly my daughter! To be able to make friends with someone as outstanding as the Sang Family’s young lady!”
Ting Wan seized the opportunity and hinted at him with her eyes. “Dad, Sang Yuan also invited me to hang out with her again tomorrow!”
Mr. Su understood. He smiled and instructed Mrs. Su, who was sitting to the side, “Give Youning two hundred yuan. When she’s out and about, we can’t let Miss Sang look down on our Su family.”
Mrs. Su’s expression was practically contorted, but she could only agree.
She had stopped the driver from saying too much and had her daughter cry in front of Mr. Su, all with the intention of making the old master despise this eyesore left behind by his former wife even more. Who would have thought that she would be the one forking out money first?
She glanced sideways at Mr. Su, who was already fiddling with the pastries in high spirits.
Reluctant as she was, she had to give the money. Mrs. Su flicked her handkerchief and went to fetch the money with a sway of her hips.
At this moment, Su Xiaomo suddenly spoke up, her voice full of envy. “Big Sister is so amazing. Sang Yuan won’t even talk to me.”
Ah! That damn laser beam!
All the servants present looked over. Who knows how their minds worked, but their gazes were like spotlights, filled with condemnation.
Mr. Su tore a bit of his attention away from his cheerful mood and handed a pastry to Su Xiaomo. “Alright, our Xiaomo is sensible and beautiful. Everyone who sees you loves you!”
However, his words contained no hint of asking Ting Wan to take Su Xiaomo along.
After all, he was still clear in his heart about the Sang Family’s status versus his own.
Besides, as the daughter of a gang leader, her temper probably wasn’t that great. It was better for Su Xiaomo not to go.