662 Bow To The Overlady (1/2)

Back when Han Leng was still during his high school, the school flower, Lady Bai Yunshan had barely left him any impression. Bai Yunshan had initially been just another student who only knew how to study. If anything, she had a name of being a rather effective snitch. How did such a person end up as Lady Zhao's bestie…

Han Leng could not care less about any of Lady Zhao's besties. Be it Jiang Qing the b.o.o.by chatterbox, Su Li the old hag, or even the icy-cool Bai Yunshan. they mattered little to him. He only remained courteous with them for the sake of Lady Zhao.

After all, he was supposed to be the first. He was the one who wrote reviews on Lady Zhao's behalf. He even wrote entirely new books for Lady Zhao. But why? Why was Lady Zhao still treating those girls more intimately?

Was it because of his gender?

Han Leng drove through the night. The radio was playing, ”Wukong.” At one point, the speakers had garbled out, ”What do I want for this iron rod?” Wow, that made perfect sense. This is a good song!

Obviously, Han Leng obliged to Lady Zhao's request. At the same time, he had eliminated an idle fantasy of his own making. It's best that he remained a coward. He may not progress on his relations.h.i.+p with Lady Zhao like her besties, but at least he was the only male in Lady Zhao's circle. That was good enough for him.

Han Leng booked three tickets via phone. Lady Zhao would be taking the middle seat by default. Bai Yunshan and he would be her bodyguards on each side.

At the same time, Han Leng received yet another of Lady Zhao's orders. ”Go and fetch Bai Yunshan, for I don't feel like leaving yet.”

Lady Zhao stood before her wardrobe, wracking her brain. She had to pick a matching handbag for her clothes. Her collection would constantly be updated with the latest models of top quality luxury brands.

Of course, luxuries were but a fleeting moment that quickly pa.s.ses. Of course, any ordinary plebian would grab hold of any article from the room and cherish it for the rest of their lives. But to Lady Zhao, these were merely disposables.

On the other hand, the branded handbags served no practical function. They were not meant to hold and carry items, they were meant to fill Zhao Youyue's idle hand.

The so-called saying, ”no second use of a piece of clothing, or a pair of shoes” was not untrue, not when it came to Lady Zhao. Her choices were endless, unless. Lady Zhao reverts to her past addiction to school uniforms…

If this past is even uncovered, it might even be turned into a running gag, ”The Lady who loves school uniforms.”

Ordinary people were only able to enjoy switching outfits within games. Rich people did so in reality. By that simple logic, did that mean that rich people were happy? You're wrong. You're not even close to picturing what happiness means to the rich. Poverty has closed your mind…

The militaristic Lady Bai Yunshan was nowhere as exquisite as Zhao Youyue. It would be an even further cry for her to be as extravagant and wasteful as Lady Zhao. But sometimes, even she would end up as Lady Zhao's ”Miracle Nikki”[1] toy. Lady Zhao would put Bai Yunshan through the most extreme of makeovers, turning her from beyond average, to that of a G.o.ddess. Then, she would force Bai Yunshan into clothes that she loved, and set her on her way to be the center of everyone's universe. It served as the rare source of entertainment in her world.

Han Leng drove into the military base to pick Bai Yunshan up. Of course, his entry did not go unnoticed by Bai Yunshan's father. He gave Han Leng a ”friendly” glance that sent a chill running down his entire body…

Han Leng was still remotely aware of how humans worked. He immediately alighted and offered a cigarette to the older man. Han Leng did not smoke himself. Now that he was a rather known writer, such PR encounters would be unavoidable. Cigarettes were the most basic of bargaining chips.

Bai Yunshan's father only seemed to grow even ”friendlier.” He placed a heavy hand on Han Leng's shoulder and left it there for a long moment. Finally, he said, ”Treat my Shan Shan nicely.”