Chapter 172 Couple Hairstyles: Eight Beards

Chapter 172 Couple Hairstyles: Eight Beards

The greenhouse in Xiaoyuan Garden is filled with all kinds of precious flowers, which are in full bloom and in vibrant colors.

Xiaoxin and Pan'er looked around in the flower bushes.

"I really saw a snake here yesterday!"

Shin-chan said to Pan-er with a mysterious look on his face.

Pan'er shrank back in fear and asked in a low voice, "Snakes bite."

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Shin-chan patted his little chest, looking like a little adult.

"We'll catch it and smear it with hair-curing cream!"

"Then I'll make you a fluffy scarf, it'll definitely be super warm!"

Pan'er imagined the scene, and her face turned even paler.

She didn't really want it.

But Shin-chan had already excitedly run out.

"You wait here, I'll go lure it out!"

Shin-chan ran incredibly fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just as Pan'er was about to take her little steps to find him, a dark shadow suddenly loomed over her.

Pan'er looked up and saw her mother's gloomy face.

"You've gone out to play again!"

The woman grabbed Pan'er's slender arm.

"You didn't listen to a word I said, did you!"

Pan'er was gripped so tightly it hurt, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She shook her head frantically: "I didn't..."

"How dare you talk back!"

The woman ignored her explanations and forcefully dragged her toward the main building.

"Come on, I've made some things, go and take them to the head of the family."

Upon hearing the words "head of the family," Pan'er's body stiffened abruptly.

She instinctively began to struggle.

"I'm not going!"

"Your cooking is terrible!"

Pan'er's voice was trembling with sobs.

The head of the family is very, very fierce, even fiercer than the bad guys at the Care Home.

According to Sister Mingyue, he kills people when he gets angry.

It wouldn't have mattered in the past.

At home, I was either beaten or scolded every day.

Later, she was sold to a care home. By then, she had become numb and thought that if she died, she would just die.

But things are different now.

She didn't want to die.

She has a good friend named Shin-chan, although he always wants to do some strange things.

There's also Sister Yunyang, who cooks delicious meals for her and gently pats her head.

It's so good to be alive.

She didn't want to die at all.

When the woman heard her daughter say that, she immediately became furious and almost swung her other hand down.

"You've gone too far! How dare you complain about my cooking!"

She forced down her anger and said through gritted teeth, "What if the head of the household likes to eat something new?"

As she spoke, she opened the tray lid.

An indescribable smell wafted out.

Inside was a plate of dark, sticky stuff; you couldn't tell what kind of dish it was at all.

Pan'er's stomach began to churn as soon as she saw it.

This is something we often eat at home.

My mother would go to the trash cans on the street to pick up rotten vegetable leaves that others had thrown away.

Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can even find some solidified oil in the sewer drain.

Dishes stir-fried with that kind of oil turn out like a dark, unappetizing mess, and have a strange smell.

Pan'er just couldn't understand it.

The kitchen at Xiaoyuan is so clean, and it has so many fresh and beautiful ingredients.

Why can Mom still stir-fry the vegetables until they're so black?

Seeing that she didn't move, the woman pretended to pull her again.

Pan'er was so frightened that she broke free from her hand and took a big step back.

"You can't go up to the third floor! Right now, apart from Sister Yunyang, no one dares to go up to the third floor."

A calculating glint flashed across Pan'er's mother's face.

That's why I came to find you.

"They all like you so much, is there anywhere in this Owl Garden that you can't go?"

Looking at her mother's matter-of-fact face, Pan'er felt a chill run down her spine.

"Don't pull me, I'll go with you!"

She knew that her mother would never give up until she achieved her goal.

If we continue to make noise here, the consequences could be dire if someone sees us.

The other people in Xiaoyuan are not as good-tempered as Sister Yunyang.

It's even possible to shoot your mother to death.

She could only feign agreement.

The woman smiled with satisfaction, took her hand again, but without loosening her grip at all.

Walking on the road leading to the main building, Pan'er lowered her head and quietly reached for the phone watch on her wrist.

Sister Mingyue bought one for her and one for Xiaoxin.

They were envious because they saw one on Fu Xiaojun's wrist.

While her mother wasn't looking, she quickly dialed that familiar number.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

Pan'er didn't dare to speak, but simply brought the watch to her mother's lips, letting her sharp and sarcastic voice travel to the other end of the phone.

"This is all I'll ever be, so you'd better be smart."

"Look at that housekeeper Yun, didn't she also come from the slums? What kind of life is she living now?"

...

Soon, they reached the third floor.

That familiar, tightly closed door was right in front of me.

Pan'er stopped abruptly, unable to move forward.

The woman turned around and glared at her impatiently.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and go!"

Pan'er's voice was trembling.

"Mom...I'm scared..."

What are you afraid of?

The woman's voice suddenly rose, her face filled with a look of disappointment and frustration.

"I went through all the trouble of giving birth to you, and all I got in return was a useless piece of trash!"

The woman had barely finished speaking.

With a creak, a sound was heard.

The tightly closed door suddenly opened from the inside.

Yun Yang appeared at the doorway, her expression a half-smile.

As soon as Pan'er saw her, it was as if she had seen a savior. She immediately broke free from her mother's hand, ran over, and hugged Yun Yang's leg tightly.

When the woman saw Yun Yang, she was startled, and the harshness on her face instantly turned into a fawning smile.

"Yun... Butler Yun, you're here."

Yunyang leaned lazily against the door frame and opened the door completely.

"I'm just a watch, a hypocrite, you don't need to care about me."

