At 10 a.m., six cars slowly drove into Nanjiang Villa, one of which was the black SUV carrying Tang Xiaowan.
Nanny Wu hurried to welcome them.
As soon as Li Zishen got out of the car, he went to the back of the black SUV with a smile in his eyes, opened the car door for Tang Xiaowan, and took her hand, slowly bringing her into everyone’s view.
"Hello, Nanny Wu!" Tang Xiaowan’s voice was neither too loud nor too soft, sweet and soft.
"Hello, Lady Tang, it has been a tiring journey for you."
"Not at all, you’re the one who has had the hard time. I’m sorry for the trouble."
A radiant smile then bloomed.
"Thank you, Lady Tang, for your consideration. This way, please."
Nanny Wu thought to herself: She really is a lovely young lady and quite thoughtful. She even looks more radiant than in her photos—truly beautiful.
A moment later, Nanny Wu quickly approached Li Zishen and said in a low voice, "Young Master, the lady of the house asked you to drop by the study."
Without a word, Li Zishen took Tang Xiaowan toward the main entrance of the villa, keeping a smile on his face the whole way.
"Hello, Lady Tang, you must be tired!"
The servants at the door bowed in response, all the while silently expressing their thoughts.
—She seems nice, but those pants are a bit... dowdy.
—Her skin is so fair, and her waist is so slender!
"Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome to Miss Tang Xiaowan’s arrival, hahaha."
Li Zihan’s exaggerated voice suddenly came through.
Tang Xiaowan’s eyes widened, "Thank you."
Li Zishen said, "Chat with your sister-in-law for a bit. I’m going to the study and will be back soon."
As he spoke, Li Zishen’s gaze wasn’t on his brother but was tenderly fixed on Tang Xiaowan.
"Don’t worry, brother, I’ll stick right by her."
Once Li Zishen had left, Tang Xiaowan went to the living room with Li Zihan, and everyone went about their business at Nanny Wu’s signal.
Then, Li Zihan finally spoke seriously, "Why are you dressed today?"
"What do you mean, doesn’t it look good?"
"Well, it’s a bit like..."
"Like it’s cheap, like something from a street stall, looks like a bad kid, not like a good person?"
Li Zihan coughed lightly, his throat bobbing slightly, "Not exactly... How is it not good? It’s quite nice, actually."
"Oh then, that’s fine."
Actually, Tang Xiaowan’s usual attire was quite demure, but today was indeed somewhat unconventional.
Li Zihan strongly suspected that the two cut-out butterflies on her jeans had been hastily snipped with scissors, and as for the grey shirt, the color and style were passable—if worn normally, that is. But Tang Xiaowan had tied a big bow at the side of her shirt.
A while back, Li Zihan had indeed seen other girls dressed this way.
At 20, a brimming, vigorous age, it was usually quite a feast for the eyes because when they reached their arms up, a bit of their delicate waist would show, a rather intriguing sight.
But when the same outfit was worn by Tang Xiaowan, he suddenly found it glaringly conspicuous, wishing he could untie that knot immediately and cover her waist.
Thinking this, his ears inexplicably reddened.
"That is, I mean, you look more ladylike in a skirt, like the length you usually wear." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel fire.net
Tang Xiaowan grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, chuckled, "Why should I act ladylike? I’m just here for a visit today, it’s not a festival or anything. The more casual, the better. Your brother specifically told me so last night."
As she spoke, she started to crack the seeds, utterly confident in her stance.
"Please, my brother said that because he was afraid you’d be nervous, and worried you’d come up with all sorts of strange excuses... to chicken out, that’s why he said it."
"How could that be possible? He’s so thick-skinned, afraid of nothing; you’re overthinking it."