4 Little Princess

◎You are my Mary Sue.◎

That night, in the study.

After counting his personal assets, Liang Zhihui put down his tablet and asked, "Brother, have you thought about how to deal with this matter?"

She arrived in a hurry, still in her work clothes. Her light brown suit was well-cut and slim-fitting, exuding a sense of meticulousness. When she wasn't looking at the screen, she took off her silver-rimmed glasses.

"Bring Zhen back. They say they are twins, but the weaker one was sent away to be raised. Now that they are about the same age, it's time for her to be brought home." Liang Ting'an had already thought of a solution. He said calmly, "Then Youwei can die of illness."

"Don't you really want her to get married?" Liang Zhihui leaned against the soft sofa. His voice was flat, but it sounded like the sound of broken jade and pearls, pleasant and cold: "Brother is too unscrupulous. This old man will be furious."

"I'm not the only one who's unscrupulous, am I?" Liang Ting'an suddenly laughed, his words vague.

When he found out that Liang Youwei was not his biological sister, the first thing that came to his mind was not only shock, but also a secret joy.

"It's still not safe in the country." Liang Zhihui didn't meet his gaze. She turned away and answered irrelevantly: "If someone discovered it, the consequences, both publicly and privately, would be unimaginable."

Liang Ting'an disagreed: "Youwei doesn't like learning foreign languages. It's better not to stay in the imperial capital in the future. You don't have to travel too far. Ten years at most. An old man can't hold on for much longer."

After a pause, he added that sentence.

Liang Zhihui was obviously more humane than him. After discussing with Liang Youwei, she thought of another question: "What about the real sister? There is no emotional support in the first place. If that one doesn't stand out, the ending will not be much better."

Liang Ting'an said calmly: "With the family trust and the dividends from the shares, it's enough for her to live a happy life. If she wants, we can teach her how to manage the company. She is our biological sister, and we will give her the same treatment she deserves."

"Yeah." Liang Zhihui turned his neck gently.

Liang Ting'an glanced at her and said, "Don't always focus on work. Remember to apply the Chinese medicine I prescribed a few days ago."

The woman relaxed and replied, "I understand, brother. Mrs. Li from Hong Kong Island is coming to the capital next week. Please help me find someone to accompany her."

"Didn't she specifically ask you to come?" The man chuckled, stood up, and handed her the slightly cooled honey lemon water.

Liang Zhihui spoke in a gentle tone, but his words were blunt: "I come? That would be too much of an honor for her family. Since we won't be involved in the future, it's better to just maintain a superficial relationship."

She took a sip of lemonade and said, "I'll leave this to you."

…

Before going to bed, Liang Zhihui went to Liang Youwei's room as usual to see if she slept well.

But there was only an empty bed waiting for her, and Liang Youwei was gone.

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This was the first time Liang Youwei drove out in the middle of the night.

She actually doesn't know how to drive very well, but at least she has a license, and with basic common sense, she has a certain level of proficiency.

Liang Youwei aimlessly stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel. The cool night breeze from the imperial capital blew in through a crack in the window, blowing her pure black hair back.

Where is this place? She doesn't know. Anyway, she has no home, so it doesn't matter where she goes.

The brilliant night scene passed by like the wind, and the colorful logos of neon lights were reflected in her eyes one by one. Liang Youwei suddenly thought of the past.

In fact, when she was little, Liang Jiangsheng still liked her very much. As a father, there was no reason for him to dislike a beautiful, spoiled, and somewhat temperamental little daughter.

Liang Jiangsheng would name new products after her, give her an entire building as a fifth-year birthday gift, and bring her to various important events. The man made no secret of his love for his little daughter.

But Liang Jiangsheng had been dissatisfied with Liang Youwei since some time. He was not satisfied with his daughter's mediocrity in school, nor was he satisfied with her lack of artistic talent.

As my daughter grows up, her role changes. Or rather, liking my daughter has always been just a fashion item for Liang Jiangsheng.

When she was a child, Liang Youwei only needed to be pretty and know how to act coquettishly; but as she grew older, Liang Youwei was more often than not her father's brand-name doll. In addition to being exquisite, she also had to be versatile, smart and wise.

But Liang Youwei really can't learn it well.

Whether it is the compulsory courses in school or the various piano, dance, and equestrian skills in the art class... Liang Youwei is not interested in them. If she is not interested, she can't learn much.