She raised an eyebrow at the woman.

"The gentleman is inside, please come in."

The woman couldn't understand what Yun Yang was saying, but she knew it certainly wasn't anything nice.

She quickly waved her hand.

"No...no, no, butler Yun, you're here. The master must have already eaten his fill."

After saying that, she tried to pull Pan'er away.

How could Yun Yang let her leave like that?

She reached out and blocked the woman's path, smiling kindly.

"No, please."

"You've worked so hard to make this, you should let the master taste your cooking. Come in quickly, maybe he'll like it."

Upon hearing this, the woman actually believed it, and her expression instantly turned to tears of gratitude.

"Manager Yun, I really don't know what to say!"

"No matter what the other servants say about you, you saved Pan'er, and I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life!"

"You're still giving me this chance... I... I really... Anyway, thank you!"

Yun Yang didn't know what to say.

She believed that the woman wasn't truly bad.

But it must be genuinely stupid.

What's your name?

I initially thought this woman wouldn't stay in Xiaoyuan for more than a few days, so I never asked her name.

The woman, flattered, replied, "My family calls me Cuihua."

Yun Yang nodded.

What a refreshing and elegant name!

She turned around and called out into the room.

"Sir, Cuihua is here to serve you your food!"

The room was quiet.

Fu Xiaoting sat behind the desk, his hands handcuffed and placed under the desk.

His handsome face was expressionless, yet he exuded a powerful aura that kept strangers at bay.

Cuihua had never seen anything like this before, and her legs started trembling with fear.

"Sir... this is a side dish I made for you, please try it..."

She felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but turn back to look at Pan'er, her eyes turning fierce.

"What are you all standing there for? Come over here and take the dishes to the master!"

Pan'er hugged Yunyang's legs, buried her head even deeper, and shook her head desperately.

Cuihua had no choice but to bite the bullet and bring the dishes to the desk herself.

With trembling hands, she lifted the lid off the tray.

"vomit--"

Sitting on the sofa, Fu Xiaoting let out an extremely faint but incredibly real gagging sound.

Yunyang smelled it too.

It looks like a stinky rag that's been heated up.

Fu Xiaoting's handsome face turned green.

He didn't even dare to smear the dish on the ground.

If the stench spreads, he won't be able to stay in this room at all.

I was already in a bad mood.

Yunyang specially changed into a new dress to show him.

He hadn't even had a chance to hold her hand when this woman interrupted him.

A cold gaze fell on Cuihua, and though the voice was not loud, it carried a chilling intent.

"You're not trying to poison me, are you? Drag him out and kill him."

With a "thump".

Cuihua's legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, terrified out of her wits.

"Sir, spare me! Sir, spare me!"

She crawled to Yunyang's feet, crying and shouting with snot and tears streaming down her face.

"Cloud Butler, please save me! Please save me!"

"You saved my daughter and me, you can't just watch me die!"

As if she had remembered some lifeline, she suddenly raised her voice.

"I'm pregnant with another one!"

"You can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

Pan'er was also terrified and clung tightly to Yun Yang's sleeve.

Her big, watery eyes were full of pleading.

Yun Yang took a look.

The time has come.

She needed a pregnant woman to help her stage a performance at the family reunion banquet.

Just then, Pan'er's mother delivered herself to their door.

Yun Yang immediately put on an anxious and worried expression and bowed slightly to Fu Xiaoting.

"gentlemen!"

"I believe she didn't do it on purpose; she just wanted to express her respect for you."

Please give her another chance!

Fu Xiaoting glanced coldly at the woman kneeling on the ground, trembling like a leaf, and then looked at Yun Yang.

He picked up the role very quickly.

A hint of impatience crept into his cold voice.

"I'll let you off today for the sake of Manager Yun."

"From now on, you'll do whatever the Cloud Butler tells you to do!"

Upon hearing that she was spared death, Cuihua felt as if she had been granted a pardon and kowtowed frantically.

"I'll listen to whatever you say... no, no, no... Butler Yun!"

That man is really terrifying.

She has become honest.

I wish I could cling to Yunyang's leg like Pan'er did...

Another day has passed.

The Su family's family reunion banquet has arrived.

Yunyang sat in front of the dressing table, letting the makeup artist apply makeup to her face.

Fu Xiaoting sat on the sofa next to her, his eyes glued to her, unable to look away.

She wore a moon-white long dress that accentuated her shapely figure.

Her hair was meticulously styled into an ancient yet glamorous updo, with a few curled strands framing her face, exuding a languid sexiness.

Her makeup was exquisite and radiant, especially her eyes, which were slightly upturned at the corners and shimmered with captivating light.

"elder sister……"

Fu Xiaoting stared in disbelief, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

"It's so beautiful."

When Yunyang saw his silly expression in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile.

The staff in the room quietly left.

A faint scent of perfume filled the air.

Fu Xiaoting stood up and walked step by step behind Yun Yang.

Looking at her in the mirror, his gaze was so intense it seemed to melt you.

He reached out and gently touched a strand of Yun Yang's curly hair that was hanging by her ear.

Then, slowly bend down.

Getting closer and closer.

Warm breath sprayed onto the side of her neck.

Just when the two were only a centimeter apart.

"Pfft—"

Yun Yang stared at Fu Xiaoting's hair in the mirror and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

Fu Xiaoting froze.

Feeling lost.

Yunyang pointed to the two people in the mirror, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.

"Haha, why is the hairstylist so obsessed with dragon whisker bangs? There are eight whiskers on our heads combined!"

Fu Xiaoting: "(☉_☉)"