“Didn’t expect the little fox to be so capable.”

Wu Mangmang’s steps paused. She turned her head and saw Ning Zheng leaning against the wall smoking behind a giant potted plant.

Ning Zheng flicked his ash into the plant pot and walked forward two steps. Wu Mangmang stepped aside, thinking he was leaving, but he blew smoke directly into Wu Mangmang’s face. “How did Lu Sui get tangled up with you again?”

Wu Mangmang coughed twice, feeling deeply attacked by malice.

“Your bedroom skills must be quite impressive?” Ning Zheng’s face slowly approached Wu Mangmang’s cheek.

“Are you drunk?” Wu Mangmang said coldly.

“How about the three of us try sometime? It’s not like we haven’t played before,” Ning Zheng smiled.

Wu Mangmang only regretted not having wine in her hand to splash Ning Zheng sober. She pushed him away forcefully. “How old are you? Stop acting like a delinquent just because things aren’t going your way.” Wu Mangmang even cursed “crazy” in Cantonese.

Ning Zheng reached out to grab Wu Mangmang, but she grabbed his wrist with her other hand. Because Ning Zheng was off guard and Wu Mangmang was deliberate, she actually managed to pin his hand against the wall.

“Don’t mess with me!” Wu Mangmang dropped this line. Though she’d made up with Lu, her mood was far from smooth.

The powder room was fully equipped. Wu Mangmang leisurely touched up her makeup, applying mascara while thinking about Ning Zheng’s words. She really couldn’t imagine Lu Sui having such wild years.

A threesome? Maybe she’d want to try it herself.

After touching up her makeup, Wu Mangmang wasn’t in a hurry to leave. She checked her social media, which was full of exclamation marks.

Wu Mangmang smiled. She really wanted to see these women’s expressions in person—they must be hilarious.

A private message popped up on Weibo—it was from Lu Sui: “Still not coming out?”

Wu Mangmang pouted and put away her phone.

But the next second, Wu Mangmang lit up her phone again and carefully looked at Lu Sui’s username.

“Lu Sui enters Mangmang”?

Wu Mangmang didn’t know if this username had always been like this or if he’d changed it temporarily. She was no longer sure if the “Lu Sui follows Mangmang” she’d seen before was an illusion.

Damned man!

Wu Mangmang put her phone away again and went to the adjacent restroom.

Restrooms were always gathering places for gossip. Wu Mangmang stood in a stall, forced to listen to the conversation of three women outside.

“Do you think Lu Sui and that girl are serious?”

“Should be. What kind of occasion is today? He opened the dance with her.”

“Doesn’t that mean we’ll have to endure Liu Lewei’s smugness from now on? It’s annoying just seeing her act proud.”

“Not necessarily. Didn’t you see that girl’s eyes were swollen? She couldn’t even touch up her makeup and had to remove it instead. Let’s wait and see—the Lu family isn’t that easy to enter.”

“Good. Then we’ll wait to see Liu Lewei get slapped in the face. That’ll be quite a show.”

Wu Mangmang only came out to wash her hands after the three women finished laughing and left.

Women—no matter how ladylike they appear on the surface, no matter what socialites they are, they still say such nutritionless things behind people’s backs.

Now it involved Ms. Liu too, which was annoying to think about. Dating felt like the whole family was in love with Lu Sui.

Ms. Liu’s heartbreak was stronger than her own.

Wu Mangmang walked to Lu Sui’s side. Lu Sui put his arm around her waist and toured the entire venue. Wu Mangmang felt like she was borrowing the tiger’s authority. She’d never received so much attention before.

Everyone was very friendly.

Everything she was interested in, the other party seemed to know well about. Chatting was extremely comfortable.

For a moment, Wu Mangmang felt that with her social skills, she could probably qualify as a socialite back in the Republican era.

Of course, when the party ended and people dispersed, one would sober up—that was just them flattering her.

But Wu Mangmang had to admit that attending the banquet with Lu Sui really earned him points.

Especially when crushing Long Xiujuan and her fiancé.

Though Wu Mangmang felt that being so pleased made her seem low and shallow, her vanity was satisfied beyond expectations, making it impossible not to feel happy.

This made Wu Mangmang directly make a major decision—next time she must be the one to dump Lu Sui first. Then when people mentioned her legend in the future, everyone would applaud.

Just like when she heard that Lan Yue had dumped Lu Sui—how impressive was that?

“Let’s go.” Lu Sui reached out to take Wu Mangmang’s hand.

Wu Mangmang pulled her hand back.

Though this action was slightly pretentious, since they’d both spoken openly, if they lived together again, something would definitely happen.

But Wu Mangmang felt she wouldn’t be interested in deflowering recently.

Mainly because after more than a month and experiencing William, Wu Mangmang had developed a sense of unfamiliarity with Lu Sui again.

“All your Singles’ Day purchases have arrived. Peter told you to hurry up and unpack them—who knows if any have expired,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang immediately raised both hands in surrender. She’d never seen anyone as precise as Lu Sui in hitting people’s weak spots.

Lu residence had specially cleared out a room for Wu Mangmang’s packages. Though it was hard work, the person doing it was particularly happy.

The next day, Wu Mangmang should have slept until the sun was high, but because the politics tutor felt time was tight and the task heavy, he’d already arrived at Lu residence before eight o’clock.

