She felt very uncomfortable not washing her hair.
So, with her hair still wet, Chiang Xiao would occasionally catch a glimpse of someone's eyes flashing with mirth as she sat in the yard to air-dry.
As for the engagement celebration, whether it would happen or not, everything was ready. Three tables had been set up, meat, wine, and cigarettes had been bought, and Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao had gone separately to invite the Patriarchal Great Uncle and Secretary Yao. Chiang Xiao's objections were ignored by everyone.
Feeling utterly powerless, she sat under a tree, idly teasing ants with a small twig while reflecting on herself.
Had her previous lack of opposition to playacting and her wanting this fake fiancé led them all to misunderstand?
But she wanted the fake, not the real deal.
Why did no one listen to her?
What happened to her being in charge?
Whose household was this, really, and why did Tyrant Meng's words hold more sway than hers?
