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It became a precious gift.
“Liuli Chuan…” the girl suddenly murmured to herself. She had overheard the man’s words earlier. It seemed that this person named Liuli Chuan had escaped from his grasp, which made Sicheng Xingli somewhat concerned. Moreover, it was the first time she had seen that blond-haired man in such a furious state.
However, the light that had just appeared in his eyes quickly went out again.
It's of no use.
Kofukuji Ryuya didn't come to see her all night. It was unclear whether he was stopped by the bodyguards outside the door or avoided her out of guilt. The silver-haired girl stayed in the room all day.
The next day, several maids came to Anri Saki's room. They brought several brand-new clothes, dresses, and various accessories and cosmetics. Anri Saki was manipulated by these maids like a doll, and they did her makeup.
Her cherry lips were painted with alluring lipstick, her hair was styled, and her carefully applied eyelashes and face, along with her long, narrow eyeshadow, made her look like a bewitching enchantress.
She became even more beautiful than before.
This aura, this charm, she's practically a femme fatale. This is the first time that Anri Saki has been so meticulously cared for and dressed up. But all that the Kofukuji family is doing is like carefully packaging herself as a commodity.
The thought of it made her feel nauseous.
"Xingli? You..."
At the entrance, Kofukuji Ryuya was already sitting in the car. He hadn't seen her all day and had thought his childhood friend would be in a bad state, but he never expected her to suddenly become so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, and not like the girl he knew anymore.
Is she wearing makeup?
Kofukuji Takaya's heart pounded as he watched, overwhelmed by the feeling of being smitten. He was mesmerized by the charm of his childhood friend, but then he remembered that all this elaborate makeup and dressing up was for that blond guy, to give her away to someone else.
The aggrieved young master was heartbroken.
"Feel sorry……"
That's what he finally said.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Si Cheng Xingli said calmly, her lips slightly parted, “He just didn’t do anything.”
Hearing her calm words, Kofukuji Takaya felt even more uneasy, especially since the girl's attitude was cold. Although Anri Shiki had treated him badly before, her current indifference was even more heartbreaking.
The gates of the luxurious manor were lined with luxury cars. The Xingfuji family was not stopped; they also had invitations, but compared to those prominent nobles, they were insignificant.
Upon entering the magnificent hall, I discovered that they were preparing a booth for a charity auction before the ball. Even though it was just for show, they wanted to make it look good.
After the people from the Kofukuji family came in, they no longer restricted her movements and were not worried about her escaping. She was surrounded by prominent and powerful people and was busy dealing with them. She also hoped that Takashi could get to know those young ladies.
The beautiful silver-haired girl stood alone in the corner, like a carefully prepared gift—beautiful and exquisite, but lifeless, especially Anri Saki's eyes, her beautiful amethyst eyes dull and lifeless.
Lifeless.
Just then, a voice from beside her interrupted her reverie.
You seem quite troubled.
She looked up blankly and met a pair of eyes. They were dark, deep, and vast eyes, as if they contained an entire universe, unconsciously attracting the attention of others. Si Cheng Xingli was also attracted and she saw the other person's appearance clearly.
It was a boy about his age, whose deep black eyes were fixed on him. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
“No,” Anri Saki coldly refused, but after saying that, she hesitated for a moment and whispered, “Thank you.”
The words she had been longing to hear were instead spoken by a stranger.
“I can sense the confusion and fear in your heart,” Mu Xiaoxiao smiled mysteriously, “and the hidden anger and resentment? I’ve met several women like you, who have experienced the same things as you.”
Sicheng Xingli paused for a moment, something about those words sounded strange.
"And then?" the beautiful silver-haired girl couldn't help but ask, "What happened to those women?"
"Then I came here," Mu Xiaoxiao sighed. "They kept bothering me, and I couldn't just sit idly by. Sigh, I'm just too soft-hearted. So if you need anything, you can come to me. Oh, I charge a fee, just give me money. I'm suddenly short of money lately."
This is also a way to make money.
"..."
This person is a bit strange.
Sicheng Xingli wanted to tell him that he couldn't help her, and that even getting close to him and talking to him would cause trouble. But when the silver-haired girl looked up unintentionally and met his eyes, for some reason, all the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.
He seemed to be hinting at something. Could it be that he could really help me?
No one who can appear here is an ordinary person. Who exactly is he?
“On the other hand, if a person is unwilling to save themselves, no matter how much help others give, it’s useless,” Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped smiling and stared quietly.
"There's a girl even worse off than you. She went from being a pampered young lady to an ordinary girl. Her relatives died, her family was destroyed, she works every day to make ends meet, and there's a dangerous man eyeing her covetously—"
Even so, she never gave up hope.
At this point, Mu Xiaoxiao had already spotted Tsubakihara Mira's figure. He waved and turned to leave, saying, "So stop giving up on yourself. The real show here is about to begin, so be careful."
