Mathilda had never dared dream that one day she would meet a benefactor like Ding Ling, then rise to prominence and show off in front of her stepmother and stepsister.
But reality had truly come to pass.
And it was still happening.
She jogged out the door, her beautiful smile blooming like a flower.
It was the first time she had ever smiled so happily. If she had not been afraid of losing her composure in front of Ding Ling, she really wanted to laugh heartily three times.
Before long.
Mathilda brought her father and younger brother over.
The three of them took their seats.
Ding Ling deliberately invited Mathilda to sit beside him.
Mathilda sat down without the slightest hesitation.
Seeing the envious, jealous, blazing look in her sister's eyes, she felt even more pleased and exhilarated. Her approval and intimacy toward Ding Ling unconsciously grew a little more.
"Mr. Ding, thank you very much for your hospitality."
Mathilda's father, mother, and sister successively raised their glasses to Ding Ling, striving to put on an elegant and proper appearance so they would not lose face in front of him or make him look down on them.
Mathilda, however, did not have so many formalities. Of course, she had wanted to pretend as well, but Ding Ling had indicated that they were friends and that she should just be natural, so Mathilda stopped pretending.
Compared with her parents, she felt much closer to Ding Ling.
Even though she had not known him for long.
For some reason, however, she simply approved of Ding Ling wholeheartedly.
This might have been because Cinderella was grateful for the care she received from Prince Charming;
perhaps it was Cinderella's inferiority complex at work;
perhaps it was the series of scenes in which Cinderella's whole