It's not that she didn't try, but the results were unsatisfactory. There are too many outstanding brothers and sisters in the family. Liang Jiangsheng's vision has long been high to a certain level. If you can't achieve the ultimate, then you are a waste.

The mediocre Liang Youwei is also a waste.

Since she couldn't do it to the level he required, she might as well give up. She didn't like it anyway.

Liang Youwei would not just accept things passively. After a short period of "no reward for hard work", she started to give up - I don't want to serve anymore, I don't want to learn anything, so what?

Her mother loved her, her brothers and sisters were reluctant to let her suffer, and her father, who was completely disappointed, no longer wanted to care about her. Liang Youwei grew up in freedom.

She always told herself: Everyone has their own destiny. My eldest brother and second sister are already amazing enough. If I were perfect, would there be any hope for others? So, she decided to be a useless person. Even if the sky fell, she still had her brothers and sisters to support her.

Liang Youwei used to think it was fate, but now she has finally figured out the real reason why she is considered a "waste". It turns out it's not because everyone has their own fate, but because she is not a member of the Liang family.

The vehicle came to a sudden stop.

Liang Youwei pursed her lips, and the grievance and confusion swept over her again. She was very annoyed, so she simply unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

There is a river here, it is too quiet and doesn't feel like an imperial capital at all.

She sniffed and sat down on the wooden steps by the river, silently curling up and hugging her calves. Her slightly pointed chin rested on her knees, pressing down her pure white lace skirt.

Shang Jingyi saw the fluttering white skirt after get off work.

His emotionless gaze fixed on the pretty yet fragile figure, and then, as if possessed, he walked over.

The tip of her nose and eyelids were tinged with an ambiguous pink, and her ears were red from the evening breeze. Her eyelashes were slightly curled, stained by tiny tears and woven into strands that shone like diamonds in the moonlight.

Shang Jingyi looked down at her profile, and the next second, the man turned sideways to look at her.

She seemed stunned, her eyelashes fluttering, her eyes blank, as if she didn't know why someone suddenly appeared here. But soon, she covered her face and scolded him with a nasal voice - if her tone could be any more vicious.

"Who are you? Don't peek at me!"

For no apparent reason, Shang Jingyi suddenly laughed out loud.

"Are you making fun of me?!" Liang Youwei couldn't believe it. She stopped covering her face and was so angry that the corners of her eyes turned even redder.

Shang Jingyi, wearing a cheap suit, threw his briefcase aside and sat on the ground nonchalantly: "No."

His eyes were always on her.

Liang Youwei subconsciously moved to the side, not wanting to be too close to the stranger.

His scrutinizing gaze swept over the girl from head to toe. Shang Jingyi finally spoke casually, using a name he had never used for anyone else: "Running away from home? Little princess."

It sounds quite Mary Sue, but Shang Jingyi just thinks that she is a princess, beautiful and wonderful. The princess may have quarreled with her family, so she drove away in a pumpkin carriage in the middle of the night.

Hearing this name, Liang Youwei was stunned for a moment, and then her nose felt sore again. She pursed her lips hard, until her thin red lips turned pale, and said stubbornly: "I don't have a home, and I'm not a little princess."

She knew very well that, for now, the Liang family was still ruled by Liang Jiangsheng. If he said he wanted to kick her out, she would no longer be a member of the Liang family. Liang Ting'an and Liang Zhihui did have a say, but on major issues, they could not oppose their living "father."

Not to mention now, they are no longer related by blood, and the strongest emotional connection has disappeared. How long can the past feelings last?

Liang Youwei is self-aware. She has neither the ability to make others fall in love with her nor the charm to make others ignore all her shortcomings.

She was so arrogant, so spoiled, and so good at spending money. Without the title of "Third Miss Liang" and the close blood relationship, who would truly like her?

"There are ghosts here in the middle of the night." Shang Jingyi suddenly spoke, breaking the silence and interrupting his thoughts: "Are you sure you don't want to go home?"

"...You're talking nonsense," Liang Youwei didn't believe it. She wiped the tears from her eyes and said seriously, "There are no ghosts in this world. You're superstitious, which is wrong."

Shang Jingyi was amused by her again.

She wasn't a particularly cheerful person. Her personal life was difficult, graduation was imminent, and her internship company was small and tidy, full of hustle and bustle. There were those who engaged in sexual harassment, formed cliques, and played double-dealing, each with their own despicable ways.

