Before leaving Xianle Mansion, she had to uncover everything and settle all her grudges.
As for Chu Yihan, once she had taken her revenge, she would have plenty of time to properly discipline him.
*
Seeing that Wei Hong was still holding the gift box, Chu Yihan, who was leaning against the front of the car and smoking, frowned. "She refused it again?"
He tossed the half-smoked cigarette onto the ground and ground it out viciously with his toe, his face full of agitation. "What's wrong with you? You can't even deliver a gift properly."
Wei Hong felt wronged.
"Young Master, she doesn't appreciate it. Why keep fawning over someone who won't give you the time of day?"
Aside from singing a little better and having a somewhat prettier face, what else did this woman have that attracted Young Master?
And had everyone outside gone mad?
Every evening, as soon as night fell, they would all rush to Xianle Mansion. One after another, they had even started wearing leather jackets, leather boots, and tight-fitting trousers, along with those strange hats that dipped in the middle and had brims turned outward on both sides.
Didn't everyone used to like wearing foreign-style dresses, shirts, suits, woolen coats, and the like?
How had they suddenly all changed to this style?
Hadn't that woman only worn it onstage twice? How had it become fashionable?
"Get lost!"
"It must be because your face is too unpleasant, so she didn't even want to accept the gift."
Chu Yihan shot him a cold look, then turned and got into the car. He told the driver to leave, abandoning Wei Hong by the roadside.
Wei Hong touched his own face, feeling deeply indignant.
"What's wrong with my face? My eyes, nose, and mouth—what part of them isn't proper?"