Sicheng Xingli stared blankly at his retreating figure, then suddenly took two steps forward and asked, "What's that girl's name?"
She didn't know why she asked that question.
"Her name is Rurikawa Tsubaki."
Mu Xiaoxiao had already gone far away, leaving only the silver-haired girl standing there like a statue. However, her once lifeless eyes regained their luster and shone brightly, "Liulichuan..."
Even now, she doesn't know the boy's name or background, but for some reason, she can feel a power emanating from him, a power that can even flow into her own body.
The girl's despair was gradually reversed, especially when she thought about how furious Boyman had been yesterday. So it was this boy who did it?
"I'm not giving up on myself, and he didn't even tell me his name," she lowered her head, biting her cherry lips and humming softly. Wait, it seems I didn't tell him my name either. A hint of embarrassment appeared on her beautiful face, but in this way, she didn't seem like an emotionless doll.
It came to life instantly.
“I’m sorry, but I still don’t want to be a sacrifice,” Anri Shiki took a deep breath and looked in the direction of Takaya Kofukuji and the others, her eyes unusually firm and cold. “Even if it’s just for myself, even if it means parting ways with the Kofukuji family.”
She had long considered that place her home, and the person she loved was still there. But that feeling had completely died out. Without a trace of lingering affection, she looked away and found Mu Xiaoxiao in the crowd, staring at him for a long time without looking away.
At the same time, the exclamation mark that had been flashing above the girl's head gradually solidified, and the wish list was fully formed. Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the changes in the system and smiled brightly, "Not bad, three ways to make a living, isn't this a huge profit?"
Chapter 123 Mental Breakdown
"Xiaoxiao, flirting with girls again?"
Tsubakihara Mira hooked her arm around his and teased, "That girl's face is quite unfamiliar. Is this the first time you've met her? She's looking this way right now, staring straight at you. As expected of Koko, she caught his attention in no time."
Mira pressed his arm against her soft, snowy breasts, the fragrance of a mature woman filling her nostrils. She teased him by gently pinching his cheek while glancing at the silver-haired girl out of the corner of her eye.
“If we’re talking about flirting, Mira, I didn’t flirt with you,” Mu Xiaoxiao said, turning her head away.
"Yeah, yeah, you didn't seduce me, I'm the one seducing you. I've fallen for you, you little rascal~. Okay, right?" Tsubakihara Mira licked her bright red lips. "I'm just an old cow eating young grass, devouring you, this tender high school student—"
"You know it's an old cow eating young grass, an old auntie~." Mu Xiaoxiao glanced sideways and pouted.
"Call me sister!"
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was playfully fighting with Mira, suddenly noticed that quite a few people were looking at him. He raised his eyebrows, as if he had been mentally prepared. "Mira, you really are a natural spotlight. Those people are probably watching you."
The name Tsubakihara Mira is indeed legendary. Her beauty and strength are both remarkable, and she has attracted the attention of many noble young men. However, those men have all been hurt and some have met tragic ends.
She's being so intimate with a man now? It makes one wonder what their relationship is.
"Don't worry about it, we've already dealt with those guys," Tsubakihara Mira popped a grape into Mu Xiaoxiao's mouth. "In this kind of situation, even enemies will smile at each other and maintain a semblance of politeness, so don't worry about them causing trouble—but Xiaoxiao, there are noble ladies who are attracted to you too."
Wearing the dress that Mira made for him, Mu Xiaoxiao, combined with her evolved temperament and figure, truly stood out from the crowd.
"I'm quite disappointed that we won't get to see Boiman break down."
Upon hearing this, Tsubakihara Mira's expression turned serious. "Little one, are you really going to do this?"
She seemed to already know what Mu Xiaoxiao was going to do later.
"Mira, you'll help me, right?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked pitifully.
"Yes, yes, with such a pitiful look, how could I bear to refuse?" He was completely smitten by the little one. Sigh, what could he do? He couldn't live without her anymore. Tsubakihara Mira hugged him even tighter, sweetly nibbling his ear and whispering, "Do whatever you want, I'll clean up after you."
No matter what Mu Xiaoxiao wants to do, Mira will support her unconditionally. Besides, she knows very well that even if Xiaoxiao doesn't take action, that Boyman will still cause trouble for her. Since it threatens the life of her beloved boy, well, he's not a good person anyway.
The so-called charity auction was just a show. Mu Xiaoxiao looked bored and focused his attention on his surroundings, trying to see if there were any familiar faces. Soon, he actually saw a familiar face: Nogami Izumi, who was also dressed up and sitting not far away on the other side.
This hot young lady changed into a gorgeous outfit, and her demeanor was completely different from before. Of course, her impatience remained the same, so it seems she doesn't like this kind of part either.
Quan didn't notice her, and Mu Xiaoxiao didn't plan to contact him.
The gaze then shifted to Poyman, the blond-haired man who was equally distracted, his face sullen. He still hadn't found Tsubaki Rurikawa; wasn't he worried?
