Chapter 39

Chapter 39 - 39 038 Character setting must not collapse (One more Chapter 39: 038: Character setting must not collapse (One more update) Chapter 39: 038: Character setting must not collapse (One more update) Jhiang Youyou saw Wen Changling and excused herself from the gentleman.

“Changling.”

She came over to Wen Changling’s side, first admiring him before lamenting, “Your shoulders, your waist, why hide them usually?”

She felt Wen Changling was overly modest, as if he had the attitude of “once I put on glasses, nobody loves me.”

“Dr. Jhiang, do you have twin sisters?” Wen Changling asked her question.

“I have four older sisters, but no twins.”

So the Dr. Jhiang in front of her wasn’t a fake.

That gentleman was still not far away, so Wen Changling asked in a low voice, “Can you really embroider?”

With her back to the crowd, Jhiang Youyou popped a small cake into her mouth: “Does cross-stitch count?”

“...”

The cake in Wen Changling’s hand got accidentally squished by her.

Although Jhiang Youyou was related to Yan Cong, Wen Changling always preferred not to pry into other people’s private affairs, so she didn’t know much about Jhiang Youyou’s family matters.

“There are six of us siblings in the family, apart from my brother who is the apple of my father’s eye, my four sisters and I are all goods to be sold by my dad,” Jhiang Youyou said nonchalantly after wiping her mouth, “You have to be obedient and well-

behaved, ladylike, become a socialite, capable in both the kitchen and the drawing room, only then can you be sold for a big price.”

No wonder she wasn’t happy despite living a wealthy life.

She smiled, her beautiful eyes only briefly dimmed, then bright once again: “Don’t feel too sorry for me, I’m not pitiable. My dad is willing to invest a lot in me. I have more bags and clothes than I can wear, luxury cars, mansions, I’ve seen more than most people will in their lifetime, I want for nothing. Compared to struggling on my own, there’s nothing wrong with being a docile girl for sale.” She leaned closer, whispering to Wen Changling, “I’ve had a basketful of boyfriends, and my dad hasn’t figured it out yet.”

But she never dated men from her social circle, so as not to ruin her carefully crafted “virtuous wife” persona.

She looked up at the sky, her smile radiant: “I want to have a wild time before I’m sold off. Once I’ve had enough, I’ll marry a wealthy man who’s after my beauty or docility, then have children and a luxurious life, and die a peaceful death.”

This was the path she had seen for herself ever since her oldest sister got married.

So, don’t get too involved, just have fun, and then you won’t have any regrets or discontent.

“It’s pretty good,” she said as she sipped her wine, “after all, not just anyone can drink such fine wine, one should be content.”

She was open-minded and clear-headed.

This was the first time Wen Changling really understood her.

“The guy you scolded earlier, at the card game, could it affect...” Wen Changling thought for a moment for the right words, “could it affect your persona?”

“You know about personas now,” Jhiang Youyou said magnanimously, waving it off as if it were nothing, “It’s fine, Shen Fei deserved it, and my scolding him is justifiable.”

Wen Changling shared a piece of the cake she found delicious with Jhiang Youyou.

After Jhiang Youyou finished eating, she brushed the cake crumbs off her hands: “My dad is calling me now, gotta go and perform.”

Then she turned around, in a second switching to a different expression, and walked with a graceful and refined gait to her father, Jhiang Zhenghao’s side. In front of each Jhiang family son-in-law candidate, she played the role of the gentle and virtuous Jhiang family lady.

This wasn’t a birthday party, it was a social event.

The plates for the food were too small, just one little piece per plate, and after Wen Changling emptied a small area of plates, she was too embarrassed to take more. She sent a message to Jhiang Youyou saying she was leaving, then went upstairs to change her clothes, packed Jhiang Youyou’s dress to take it for dry cleaning.

Luxury cars lined the entrance of the mansion, she walked a bit farther away and used her phone to call a car.

“Wen Changling.”

Only then did she notice Xie Shang on the opposite side of the road, taking a call.

After he hung up the phone, he walked toward her, stepping on the moonlight peeking through the leaves on the ground.

His formal jacket was casually held in his hand, and he didn’t care about the expensive fabric brushing the dusty ground:

“Heading back?”