Xi Xilan was always good at getting up early each morning; she had never run into An Yuya being up early before. Suddenly seeing her co out of the room so early was quite a shock to Xi Xilan herself.
Actually, she hadn’t slept well last night either, constantly thinking about the impulsive slap she gave last night. She couldn’t help but regret it from the bottom of her heart. Over the years, she’d always owed her sothing, leading to the following scene: the mother and daughter sat face to face, with expressions full of awkwardness.
An Yuya was still sulking, stubbornly sitting there without saying a word. Eventually, it was Xi Xilan who took the initiative to speak: "Are you still angry? Does it hurt? Let take a look."
As the words fell, she reached out to look at the other’s face, but An Yuya was even quicker, swiftly turning her face away, unwilling to cooperate.
Seeing this, Xi Xilan awkwardly withdrew her hand, a trace of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "Daughter, Mom was wrong last night; I shouldn’t have hit you. Don’t be angry anymore, okay? I was just really upset, but I’ve regretted it for a long ti now. After breakfast, Mom will accompany you to buy so nice clothes, okay?"
An Yuya still stubbornly refused, though her heart was slowly softening. It wasn’t even a hard slap to begin with; she had slept it off and almost forgotten it. Now they could go shopping for beautiful clothes—why not?
After that, her role was mostly passive, letting Xi Xilan pamper her, letting her drag her out of the house, buying tons of clothes she liked, then returning ho and eagerly starting to anticipate the banquet the next day.
The day of the banquet, An Yuya was unusually diligent, knocking on Xi Xilan’s door early in the morning. Xi Xilan opened the door, still drowsy, looking puzzled at the person standing in front of the door, genuinely feeling that these past two days had been too strange. Soone who usually slept in every day was now getting up early, so she frowned and asked, "What’s going on? Is there sothing wrong?"
An Yuya quickly reached out and hooked her arm through Xi Xilan’s, then swayed side to side twice before speaking: "Mom, hurry up and get up."
"What’s the matter?"
"Aren’t we attending the banquet tonight? I thought we could get a beauty treatnt this morning, have lunch together, then go for makeup in the afternoon. Later, we’ll pick up grandpa. Mom, what do you think?"
Won have a natural love for beauty, and Xi Xilan was no exception. Such suggestions she wouldn’t refuse, so she agreed happily.
The mother and daughter were full of hope for the evening banquet, but so people are destined to et with disappointnt when hope reaches its peak.
On the sa day, An Nan was far more calm than the two. The gown had been brought back early; in the morning, the Man went to the company and ntioned that he would bring back the matching jewelry in the evening, so there was no need to worry about the jewelry. There was even less concern about the makeup; with her pregnancy, it wasn’t suitable to use any costics, so she decided on a light makeup for the evening. Although her husband had already provided so-called natural costics, how could there be anything truly natural in this world? For the sake of the child in her belly, it was better to avoid those things as much as possible.
Because there was nothing much to prepare, her day went by quite typically, aside from making a few phone calls occasionally.
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