As the auction ended and the ball was about to begin, Anri Shiki heard Master Kofukuji's voice, "Let's go, it's time to greet Young Master Boyman."
She didn't move, her gaze fixed on Mu Xiaoxiao, who, however, didn't look at her but instead gave a playful smile and looked towards the door. The head of the Xingfuji family also didn't notice Xingli's unusual behavior and was looking towards the door as well.
somebody is coming.
"Is that Miyajima?"
Miyajima Sōsuke walked in with his wife.
"Young Master Boyman, it's been a long time. I was slightly delayed on the way..." He went straight to the blond-haired man, greeting him while introducing the beautiful woman beside him, "This is my wife. Why don't you greet Young Master Boyman—"
"Miyajima Sōsuke, he really did send his wife away," the head of the Kōfukuji family exclaimed in astonishment, thinking that this guy was ruthless enough to disregard everything for profit. Not only them, but the others also saw through the trick.
Miyajima Sōsuke's obsequious expression and attitude toward his wife drew strange looks from everyone. Some of the noblewomen, including some aristocratic young ladies, looked rather displeased and secretly scorned him.
"Oh? Mrs. Miyajima is very beautiful."
Mrs. Miyajima was also dressed up carefully. Her graceful figure and elegant long dress made her just as charming as Tsubakihara Mira. This made Poyman's eyes narrow. He was in a bad mood at the moment and didn't mind using this beautiful woman to vent his desires.
But at that moment, Mrs. Miyajima suddenly turned around and looked at the boy walking behind her.
"Aunt Miyajima, you're so pretty!" Mu Xiaoxiao walked over and complimented her.
"is it?"
The beautiful wife completely ignored her husband and Boiman, instead giving Mu Xiaoxiao a beautiful and gentle smile. Her icy face melted away, as if spring had arrived and flowers were in full bloom.
"Xiaoxiao, do you like it?" Under everyone's gaze, she walked to Mu Xiaoxiao's side, smiling gently. "I dressed up especially for you..."
"Completely captivated me," Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly became the center of attention, seemingly oblivious to the shocked, strange, or puzzled looks around her, and even Nogami Izumi's astonished gaze. Soon, Mu Xiaoxiao's phone vibrated.
But he ignored her and reached out his hand as if no one else was there, "Aunt Miyajima, come with me~".
The beautiful, mature young woman placed her small hand on his, shy yet bold, and followed him lovingly, like a little wife. "Hello, Miss Mira."
“Hello, I’ve heard Xiao Xiao mention you before,” Tsubakihara Mira nodded in a friendly manner.
What's going on? !
Miyajima Sōsuke's wife has been seduced by another brat?!
The people around him had amused expressions on their faces.
Could it be not Boyman, but that mysterious boy? But wait, Miyajima Sosuke's face is very ugly. Could there be some inside story? I feel that the relationship here is a bit complicated.
what happened?
Xingfu Temple was equally dumbfounded. What kind of twist was this? Only Sicheng Anri realized something. Was it because of him?
"What are you doing?!" Miyajima Sosuke felt like the sky had fallen, and hurriedly explained, "Young Master Poyman, it's not what you think, it's a misunderstanding..."
“Interesting,” he frowned when he saw Mu Xiaoxiao and then Tsubakihara Mira. He wasn’t as angry as Miyajima Sosuke, but he was still annoyed that his things had been taken away. “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault. You’re a victim too, after all. Your wife has fallen for someone else.”
Miyajima Sosuke, who was forcing a smile, was furious. Couldn't he have been less blunt? This was making me lose face, and today I'd become a complete laughingstock! He didn't dare to be angry with this man, so he could only direct his anger at his wife.
That woman! She actually cheated on me!
“Indeed, Mr. Miyajima,” the head of the Kofukuji family also came over, almost beaming with joy. “It seems your family situation is a bit complicated. You should take care of your wife first. Oh, by the way, Master Boiman, I’ve brought Miss Anri with you.”
No, come again?
Miyajima Sosuke's face turned red. "Damn it, why is someone copying me?!"
The head of the Kofukuji family ignored the disdainful looks. It was only because of Young Master Boyman's help that he was able to enter this circle and attend tonight's charity gala. A maid is nothing, this is an investment, don't you understand!
The gazes around him were varied, ranging from subtle to contemptuous to admiring. Only Kofukuji Ryūya felt his heart bleeding, yet even so, he dared not say a word.
Anri Sakishige also felt these gazes. At this moment, the silver-haired girl seemed to have made a decision. She glanced at the silent Kofukuji Takaya with his head down, and then looked at Mu Xiaoxiao who was chatting and joking with Mrs. Miyajima. She felt the difference between them.
There is no harm without comparison.
With a determined look on her face, she turned and walked towards Mu Xiaoxiao in full view of everyone.
The smile on the head of the Kofukuji family froze on his face.
Young Master Longye looked astonished.
what?
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