Chapter 2: The Young Lady of Chinese and Western Culture 2

Guan Wanjiao and the other two suddenly stopped walking and their breathing held for two or three seconds.

System 524 looked at their surprised eyes with a cold face: Haha, you will be in trouble soon. This young lady is determined to go her own way and leave no way for others. Moreover, she is very good at playing. She said that her personality in this world is a particularly annoying and dramatic aristocratic young lady who combines Chinese and Western styles. Sometimes 524 suspects that she is still mentally ill after leaving her body.

They didn't know that System 524 was silently lighting candles for them, and they were still in amazement.

Until the noble lady who seemed to have come from an unknown grinned with aristocratic arrogance, walked towards them with elegant steps, put away the parasol, and hugged the stiff Guan Wanjiao and Feng Xueyue distantly - the kind of hug where they just lightly touched each other's shoulders, their upper bodies were falsely close, and the clothes and fabrics didn't even touch each other much.

Oh, it's starting. System 524 moved the chairs and took the fruits, ready to watch the show.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I think I have kept you waiting for a long time. So, without further ado, let's get down to business—"

There was a hint of aria in her tone of voice and her accent was strange, strange yet pleasant to the ear, with a feeling of magnificence and mystery. As she spoke she actually walked around Guan Wanjiao and the other two and went into the villa on her own.

Tang Bo looked over with a long face, and the three of them came to their senses. Not knowing what was going on, they hurriedly followed him into the house.

"Madam, she actually made me ride in the truck with those porters! Even when I told her that I was yours, she ignored me and didn't take you seriously at all!" Tang Bo said angrily as he followed Guan Wanjiao.

Guan Wanjiao frowned and said nothing.

Inside the house, in the hall.

An Cui carried her parasol gracefully and gently, and moved around the living room with elegant and quick steps, examining every item critically. Guan Wanjiao and the other two could not keep up with her brisk pace even at a small trot, and were even speechless because of her sudden behavior.

"Replace all the curtains with ROUSE's Greek autumn style this year, and replace them within three days. I can't believe it, such poor taste! And this sofa, the pure white one - it's so ugly and stiff, it's as if the factory that produced it secretly stuffed wood inside!... Replace this cheap vase with a glazed one, and don't want the two paintings on the wall, but don't worry, I will hang my portraits. In addition, if the windows... Oh, well, this style of villa cannot be set off by the enchanting and beautiful glazed glass. I will think carefully about what kind of replacement is more suitable..."

Everyone in the living room was stunned. Guan Wanjiao was the first to come to her senses. She was furious and said, "You..."

But before she could say anything, the noble lady spoke again. She said in a matter-of-fact and somewhat tolerant tone: "How about tearing down this house and rebuilding it? I think this style really doesn't suit my taste. I believe you agree with my taste."

Feng Xueyue and the others looked at Guan Wanjiao as if they were struck by lightning. Is this woman crazy? !

The entire villa was decorated according to her taste. Guan Wanjiao's cheeks flushed with anger. She clenched her fists tightly and forced a kind and gentle smile on her face. She said softly with some trembling: "Xiaoqing, you must be tired after sitting on the plane for such a long time. Let Yueyue take you to your room to rest first, okay?"

"Yes, I'm tired, but I can't sleep if I don't make sure that the things I don't like will soon be out of my sight." An Cui said, and then looked at Li Yi and Tang Bo's family of three with a picky and disgusted expression, "If your ears are not blocked by fat, you should remember what I said and do it immediately. I have to say that not only do all the things in this house need to be replaced, but even the servants need to be replaced."

The faces of Tang Bo's family of three suddenly changed, and Tang Caixin immediately screamed angrily, "What did you say?! How dare you..."

"As an employer, it's bad enough that you don't do your job well, but you even dare to talk back to your employer!" Her brows suddenly frowned, and she looked at Tang Bo with extreme disgust as if he were trash. Even through that layer of gauze, Tang Cai Xin was so scared that she couldn't utter a word.

The hall suddenly fell silent. Everyone stared at her as if their throats were being strangled, unable to utter a word. Even the worker who was carrying her things into the house froze at the door and dared not move.

Two seconds later, she suddenly seemed to understand something, turned her head, and looked at Guan Wanjiao with slightly wide eyes, "Could it be that you are not happy that I changed this place?"

Guan Wanjiao moved her mouth and slowly found her way back to her words, "I..."

"It's okay. While my things are still packed, I'll find a house to live in outside." After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave.

"No!" Guan Wanjiao screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on and then smiled stiffly under An Cui's surprised gaze: "No, you can change it as you like. Auntie said that the family will let you live a happy and comfortable life."

