After Ye Tiao became Shi Mei’s makeup teacher, she only punctually gave her three lessons a week.
Yet sometimes Ye Tiao would also come over and take Shi Mei out to have fun—at least, that’s how it appeared to Aunt Chen.
But when Ye Tiao wasn’t around, Aunt Chen would become afraid Shi Mei might develop some ailment from being cooped up inside and would try all means to get her to exercise.
Taking her for a run, planting flowers, or even cutting a few blooms for her to play with was the norm.
Suddenly, Xiao Xu knocked on the door, "Aunt Chen, Miss Bai is here."
Shi Mei’s attention shifted from the flower in her hand to the doorway.
Ever since Xiong Kaishuo’s incident, Bai Yuejie seemed to have disappeared from Shi Mei’s world.
Aunt Chen was overjoyed, saying, "Really, Miss Bai hasn’t visited for a long time, and the young lady must miss her, right?"
Shi Mei, fiddling with the petals, looked up smilingly and said, "Yeah."
Without Bai Yuejie visiting her, she had become bored.
It was just uncertain what kind of new drama Bai Yuejie would conjure after Xiong Kaishuo to entertain her.
Shi Mei let go of the flower and quickly trotted out with short steps.
Today, Bai Yuejie still donned a pristine, fairy-like white long dress, paired with a cashmere coat.
As the weather was turning cooler, Bai Yuejie, being frailer than others, wore this outfit complemented by a fiery red scarf.
One couldn’t help but say, such a conspicuously bright color really didn’t suit her.
Her face, already seven parts concealed by makeup, showed a renewed five parts sickliness under this vibrant color.
Shi Mei put on a face full of joy and ran towards her, shouting, "Sister Bai!"
As she said this, she was about to leap at Bai Yuejie.
Bai Yuejie’s complexion subtly changed.
But before Shi Mei could touch her, Uncle Liu stopped her.
With a helpless expression, Uncle Liu said, "Miss Shi, our miss’s health is frail."
Hearing this, Shi Mei pouted, hands on hips and said, "Why do you call me miss? I don’t want you to call me miss!"
Uncle Liu, who had been smooth in handling various personalities over the years, remained unfazed. With a smile tinged with politeness, he softly asked, "Then what should I call you?"
"Mrs. Shi," Aunt Chen chimed in from the side.
Hearing these three words, Bai Yuejie’s hands in front of her silently retracted a bit.
Pretending not to understand, Shi Mei put her hands on her hips and proudly said, "Mm-hmm, Mrs. Shi, I am Mrs. Shi!"
Uncle Liu maintained a faint smile, yet said nothing.
Shi Mei squeezed in close, taking Bai Yuejie’s arm, and whispered in a bragging manner, "Sister Bai, I am Mrs. Shi, you should have your servant call me Mrs. Shi!"
Bai Yuejie’s already pale complexion dimmed further, her smile becoming somewhat strained as she changed the subject, "Where did you learn to talk ? Uncle Liu isn’t a servant; he’s an elder."
"Oh," Shi Mei sulkily pursed her lips, swaying Bai Yuejie’s arm, "But I am Mrs. Shi, have him call me Mrs. Shi Mei!"
Bai Yuejie looked at Shi Mei’s innocently playful manner, a flash of disgust fleeting through her eyes.
Yet soon her expression conveyed a sense of powerlessness, "Uncle Liu."
Finally, Uncle Liu called out, "Mrs. Shi."
Shi Mei’s face burst into a floral smile, waving Bai Yuejie’s arm, "Mm-hmm, you should call me that too!"
Bai Yuejie’s hand tightened silently, her lips pursed as she fell slightly silent.
"Alright," Aunt Chen scolded gently, "Miss Bai knows what’s going on very well in her heart, you are Mrs. Shi, whether called or not, you’re still Mrs. Shi, be good and stop fussing."
Aunt Chen: In life, one must know one’s place!