Chapter 366: Cousins

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This time, she had seriously made a fool of herself. Even though she had managed to s.h.i.+ft all the blame to the host and salvaged what’s left of her reputation, the damage cannot be undone.

It’s impossible to come out of this mess unsullied.

“My sweet cousin, you look troubled. What’s on your mind?”

A young, glamorous woman of above-average height walked in, the two bouncing lumps of meat at her chest making every man gawk their eyes dry.

She walked towards Su Muran, her racks ebbing and flowing. Su Muran frowned. She had always found her disagreeable. Sure, you have great a.s.sets, but do you have to go around flaunting them to the world?

The woman sat down beside her. Her fingernails, and toenails, were covered in exquisite nail art. A woman’s finest features were her hands, and the tender hands in question was a perfect piece of art.

There was no telling how the woman would look without makeup on, but she was fairly pretty with her cosmetics. That, coupled with her excellent figure and good taste in fas.h.i.+on, made her quite a sight for sore eyes.

“What brings you here?” Su Muran rose and picked up the phone from the table, a brand new one she bought. That seemed to have hit a sore spot. The woman smiled, a smile that was partly deliberate and partly ingratiating.

“I dropped by to visit Auntie since I missed her so much. What a pretty phone, lovely cousin. Bought it recently?”

Su Muran looked up from her phone. “What is it? You want it?”

The woman, seemingly embarra.s.sed, kept her silence, but the desire in her eyes made her a pitiful sight.

She was Su Muran’s cousin, a first cousin. Su Muran’s mother, Zhu Xianglan, was her aunt. Zhu Xianglan was the golden phoenix that flew out from the Zhu Family, and most of what the Zhu Family possessed could be accredited to her.

The woman before Su Muran had doubtlessly benefitted much from her aunt; she was granted good clothes and food, as well as education. However, she couldn’t hold a candle to Su Muran, the scion of the Su Family.

She couldn’t even get a new phone without b.u.t.tering Su Muran up.

Su Muran shut off her phone, took out the SIM card, and tossed it aside.

“It’s yours now. I am tired of this old model anyway,” she said.

She regarded Zhu Meina with an icy look as she carefully picked up her phone, as though it was some sort of treasure. Su Muran’s red lips went up in derision at the sight of her greedy face.

What an embarra.s.sment. Some people, like this big-b.o.o.bed birdbrain, just aren’t destined for greatness.

Soon, it was Old Liu’s eightieth birthday party. He was the prominent figure in the scene in Sea City, so every person with some weight to their name attended the dinner. Without question, the Su Family was invited. Now that Su Muran was a celebrity, her attendance would no doubt bring honor to the family.

“Can you bring me along, please?” pleaded Zhu Meina. She had been pestering Zhu Xianglan for a while now. Zhu Xianglan was in her forties, but she still retained her beauty. Small wonder since Su Muran wasn’t ugly. How could an ugly mother give birth to a pretty daughter? Plus, she had a high standing in the Su Family, and her affluence provided her with endless means of skincare. She looked way younger than her age, as though she was in her thirties.

The Su Family had few offsprings, and Su Muran’s father was an only child. Su Qingdong only had one daughter too, so Su Muran was pampered since young.

Anything she asked, she received.

Zhu Xianglan was afraid that her daughter would be too lonely, being an only child in such a s.p.a.cious house. Thus, she took in her niece from a young age to be a companion for her daughter. However, it didn’t seem like they mingled too well. Still, she was her real niece, so she took good care of her too.

“Pretty please, Auntie?” begged Zhu Meina, tugging at Zhu Xianglan’s elbow every once in a while, sparing no tricks and wiles. She was aware of the precarious position she had in the Su Family, so she desperately wanted to attend upper-cla.s.s gatherings like this one. Who knows, maybe she’ll run into some rich scion and attach herself to him. If that happens, she wouldn’t have to worry about a rough life even without the Su Family. In fact, if she fished up someone with a higher social standing than Su Muran, with her wiles, looks, and figure… who knows who’ll be bossing who around in the future.

Cousin, heh…What a great cousin I have. Su Muran had looked down on her since young. She also knew that she only smiled in view, and cursed her behind her back. Zhu Meina must have thought that the curses had gone unheard, but how wrong she was.

Zhu Xianglan felt a little dizzy under Zhu Meina’s constant shaking.

“Okay, okay. Stop shaking me,” she wrenched Zhu Meina’s hand off. “Fine, I’ll allow you to come with us tomorrow.”

“Thank you Auntie,” said Zhu Meina, rising. She went off like a hurricane to prepare her attire, her hair, and her nails.

On the following day, Su Muran had put on a white knee-length gown, her hair in a loose ponytail with an exquisite j.a.panese camellia pinned to it. It was an elegant and pure attire that was in line with her style on the screens—the princess of the acting scene, a rich scion with good looks and figure. As for her acting skills… It’s nothing to write home about.

Zhu Meina was dressed like a ball of flames, clad in a tight red dress that suffocated her racks.

Her clothes accentuated her sightly shape, her short dress well above her knees.

Who was she trying to seduce with clothes like this?

Zhu Xianglan wasn’t very happy about it. She had a mind to ask her to change out of it since it didn’t seem befitting for a proper lady, but she held her tongue in the end.

She was her niece, not her daughter. She wasn’t in any place to tell her what to wear.

Su Muran’s red lips curved upwards as she gazed at Zhu Meina’s clothes that were a step away from tearing. The thread might have already gone loose.

Old Liu’s birthday was held at the most luxurious five-star hotel in Sea City. Many have arrived before them, and the garage was filled with sports cars, the sort you normally see on TV. Zhu Meina’s eyes sparkled at the sight.

Her gaze stopped a black Hummer.

She knew a thing or two about cars; even though there were cars more expensive than this Hummer, she knew that none of them had a better taste than the owner of the Hummer.

That’s because the car had clearly been modded to be more durable and protected than an army vehicle.

What she wanted to know now was the ident.i.ty and background of the car’s owner.

Only a rich or prestigious person could drive a car like this, and it had to be a young man. Only a young man, an adventurous soul with a low profile, would appreciate this model.