"That's great." She showed that annoying fake smile of aristocratic arrogance again, then turned around and gently walked upstairs with the parasol and the corner of her skirt, and naturally asked Feng Xueyue to give up her bedroom because she needed the big enough cloakroom in her house...

System 524 applauds, perfect, your performance is impeccable!

Thank you, I am sure my performance is impeccable. An Cui replied arrogantly to System 524 that she is dedicated to making all the rubbish in this world die.

Feng Xueyue carried her quilt into the room that was originally prepared for An Cui and was half the size of hers. The smile on her face immediately disappeared. She threw the quilt on the ground viciously, picked up the alarm clock, crystal ball, and box full of things beside her, and smashed them madly, her eyes red.

When Guan Wanjiao heard the noise and ran over, the ground was already a mess. Feng Xueyue was standing in the middle, trembling with anger.

"If you get angry over someone who won't be proud for long, all the things I taught you before will be in vain." Guan Wanjiao walked in, closed the door, and said coldly.

Feng Xueyue turned her angry eyes to Guan Wanjiao, "You are obviously angry too."

"I'm not as wasteful as you when I'm angry. You smashed everything, but you still have to buy new ones." Guan Wanjiao looked at the valuable things smashed on the ground and shook her head, but she didn't feel much regret. She said, "Okay, I've said that little bitch thinks she's a noble duke's daughter. She's very self-centered. Anyway, she won't be proud for many days. Let's just bear with it for now. Otherwise, if she really runs away to live, it will be hard to control her."

"Why don't you grab her immediately? Isn't grandma very anxious?" Feng Xueyue gritted her teeth.

"She is very anxious, but you know how much she loves her son. How could she not do any examination? Okay, go take a shower and calm down. We still have to eat together later."

Feng Xueyue took two deep breaths, picked up the pajamas on the bed, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Guan Wanjiao walked out of the room and went down to the second floor. She saw the movers carrying boxes of things to the room that Feng Xueyue had lived in but now belonged to An Cui. She then remembered the two trucks parked outside and walked in curiously, "Xiao Qing."

An Cui was standing in front of the window, with the light behind her, and the clothes around her seemed to be stained with a faint halo. She had taken off her hat, and her thick, slightly curly black hair was draped over her body. She had an oval face the size of a palm, her skin was extremely fair and delicate, her peach blossom eyes were as dark and deep as an ancient well, and she had a pair of lips of moderate thickness painted with bright red lipstick, which suited her very well. She stood there quietly, and she had a kind of sharp and domineering beauty that made people unable to take their eyes off as if it had torn through time and space.

This is An Cui's original appearance. Perhaps appearance reflects the heart. As she grows older, she looks more and more like her in the real world.

An Cui has a quarter of Western European blood in her body, so her facial features are slightly more three-dimensional and profound than those of Oriental women, but without losing the Oriental classics, forming a kind of beauty that can be appreciated by people from both the East and the West.

Guan Wanjiao was stunned for a moment, a flash of disgust flashed across her eyes, and she walked towards her with a kind smile, "Why did you bring so many things? It's so troublesome, just come back and buy them."

"It's probably not that easy to buy these in China." An Cui put on her arrogant aristocratic fake smile, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Madam. Thanks to the credit card you gave me when we were in the UK, I was able to buy all these things I wanted."

Guan Wanjiao's smile froze slightly, and she had a bad feeling.

An Cui bent down and opened one of the boxes, and took out a dress covered with a transparent dust bag that was hanging on a hanger. It was red, decorated with lace, ribbons, and pearls, and had layers of white gauze at the bottom, which were as soft as clouds. It looked extremely beautiful and gorgeous, and one could tell at a glance that this was a popular dress for aristocratic women in Britain during the Victorian era.

"I had them custom-made at Victoria's Bespoke Couture, look, they are so beautiful." An Cui looked at it fascinated.

"It's very beautiful, but do you want to wear this kind of clothes out?" Guan Wanjiao said stiffly. Even in Europe, no one dared to wear such gorgeous and exaggerated clothes on the street.

"Of course, I won't wear them out. In fact, I prefer to collect them rather than wear them. By the way, is there a high-end custom shop here that sells custom cheongsams? I need to go get a few custom-made ones."

"I'll take you out for a walk later." Guan Wanjiao watched the movers bring in box after box, almost filling up half the space. She couldn't keep her smile. How much did this girl spend? This kind of custom product was not cheap.

At this time, An Cui told her the answer. She said as a matter of course in her aristocratic voice: "You have to give me a new card, ma'am. The last time you gave me the card, it maxed out after just a few swipes. Please give me a card with a larger credit limit so that I don't have to exchange cards with you so often."

Guan Wanjiao didn't know how much effort it took to keep her facial muscles from twisting, and how much effort it took to avoid losing face in front of An Cui and walking out of the room