Eight years later, seeing the brother and sister of the Lv family again, their familiar features could still be vaguely found.
Kuai Yangyang wore a gray three-piece suit, with a shirt, vest, and jacket, his hair slicked smoothly with wax divided three-seven, small glasses perched on his nose bridge, presenting an elite image of a scholarly upper-class person.
Impeccably dressed, with graceful deanor.
As for Kuai Ying, she wore a pink-purple dress, her hair styled into the trendiest curls, her ears adorned with pearl ear chains set with fine diamonds, and she walked with clicks of small high heels, exuding an air of nobility, like a young lady from a wealthy family on parade.
Decked out, eye-catching and vibrant.
To the untrained eye, they might appear as the precious young master and miss of so affluent family.
The ensemble of their outfits had indeed cost a considerable amount.
Of course, this rely fools those of ordinary households, while those truly bred in luxury can instantly discern the superficiality of it all.
For instance, the heels Kuai Ying wore were last year’s old design; though well-maintained, the patent leather on the heel was slightly scuffed, not noticeable unless scrutinized, and who would gaze at a lady’s petite feet thinking otherwise?
Similarly, Kuai Yangyang’s sleeve cuffs showed slight fraying, indicating frequent wear.
Perhaps their wardrobe was limited to just one or two sets ant for making appearances, rotated continuously; after so ti, genuine children of opulence would be uninterested in associating with them, besides, both had rather unpleasant personalities.
Of course, the brother and sister of the Lv family wouldn’t perceive it this way, attributing it only to others’ snobbery, thinking everybody else is superficial.
A sort of despondency about the unfavorable circumstances seed to hang over them, rendering them sowhat gloomy and brooding.
Kuai Yangyang carried a gift box in his hand, and upon seeing Su Li, smilingly handed over the gift with both hands affectionately, "Aunt."
As if the eight years ant nothing, feeling as though they separated just yesterday.
Su Li tapped the gift box with her fingers, scrutinizing Young Master Lu playfully.
Society truly is a trial, lacking the original owner’s contribution, the brother and sister of the Lv family found their path to growth littered with obstacles and pitfalls, successfully deepening Kuai Yangyang’s thoughts.
Compared to the astute and composed Kuai Yangyang of a past life, this life’s Young Master Lu has grown more slick and thick-skinned, likewise.... more troubleso.
"Aunt, open it and see, the lipstick and perfu I chose are the best-selling models in the store."
Su Li listlessly pushed the gift box aside, replied indifferently, "It’s thoughtful of you."
Her expression didn’t show much surprise, nor could one discern whether she liked it or not.
Kuai Yangyang’s smile faded slightly, quickly transitioned to another topic.
However, none of his topics interested Su Li, who leaned lightly on the sofa, in a state between sleeping and waking.
No matter how thick-skinned Kuai Yangyang was, he felt sowhat awkward, looking towards Sister Zhu for help.
Sister Zhu tightened her crossed arms, stepped forward slightly, interjected softly, "Miss Su, Young Master Yanyang also prepared so supplents, heard they’re very good for won’s skin and beauty."
With Sister Zhu joining in, Kuai Yangyang imdiately followed, "Specially prepared for Aunt, through these years, Ying and I always thought of Aunt, only after growing up did we understand Aunt’s difficulties...."
"So many years have passed, and there’s still no word from the family, guess.... it’ll just be the three of us left in the Lv family, Aunt, you’re like my own mother..."
Su Li was speechless; these words sounded ever more shaless after years of separation, Young Master Lu’s foremost evolution was his skin thick as a city wall, truly baffling what he experienced, is the outside’s harsh world indeed capable of honing him into this shape?
"Stop, stop, stop, I’m not your mother, couldn’t possibly birth such a grown son like you."
When they left Shanghai, the Lv brother and sister were ten, the original owner was rely twenty-three or four, which back then was considered pri years.
Now eight years had passed, Kuai Yangyang was eighteen, the body still rely in its thirties.
On an ordinary woman, possibly signs of aging might show, yet Su Li was at her peak; her beauty stunning, prospering rather than declining, only transcending further.
Kuai Ying’s jealous glare from the mont she entered showed what pinnacle Su Li’s appearance had reached now.
This reassured Kuai Yangyang that Aunt Su surely possessed a vast network of connections.
With such a woman’s beauty, could suitors ever be scarce?
Even if she was a courtesan, so what, his formidable father equally lavishly spent to marry the social butterfly Seventh Madam, begging with a thousand pleas to wed her ho.
Kuai Yangyang sheepishly smiled, his gaze wandered on the radiant Su Li’s visage, musing absent-mindedly: Indeed she couldn’t possibly bear a child so large as him.
Soone uninford would assu Aunt Su was his sister, and many would believe it.
Devil!
Kuai Yangyang controlled his thoughts, lowered his gaze, no longer looked at Aunt Su’s enchanting face.
"Aunt has no youth around, if she doesn’t mind us, we could fulfill so filial duty before her."
Sister Zhu: "Miss Su surely wouldn’t mind..."
Su Li: "No, I certainly mind."
Sister Zhu awkwardly forced a smile, "Missy, you love to joke."
Su Li adjusted her seating, clapped her hands, "Sister Zhen."
A woman who appeared exquisite and particular peeked from the kitchen, "Miss Su, wait a mont, the cubilose porridge for you is almost ready."
Sister Zhu, slightly anxious, cautiously inquired, "Miss Su, she is...."
Sister Zhu hadn’t thought otherwise, the woman nad Sister Zhen didn’t seem like re help, could very well be a well-to-do family’s matriarch.
No working person dressed in such particular and refined apparel without fear of overshadowing the owner’s style.
Sister Zhu rely felt an infringent upon her domain.
The kitchen had always been her realm; having her work replaced inevitably evoked a mild sense of threat.
Sister Zhen served a fragrant bowl of cubilose porridge, unlike Sister Zhu’s casual serving in any bowl, Sister Zhen’s porridge, artistically presented with a little purple flower, a small golden spoon nestled within a bone dish, was handed to Su Li.
Visually alone, an absolute pleasure.
Besides cubilose porridge, Sister Zhen swiftly brought a small plate of caralized cakes from the kitchen; petite, with each just enough for a mouthful, four neatly stacked together.
The small yet exquisite afternoon tea was an ideal complent to tranquil afternoon hours.
Seeing it, Su Li’s eyes lit up, tasting one cheerfully.
"Thank you, Sister Zhen, after a week, when you’re done with your tasks, do co over, I’m very satisfied."
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