After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

Song Zheming’s heart tightened when he heard the sound coming from the door. He stood up first and, at the same time, reached out to push Song Wanwan next to him, gesturing for her to stand up too.

Although Song Wanwan was not very willing, she had promised her brother at home, and at this moment, she knew that she could no longer be wilful.

So, although she was no longer reluctant, Song Wanwan stood up and welcomed Zang Ya’s arrival with her brother.

The moment he saw Zang Ya come in, Song Zheming was obviously relieved. Although the young man was sarcastic, he was still willing to see them. It was better than not being able to see anyone at all. Being able to see people meant that there was still room for negotiation.

Just as he raised his eyes to look at Zang Ya, Song Zheming’s gaze was drawn to the little shuanger behind Zang Ya. He had porcelain white skin and a beautiful appearance, as good-looking as a descended immortal.

Song Zheming had never seen or interacted with such a gorgeous shuanger. He subconsciously had obscene thoughts, wondering what this person would taste like.

Evil thoughts arose in his heart, and Song Zheming soon felt an urgent gaze. Following the gaze, he met Zang Ya’s eyes, which were staring at him.

Song Zheming’s heart tightened, and he quickly lowered his head, saying quickly, “Young master, I didn’t mean to look around.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t even notice. So, what were you looking at just now?” Zang Ya seemed to be very interested, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Song Zheming lowered his head, moved his eyes quickly, and quickly thought of an excuse. “I was just surprised by the beauty of the person next to you, so I was stunned for a moment and lost my sense of proportion.”

“Really?!” Zang Ya pulled An Yun to sit on the main seat. His tone was noncommittal, and it was hard to tell whether he believed it or not.

Song Zheming had always remembered the purpose of his visit. Seeing that Zang Ya didn’t believe him, he knelt down with a plop and said to Zang Ya, “Young Master Zang, I really didn’t look at anything just now. I just glanced carelessly. It was my fault; I hope you’ll forgive me.”

After speaking, Song Zheming gritted his teeth and kowtowed in Zang Ya’s direction.

Zang Ya looked at him with interest for a while, not asking him to get up, and then moved his eyes to Song Wanwan, wanting to see her reaction.

Song Wanwan looked at her brother, who was kneeling down, feeling extremely anxious. Her brother had just looked at the shuanger; he hadn’t done anything to him. Why should Zang Ya be so bullying?

But now, when Song Wanwan met Zang Ya’s gaze, an idea formed in her mind. Zang Ya might know that her brother hadn’t done anything, but he still humiliated him in this way, completely on purpose.

Zang Ya was deceiving them too much!

However, even if Zang Ya was bullying them, what could they do? They had come here to beg his forgiveness this time.

Song Wanwan gritted her teeth. After a moment, thinking of her brother’s earnest instructions, she clenched her hands and knelt down next to him.

Song Wanwan shouted directly to Zang Ya, who was in charge: “Young Master Zang, I was reckless yesterday. I shouldn’t have gone to Old Madam Zang to complain without permission. I hope you can forgive me this time.”

This time, Song Wanwan didn’t even dare to call him cousin.

An Yun sat next to Zang Ya and sighed in his heart when he saw the two brightly dressed people bowing their heads in front of Zang Ya. It wasn’t that he felt sympathy, but he felt that the person who was so arrogant and domineering yesterday, was so humble and kneeling today. The gap was very huge.

But what could he do?

An Yun felt that there was nothing he could do. He could only stand there and stare at everything in front of him stiffly.

But Zang Ya still didn’t think it was enough and played with the teacup in his hand. After taking a sip, he asked slowly, “Excuse me, I don’t dare to make you do this. If you hate me for this and go back to grandma to complain about me, then I’ll be punished again.”

Listening to Zang Ya’s slow words, Song Wanwan knew that he was still resenting her complaint from yesterday and realized that he wouldn’t let them go unless they made a guarantee.

So, Song Wanwan quickly said, “Where are these words coming from? Yesterday, I went to the old madam’s place entirely because I was ignorant. There was no need to go to the old madam for the petty quarrel between us juniors. I promise, whatever happens between us in the future will not reach the old madam’s ears for a while. If it does, you can come to me to ask questions.”

After hearing what she said, Zang Ya looked at her with a half-smile, then said, “Since you said so, I’ll write it down, and you must not forget it in the future.”

“Of course, of course.” Seeing Zang Ya relax, Song Zheming responded hurriedly.

“I won’t forget it.” When Song Wanwan agreed, she said it through gritted teeth.

Zang Ya looked at the different expressions of the two of them, especially when he saw Song Wanwan’s annoyed look, obviously reluctant, but still having to apologize to him because she was being suppressed. He found it very interesting. “In that case, get up! After all, you are also relatives on my grandma’s side, so what does it look like to kneel down toward me now?”

After that, Zang Ya let them get up and asked the servant next to him to serve them tea.

Taking the teacup handed over by the maid and drinking the first sip of hot tea, Song Zheming knew that they had passed the first level. As long as there were no big mistakes in the next step, there would be no problem. So, he inevitably felt a little relieved, but he still didn’t dare to take it lightly, treating Zang Ya very cautiously.

After that, Zang Ya didn’t mention Song Wanwan’s conflict with him yesterday at all. Instead, he talked about many other things.