After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

Just when An Yun was almost done with his selection, an attendant came in, bowed his hands to Zang Ya, who was sitting next to him, and looked at An Yun, then said, “Young master, Young Master Song came here with Young Lady Song. He said… he wanted to apologize for Young Lady Song’s recklessness yesterday.”

An Yun was putting the selected new things into the hands of the maid next to him. When he heard these two names, he subconsciously looked up in Zang Ya’s direction, waiting to see what he was going to do.

Wasn’t this Song Wanwan the one who had irritated Zang Ya and made him bite An Yun for no reason the day before? Wasn’t she crying and complaining here yesterday? How dared she come today?

An Yun was very curious about this.

Zang Ya smiled softly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “They are quite flexible. I thought it would take a few days to see them coming, but I didn’t expect them to come in less than a day. It seems the Song family is really getting worse and worse.”

After Zang Ya finished speaking, he looked at An Yun, who was still standing there, and waved to him. “Do you want to go see a drama with me?”

Seeing Zang Ya wave toward him, An Yun couldn’t help but mutter, “Why does this gesture look like teasing a dog?”

However, complaints were complaints, and An Yun’s body was still extremely honest. He walked toward Zang Ya, and when he reached out, he held his hand and let him lead him toward the main hall.

An Yun also wanted to see what kind of tricks the person who had just complained here yesterday was up to.

Before Zang Ya led An Yun over, Song Zheming was still looking at Song Wanwan, tirelessly telling her several times what to pay attention to when meeting Zang Ya later.

“Wanwan, I know you are wronged, but you also have to think about our family, your father, mother, and me. Our Song family now depended on the Zang family for our livelihood. You also knew what the status and name you currently have. Think about it, if you didn’t have the relationship with Zang family, you would suffer a lot. So, you must control your temper later and apologize to Zang Ya. You can’t let your behaviour affect the relationship between our two families. Wanwan, do you understand?”

Yesterday, Song Zheming had said this to Song Wanwan, but Song Wanwan was still a little unconvinced at that time. She didn’t understand why members of her dignified Song family had to give way to Zang Ya in everything.

Didn’t they say that all these things in their family depended on Old Madam Zang? If they wanted to curry favour, then they should curry favour with Old Madam Zang. What did it have to do with Zang Ya? Why should she apologize like this?

That was what Song Wanwan had thought and said at the time. As soon as she said these words, she made her brother, the useless playboy, very angry.

Soon, after realizing that he couldn’t explain it to her and that she started to go crazy at the mere mention of asking her to apologize to Zang Ya, Song Zheming had directly asked the maids to take off the silk and satin from her body and replaced all her priceless jewellery, putting her into coarse linen clothes. He only placed a relatively valuable silver hairpin on her head, then took her out and left her in the most chaotic place in the city.

At that time, the sun was setting, and the moon was rising above the branches. Apart from the people returning home, the only people still wandering the streets, besides the poor homeless people, were idle hooligans.

Although Song Wanwan was dressed simply, her delicate skin had been cultivated since she was a child. Coupled with her powerful temperament, she quickly attracted the attention of many people, and even more noticed the hairpin on her head.

Some gangsters came up to chat with her without hesitation. At first, they were worried about offending someone who was not easy to mess with. However, they soon discovered that she had no ability to resist except for bluffing, and their actions gradually became bolder.

Song Zheming had been watching from the side, seeing the gangsters getting more and more outrageous. Amid Song Wanwan’s screams, he found someone to drive them away and directly brought his sister back.

After Song Wanwan got back into the carriage, Song Zheming, the most carefree and easy-going son of the Song family, looked at his sister and said seriously, “On weekdays, you are a young lady of the Song family, surrounded by servants when you come in and out the house, so you can do whatever you want. No one dares to approach you, and even the bedbugs at the bottom cannot touch a finger of yours. However, if one day, the Song family is no longer the Song family, and you, Young Lady Song, are no longer the young lady of Song family, will you still be able to live such a carefree life?”

“It is true that our Song family relies on Old Madam Zang, but in Old Madam Zang’s heart, Zang Ya is still her most cherished grandson. If there are no accidents in the future, the entire Zang family will belong to Zang Ya. Originally, our relationship with the Zang family was not very strong. If Zang Ya hates you and troubles the entire Song family because of this matter, how can you continue to live like a master? Our family cannot lose the support of the Zang family. Do you understand?”

No one knew whether she was frightened or convinced by Song Zheming’s words. After Song Wanwan listened to him, she nodded blankly, indicating that she understood and that she would apologize obediently.

After listening to Song Zheming’s words, Song Wanwan wanted to refute, but she thought of something and finally did not speak. She just said a little dully, “I know, I will apologize properly.”

The moment Song Wanwan finished speaking, a voice came from the door, “Why, was it the wind of status that brought you here today?”