Wu Mangmang could only reschedule with Wu Yong. Coincidentally, Dr. Wu wanted to spend Christmas with his girlfriend—it was perfect timing.

During a break in tutoring, Wu Mangmang had a brief exchange with the forty-something tutor, who didn’t hide his earnings or popularity at all.

After Wu Mangmang asked about his approximate annual salary, she even had the urge to change careers.

In any case, this teacher with world-class exam techniques definitely wasn’t someone you could book today and expect to be available tomorrow.

Wu Mangmang definitely benefited greatly from this day.

During dinner, when Lu Sui asked about Wu Mangmang’s progress, she said “thank you” without lifting her head while shoveling rice.

Though according to Wu Mangmang’s temperament, she’d definitely dislike Lu Sui’s “giving without asking” domineering behavior, she had indeed benefited from it and felt embarrassed to blame Lu Sui.

This person never cared what you thought—as long as he thought it was right, he’d do it or force you to do it.

After eating, Wu Mangmang listlessly walked to the living room and sat down.

The living room was full of holiday atmosphere, decorated in red and green everywhere, a scene of joy and harmony.

The Christmas tree was particularly tall, almost reaching the ceiling. Wu Mangmang glanced around and suddenly noticed many gift boxes under the Christmas tree.

Pink, blue, green, all tied with ribbons—clearly for her.

Wu Mangmang turned to look at Lu Sui, who tilted his head indicating she could do as she pleased.

Wu Mangmang immediately knelt on the floor and started opening presents.

The Four Treasures of the Study were complete, from fountain pens to diaries, everything was there. There was also a new laptop, and of course, clothing and accessories.

Million-level jewelry—only Mr. Lu had such generosity, casually throwing it on the ground.

After Wu Mangmang’s hands got sore from unwrapping all the gifts, she counted carefully. Lu Sui had given her at least ten different hats.

Wu Mangmang touched her hair, which had grown out and looked somewhat unfashionable, then looked at Lu Sui. Was he subtly hinting at something?

“Who helped you pick these gifts? So careless—do the malls only sell hats and nothing else?” Wu Mangmang shifted her position and half-knelt on the carpet in front of Lu Sui.

“Miss doesn’t like them?” Peter stepped forward from where he’d been standing. “Yesterday, Master and I shopped all afternoon. Each item was carefully selected by Master.”

Wu Mangmang looked up at Peter. This butler could stand beside you and still manage to become like a painting on the wall, causing Wu Mangmang to often overlook this dedicated butler.

Wu Mangmang smiled at Lu Sui, “Uncle, I think you should give Peter a raise.”

Lu Sui ruffled Wu Mangmang’s hair. “We raise it every year.”

Wu Mangmang leaned against Lu Sui’s leg, twirling her hair with her finger. “Do you have an opinion about my short hair?”

“No, but I think you seem to have an opinion about it yourself,” Lu Sui said.

How did he see that?

Wu Mangmang had very good hair quality. She rarely permed or dyed it, usually keeping it straight.

But anyone who’d grown out their hair knew that straight hair looked worst when it was neither long nor short. Even someone as pretty as Wu Mangmang had her attractiveness index lowered.

If she permed it at this point, it would probably look better, but Wu Mangmang couldn’t bear to.

Wu Mangmang was shocked by Lu Sui’s attentiveness. “How did you see that?”

“When you used to be vain, you’d definitely touch your hair every ten minutes (afraid others wouldn’t notice). Now you don’t. And before, whenever you passed anything reflective, you’d unconsciously stop to check yourself. Now you don’t do that either. Nothing else about you has changed except your hair, so I guessed you must be dissatisfied with your current hairstyle,” Lu Sui said.

“You could actually change careers. You might be the next Henry Lee,” Wu Mangmang praised.

Wu Mangmang tried on all the hats in front of Lu Sui. Every single one looked good on her. Mr. Lu’s taste was quite excellent.

Old Peter stood not far away, watching Lu Sui and Wu Mangmang chat and laugh, and couldn’t help wiping his eyes.

There’d never been such holiday atmosphere during festivals before. This was the first time Lu residence had a Christmas tree again since the previous master passed away.

Later, Lu Sui moved to his study, and Wu Mangmang was also carried along—she was used to it.

She had a feeling that Lu Sui suffered from companionship hunger syndrome. If she thought about it carefully, except for bathing and using the toilet, he seemed to like keeping her in sight.

Wu Mangmang spread out the gifts she’d just unwrapped on the study floor, working hard to make the logos as visible as possible, then lay sideways in the middle for Lu Sui to photograph her.

She posted these photos along with the earlier photos of unopened gifts under the Christmas tree to her social media and Weibo to generate envy.

“My hands are sore from unwrapping gifts. What should I do?”

This kind of nonsense was enough to keep Wu Mangmang excitedly entertained for an entire evening.

“Next time, can you not do this kind of old shop private customization?” Wu Mangmang complained to Lu Sui while scrolling through her social media.

Ordinary people couldn’t tell the price or origin at all.

Wu Mangmang felt that the G-spot of receiving gifts was seeing people online circle each gift and annotate the brand, model, and price.

So she’d rather have a 40,000 yuan designer bracelet than a million-level bracelet of unknown origin.

But judging from the gifts Wu Mangmang gradually received from Lu Sui later, he obviously wasn’t going to listen to her.