The wedding this ti actually provided Fan Rou a good opportunity to go out, considering her mother had been monitoring her for so long.
There hadn’t been anything discovered, it seed she was disheartened, so she no longer had her watched so closely.
Fan Rou originally wanted to give Ye Ranran a chance, but with so many people around her, she was powerless.
Before she could make a firm decision, her mother ca down from upstairs.
"Mom, you’re down? I’m choosing a venue for my brother’s wedding now, do you want to take a look?" Fan Rou’s attitude was calm and neither servile nor overbearing, without any intention of currying favor.
No matter how she tried to please her, her mother didn’t like her, so why should she waste her efforts trying to be nice to her?
Her mother gave her a cold glance: "Since when is it your place to interfere in these matters?"
Upon hearing this from her mother, all the hotel managers imdiately backed away, fearing to hear anything they shouldn’t and get caught in the ensuing troubles.
"Brother asked to choose, and it just so happens that I have the ti. If mother isn’t pleased, I can back off." Fan Rou answered with a smile.
"Show ." Her mother said coldly.
Fan Rou had no objections, and respectively handed over various diagrams and hotel introductions to her.
"I’m feeling a bit tired, mother, with you here, I’ll leave this matter for you to decide." With that, Fan Rou headed upstairs.
"Stop right there." Her mother called her back.
Fan Rou obediently stopped, turned around, and respectfully asked: "Is there anything else, mother?"
"Did I say you could leave?" Fan Rou indeed stayed put.
She glanced at the ti, it was close to dinner ti, and her father had been coming ho on ti lately.
Fan Rou’s eyes darted around, forming a plan.
As she stood, she secretly pinched herself, and soon her face turned pale from the pain, her legs trembled, looking like she was about to collapse.
As her father stepped inside the house, Fan Rou’s legs gave way and she finally fell down.
"Miss Three." The servant hurried to support her.
"What are you pretending now?" Her mother impatiently lifted her head.
"I’m sorry, mother, I, I, I didn’t an to." Fan Rou blinked, mist forming in her eyes, tears welling at the corners, looking pitiful and pitiful.
This skill had been practiced by Fan Rou repeatedly, only used after confirming it was effective.
"Oh, who are you putting on that act for? Pretending to be pitiful requires soone to pity you first, right?" Her mother began with sarcasm and ridicule, without a trace of concern.
Fan Rou lowered her head, voice soft, looking about to cry: "No, no, it’s just that my leg went numb, I want to sit for a bit."
"Who’s stopping you from sitting? Did I say you couldn’t sit? Are you implying I’m being harsh on you?"
Fan Rou kept shaking her head, even using her hands: "No, no, mother, I didn’t an that, you know I have always respected you, you just asked to stand aside, I..."
"You an to say I won’t let you sit? Fine then, just stand there, if you can’t stand then kneel."
With her father not at ho, her mother didn’t bother to pretend to be kind.
For such a little brat, she always punished severely, lest one day the other would climb all over her without even realizing it.
"So, this is how you treat her when I’m not ho?" Her father at the door finally couldn’t listen any longer.
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