With all kinds of bad things piling up, Shang Jingyi was annoyed every day. He was so annoyed that he wanted to flatten the world and then use an atomic bomb to blow it into tiny particles of dust to put an end to it all.

However, on a night when she wanted to destroy the world again, she met a proud and stubborn little princess.

Very good experience.

But the little princess seemed to think her laughter was ironic: "You are making fun of me again!"

"...If you think so, I can't help you." Shang Jingyi has never been good at saying nice things since she was a child, but she still reminded him again: "Go home quickly, or you'll be kidnapped and sold into a pigpen in the mountains."

This guy looks like a fool with a lot of money. If he escapes from the castle, he will only be bullied by bad guys.

Obviously, the little princess is more afraid of people than ghosts. She took the kidnapping and trafficking threats to heart and picked up her phone.

Shang Jingyi took a glance and sure enough, it was the latest model of foreign fruit.

Oh, so it turns out that ordinary people are only allowed to express their determination by supporting domestic products.

She turned on her phone and saw many missed calls and unanswered messages pop up. There were roughly three names on the screen - "Big Brother", "Second Sister" and "Mom".

The beautiful little princess hesitated for a while and decided to call her second sister back, but the moment the call was connected, her phone was turned off.

Liang Youwei was stunned. She had never expected this to happen. After pressing the power button over and over again without success, her eyes became red again.

Shang Jingyi spoke at the moment when tears fell: "What's the phone number? I'll call for you."

She knew that this person's phone and car would have positioning systems, but this person might not be aware of it. She was so anxious that she cried.

Liang Youwei looked over with tears in her eyes: "Really?"

"Very true." Shang Jingyi retracted his gaze and opened his second-hand phone, which was not very sensitive. "Tell me your phone number."

Liang Youwei's voice was soft and pleasant, with a nasal twang. She paused after every three digits, as if she was afraid she wouldn't hear clearly.

"What's your name?" Shang Jingyi asked before making the call. "I'm easy to communicate with."

Liang Youwei was slightly startled: "Shouldn't I be the one to communicate?"

Shang Jingyi was very calm: "Do you know the address here?"

Liang Youwei: “I don’t know…”

"So I'm the one to communicate," Shang Jingyi lowered his eyes, "name."

"...Liang Youwei."

The call went through quickly.

"Hello, are you Liang Youwei's second sister?"

………

"Second sister" came quickly.

It was the same suit, but it was different. The woman was as tall as him, and her frown relaxed the moment she saw Liang Youwei, but quickly tightened again.

"Second sister" took off her coat and put it on Liang Youwei, and stroked the girl's pale cheek with her slender fingers: "Are you frozen?"

Liang Youwei shook her head, not daring to look at her, and only whispered: "It's not cold, sister."

The woman pinched her cheek lightly, then asked the tall man who was traveling with her to help her into the car.

They called him "Big Brother" and she took the initiative to hold the man's hand.

After dealing with her sister, she finally looked at him, offering a polite, distant smile. It was a beautiful smile, but like early spring ice, it would have vanished completely if the sun had been even slightly stronger. "Thank you so much for today. My little sister threw a tantrum and ran away from home, and we were so worried."

"You're welcome." Shang Jingyi didn't recognize the brand of the car or the clothes, but she could clearly see the difference between the two. She didn't want to say anything more, just nodded and wanted to leave.

Liang Zhihui called her.

After his gaze swept over her, Liang Zhihui had a general understanding of her identity: "Excuse me, are you currently a college student on internship?"

Seeing her stop, Liang Zhihui handed over his business card: "If your major is suitable, perhaps you can come to our Yixing for an interview."

Liang Zhihui never expresses his gratitude verbally, but instead expresses it in action. It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish.

Shang Jingyi's eyes were dazzled by the diamond ring on her right middle finger, and the small and delicate gardenia flashed by.

There was still a white light in front of my eyes, and I stretched out my hand.

"Thanks."

【Author’s words】

1. When Nuwa created Liang Youwei.

Add a little cuteness, a little pampering, a little selfishness, a little kindness... and finally add lots and lots of succubus attributes.

2. When Nuwa created Shang Jingyi.

Add a lot of cleverness, a lot of sarcasm, a lot of yin and yang, a lot of paranoia... and finally, a little cuteness.