1940: A gentle smile

A gentle smile

After pushing her servant girl away, the magnificently dressed girl rushed forward and wrestled with Yang Xiao Er while cursing and pulling her hair.1

Seeing them fighting like shrews, Feng Jiu and her party were stunned and a little dumbfounded. The two women were daughters of influential families, weren't they? How did they come to blows so violently?

Since there were a lot of people around them watching the excitement, Feng Jiu commanded, "Separate them." 

Leng Hua and Leng Shuang, who stood behind her, immediately stepped forward. Leng Hua pulled Yang Xiao Er. "Miss Xiao Er, please don't fight."

Leng Shuang pulled the magnificently dressed woman and pushed her towards the two servant girls. With a chilly glance at the two of them, she said, "Watch her well."

Yang Xiao Er stared angrily, seeing that the new dress she especially put on today was crumpled and the new hairdo that her servant girl arranged meticulously was also messed up. She even made a fool of herself in front of Sister Feng and Brother Leng Hua. She bit her lower lip and her eyes gradually turned red. 

"Miss Xiao Er, are you hurt?" Leng Hua asked gently when he saw the girl lowered her head and looked like she was about to cry.

"Brother Leng Hua, she pulled my hair and ruined my hairdo, crumpled my new dress." Yang Xiao Er's lips flattened. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She wanted to look beautiful when meeting them, but now it has become like this.

Did Brother Leng Hua also think she's fat and ugly? When she thought of this, she became even sadder and big teardrops kept falling down.

Leng Hua smiled gently. "It's alright. We'll look for a place to tidy up your hairdo." His gaze turned to her wrist. The back of her hand was scratched and blood oozed from her skin. 

"The back of your hand is bleeding. Let me bandage it for you!" As he spoke, he took out the powdered medicine and a strip of cloth. He sprinkled the powder and then bandaged the back of her hand. His movements were tender and unhurried, keeping a gentle smile on his face. Yang Xiao Er stared at him in rapture.

Even the magnificently dressed girl, who was supported by two servant girls, was angry and jealous when she saw this scene. Fatty Yang was so fat and ugly. Why would this handsome young man be so gentle to her? How hateful!

Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu watched from the side. The former was expressionless, but the latter was wreathed in smiles. Her eyes lingered around the two, thinking inwardly. Yang Xiao Er's facial features were exquisite. She's just a little chubby. If she was slimmer, she's definitely a beauty. Most importantly, looking at Yang Xiao Er's character, the more she looked at her, the more she was fond of this girl.

Leng Shuang watched her little brother bandaging Yang Xiao Er. Her eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything. She only stood behind Feng Jiu quietly.

After tying the cloth with a beautiful knot, Leng Hua smiled gently. "It's done." He withdrew his hands, then looked at the splendidly dressed girl and smiled kindly. "Girl, your eyes are a little red and swollen. You'd better go home and apply some medicine to reduce the swelling." 

The girl was still a little angry, but she was stunned by the handsome young man's smile. She didn't react for a while. When she came to her senses, those few people had already left.

"Young Miss, Young Miss?" The servant girl beside her cautiously called her a few times.

"What are you doing!" The magnificently dressed woman turned her head back and glared at her. When she tore her gaze, she drew another sharp breath. 

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