The man was dressed in an indigo brocade robe and held a folding fan. He was tall and dashing, with refined, handso features, carrying himself with the air of an elegant young nobleman.
Hua Qingqing apologized profusely. "I’m so sorry, I didn’t an to do that. Please forgive ."
The handso gentleman’s gaze lingered on her delicate, beautiful face for a mont before he smiled faintly.
"It’s nothing."
Just then, Hua Manman stood with her hands on her hips, striking the perfect pose of a spoiled, arrogant young lady.
She warned in a sharp, clear voice.
"You, Song! If I ever see you bullying my sister again, I’ll have you beaten so badly you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor!"
Song Ding was furious. "You shrew!"
Hua Qingqing had intended to leave imdiately, but after hearing Hua Manman’s words, she stopped in her tracks. Her beautiful, red-rimd eyes turned to Hua Manman as she called out in a low voice.
"Manman, let’s go."
’I can’t just leave Manman here for everyone to point and stare at.’
Hua Manman handed the teacup back to the teahouse attendant and said.
"Put this tea on Mr. Song’s tab."
Then she and Si Yun walked over to Hua Qingqing.
The three of them left the teahouse together.
The handso gentleman in the indigo brocade robe opened his folding fan. He swayed it gently as he watched Hua Qingqing’s graceful figure retreat, sighing with a broad smile.
"I had no idea Shangjing City was ho to such an exquisite beauty."
Hearing this, the servant boy behind him thought for a mont, then cautiously asked.
"Has Your Highness taken a liking to the eldest daughter of the Zhong’an Bo Mansion?"
The handso gentleman chuckled. "A gentleman is naturally drawn to a fair maiden. Isn’t that just the way of the world?"
The servant boy hurriedly nodded in agreent. "Your Highness is absolutely right!"
’He clicked his tongue in amazent. The eldest daughter of the Zhong’an Bo Mansion was truly lucky to have caught the eye of the Crown Prince himself.’
’Then again, with looks as stunning as hers, what man wouldn’t be captivated?’
No sooner had Hua Qingqing and Hua Manman stepped out of the teahouse than Han Zhenzhen ca chasing after them.
"Ms. Qingqing, wait for !"
Hua Qingqing stopped and looked back at Han Zhenzhen, who was hurrying to catch up. She frowned and asked.
"What is it now?"
Han Zhenzhen said in an apologetic tone.
"I’m so sorry. I never expected to run into Mr. Song here today. It’s all my fault that this rift has ford between you two.
Please, let treat you to lunch. It would be my way of making it up to you, and it would make feel a little better."
She finished, looking at Hua Qingqing with a pitiful expression.
But Hua Qingqing wasn’t falling for it.
She retorted coldly, "Did you enjoy the show in the teahouse just now, Miss Han?"
Han Zhenzhen’s expression froze. She quickly feigned ignorance and asked blankly.
"What show? What do you an?"
Hua Qingqing replied, "You know perfectly well what I an. Out of respect for the fact that you once called ’sister,’ I’ll give you a piece of advice: you’re not the only smart person in the world. Don’t treat everyone else like a fool."
With that, she flicked her sleeve and walked away, not sparing Han Zhenzhen another glance.
Hua Manman, who was a step behind, couldn’t help but glance at Han Zhenzhen.
When Han Zhenzhen saw Hua Manman looking at her, her eyes imdiately welled with tears. She spoke, flustered.
"Did I do sothing wrong? Why is Ms. Qingqing so angry?"
Hua Manman said earnestly, "You didn’t do anything wrong. My sister was the one who was wrong."
Han Zhenzhen was confused. "How was Ms. Qingqing wrong?"
Hua Manman replied, "Her mistake was having a friend like you."
Han Zhenzhen: "..."
Hua Manman continued, "Fortunately, she’s already corrected that mistake, so I don’t have to worry anymore."
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