"Why are you here?" The other party looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Wen Yan was also a little surprised and replied indifferently, "I'm the stylist who was hired."
"Huh? You?" Leng Bai Rui's finger almost pointed at her nose, "That's hilarious. Even the servants here wouldn't let you be a stylist!"
Wen Yan frowned, finding the other party very ill-mannered. She didn't want to say more and turned to leave. However, Leng Bai Rui felt ignored and grabbed her hand, "Stop right there. What are you holding? Oh, I see, you're here to steal!"
Leng Bai Rui recognized it as her mother's clothes, becoming even more smug and sarcastic. Her mother's stylists were all internationally renowned; how could she possibly hire an unknown person to do her styling? This woman was clearly lying!
"How dare you steal from the Leng family! Someone, take this woman away!"
Servants immediately stepped forward and restrained Wen Yan.
Wen Yan was already enraged, "That's enough. I told you, I'm here to do styling!"
"Trash like you isn't even fit to style our servants!" Leng Bai Rui waved her hand, "Lock her up in the dark room!"
The servants obeyed.
The Leng family's servants were all exceptionally skilled. Wen Yan was no match for them.
While annoyed, she was also puzzled.
Leng Bai Rui's presence here, did it mean...
That middle-aged woman was her mother?
Which meant, this was...
The answer was obvious. The appearance of one person further confirmed Wen Yan's suspicion. A strange emotion flowed through her chest, complex and turbulent.
Every time she was in a predicament, it seemed he would witness it all.
Leng Bai Rui also didn't expect her brother, who should have been at the company, to be home. He cast a cold, indifferent gaze at them. Leng Bai Rui immediately put on a fawning smile and stepped forward, "Brother, I caught this woman trying to sneak into our house to steal Mom's things. Such people must not be tolerated. I've decided to lock her in the dark room for a few days to teach her a lesson."
His expression was indifferent, showing no discernible emotion.
But as his gaze fell on Wen Yan, she felt extremely humiliated.
She said word by word, "I'm not a thief. I'm here for styling design."
"Bullshit! Does the Leng family need someone like you for design? That's ridiculous!" Leng Bai Rui then looked at Leng Xun Ze, "Brother, right? This woman might have ulterior motives. Who knows, she might be trying to seduce you!"
Wen Yan was mortified, "Even if I jump off this building, I would never seduce your brother!"
The man's expression seemed to finally stir.
He opened his mouth and uttered a few words, "Then take her away."
Wen Yan: "..."
He was definitely seeking revenge!
Thus, without any chance to react, Wen Yan was taken away and thrown into the dark room.
The so-called dark room was truly a dark room, with not a sliver of light. She huddled in the corner, feeling very cold.
Being in such a place was an extreme test of one's mental fortitude.
Recalling the man's decision just now without any hesitation, she suddenly found it laughable.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom.
Leng Xue had waited for a long time and hadn't seen the stylist return. She grew impatient and sent someone to hurry her. However, the maid returned saying she hadn't seen Wen Yan.
"That's impossible. Where could she have gone?" Aunt Liu called, but there was no signal.
"Strange, where could this girl have gone?"
As Aunt Liu mumbled in confusion, something flashed in Leng Xue's eyes.
Leng Bai Rui entered, running and hugging her mother affectionately.
"Mom, when did you get back? I missed you so much!"
After handing over the company to Leng Xun Ze, Leng Xue still wasn't home much, often going on trips.
"I returned today." She looked at her daughter, her usually cold expression softened.
"Then you didn't tell me. I missed you so much. You promised me you'd go shopping with me when you had time," Leng Bai Rui pouted.
Aunt Liu watched this scene with a sense of relief. She had always thought her friend was too cold-blooded, only caring about work and neglecting her family and children.
Leng Bai Rui was a good child, knowing how to influence her mother.
However, Leng Xue suddenly changed the subject, "What were you doing just now?"
"Me?" Leng Bai Rui looked confused for a moment before quickly saying, "Mom, I just encountered a fraud. She actually claimed to be here to do styling for us, and she even stole your clothes! I immediately locked that person up!"
This was clearly referring to Wen Yan. Aunt Liu's eyes widened as she looked at Leng Xue. Leng Xue frowned and immediately said to a maid, "Go and let her out."
"Yes." She went down.
Now it was Leng Bai Rui's turn to widen her eyes, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Aunt Liu was torn between laughter and tears, "Oh my, my Bai Rui, that's your mother's stylist! How could you lock her up?"
Leng Bai Rui didn't believe it, "How could my mother hire such a low-class stylist?"
"You don't know, her skills are excellent. Last time she designed my hairstyle, so many people praised it and asked for her contact information, but I was reluctant to give it. I invited her to style for your mother because they are good friends."
The truth turned out to be this. Leng Bai Rui's face turned pale, then flushed, but she was still unwilling to admit her mistake, "But how can someone like that be worthy of styling Mom? Mom, I'll find someone even more amazing for you."
"How do you determine who is worthy?" Leng Xue's tone suddenly turned cold, looking at Leng Bai Rui, "When the Leng family wasn't prosperous yet, we couldn't even afford a stylist. Just because we have money now, can we squander it as we please?"
Leng Bai Rui was speechless.
"Go down, bring her out, and apologize." she commanded.
Leng Bai Rui bit her lip but dared not disobey her mother.
She had no choice but to go down.
Aunt Liu looked worried, "Xue Xue, are you being too harsh on the child? She didn't know any better!"
"But her character is flawed." Leng Xue closed her eyes, exhausted, "Arrogance and the habit of a luxurious life are not their fault. But she directly locked up an innocent person, using her power to harm another's interests. She will only harm herself."
This was true. Aunt Liu no longer argued.
Wen Yan was soon brought out by her.
When she returned to the room, she was alone.
Leng Xue apologized to her. Wen Yan was slightly surprised, accepted it, and continued to style her.
She selected a few outfits.
A rose-red long dress was too gaudy, too flamboyant for her age. So, she layered it with a beige sheer mesh dress, which immediately softened the ostentatious brilliance, adding a touch of gentle beauty, like a rose blooming quietly in the early morning, still bearing dewdrops.
Her hair was simply styled, softly curled and draped over her shoulders.
It wasn't a particularly glamorous or complex style, but it immediately brought out her气质.
Sitting there quietly, she was captivating.
Aunt Liu was mesmerized.
"My goodness, you look so beautiful! Xue Xue, your usual drab suits are so boring, I'm tired of them. This outfit truly suits you. It's gentle yet sharp, noble yet infinitely charming!"
Leng Xue looked at herself in the mirror and was stunned.
She was almost accustomed to wearing imposing colors like deep red and black, and stylists almost always followed her requests for such styles. Over time, her heart had become as cold and hard as her appearance. She never expected that by moderately toning down her sharpness, she would look like this.
Her memory suddenly drifted back.
Back to more than twenty years ago.
She was still very young that year, twenty years old, the prime of her youth and vitality. Her parents were still alive, and she was the delicate little princess of the Leng family.