Yang Fan stayed in Murong Yan's office and didn't go anywhere else; he still had to rely on this woman to find his senior sister.
After about ten minutes, Murong Yan walked in: "Got a phone?"
Yang Fan took out his Nokia cell phone that could only make calls and said, "Yes." This was a gift from his master on his birthday.
Murong Yan chuckled: "What era are you living in to still be using such a phone? Here, take this." She handed him a large-screen smartphone. "From now on, be available 24/7. My number is already saved in it."
Yang Fan took the smartphone and examined it carefully; he had seen such phones on TV before. He liked cutting-edge technology too, but back when he had never left Kongming Mountain, he couldn't possibly own such high-end gadgets. Although he wasn't thrilled about being on-call 24/7 for Murong Yan, he couldn't resist the allure of the smartphone and quickly took it, his fingers sliding across the screen.
Seeing Yang Fan's reaction as though he had never seen such a phone before, she couldn't help but want to laugh. Could this guy really have been living in the mountains all this time?
"Now there's a task for you, listen up. Go home immediately and give your medicine to the girl who gave you two hundred bucks last time. That's my cousin, got it?"
Yang Fan nodded repeatedly: "Got it."
Taking a taxi back to the Murong Family villa, Yuan Shanshan, who received a call from her cousin, paced back and forth in the living room. She finally waited for the beggar-like man she had seen in the park that day: "The medicine?"
Yuan Shanshan went straight to the point.
Yang Fan took out two bottles of medicine from his pocket and handed them to Yuan Shanshan. He had a good impression of this woman, far better than her cousin by more than a thousandfold.
"Is this enough with just two bottles?" Yuan Shanshan blinked and asked.
"Yes, two bottles down, no matter if it's a person or a dog, it'll definitely cure the ailment."
With the reaction of the dog from last time, Yuan Shanshan naturally believed his words without a doubt and took the medicine upstairs.
A while later, she bounced down: "Follow me."
"Where to?" he asked.
"My cousin said she wants her servant to be dressed up nice and pretty."
The word "servant" made Yang Fan uncomfortable, but when he got to the mall and saw Yuan Shanshan picking out one piece of clothing after another for him to try on, he felt relieved.
No matter how old, a woman entering a shopping mall is like a Flood Dragon diving into the sea; even though it wasn't for herself, Yuan Shanshan was putting all her effort into selecting various clothes for Yang Fan to try on.
After choosing about ten sets, when it was time to pay, Yang Fan said with a troubled face: "How much? I don't have any money." He had been worried the whole trip that he would have to pay up, which would have been a disaster.
Yuan Shanshan snickered, "Seriously, didn't my cousin say? She's buying you clothes; you don't have to pay."
Entering the mall, Yang Fan became like a clothes rack, seeing so many clothes for the first time in his life. Shanshan's taste in clothes, I must say, is impeccable—mostly stylish and youthful. Yang Fan tried on dozens of outfits and with a grand gesture, Shanshan bought more than twenty sets in one go, not to mention over a dozen pairs of shoes.
He tossed his old clothes into the trash bin and changed into his newly purchased outfits and shoes.
Looking him over from side to side, Yuan Shanshan seemed to feel something was lacking and then had an epiphany, "Your hair, it's too outdated, it needs a change."
And so, Yang Fan was dragged into a hair salon, where a flamboyant guy kept calling Shanshan endearingly. Yang Fan couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over.
Fortunately, the guy didn't do anything over the top while he was styling his hair. Though not particularly likable in appearance, his hairdressing skills were impressive nonetheless.
When Yang Fan walked out of the hair salon, he looked like a completely different person, totally transformed, with no hint left of the country boy who had just come to the city.
Very satisfied with Yang Fan, her project that she spent considerable time on, Yuan Shanshan said: "Well, would you look at that, you're not bad-looking. Now you look like a dashing young heir of a wealthy family. In light of you saving my dog, let's go, I'll treat you to a meal."
With free food and clothes on offer, Yang Fan wasn't one to refuse. He glanced at his shiny self in the glass window and felt a lot better. "Damn, I can be pretty handsome too."
Having left the mall, Yuan Shanshan was quite pleased with herself for having turned a country bumpkin into a handsome and sunny hottie in just a few hours. No joke, the guy had the makings of good looks, not bad at all. With these clothes, he stood out so much more than those delicate boys or creamy pretty boys at school, who lacked any real manliness—let alone those posers with their contrived looks.
It was almost noon, and Yuan Shanshan was planning to take Yang Fan out for lunch, but who would have thought they'd run into a bunch of noxious people right as they left the mall.
"Hey, where did you find this new fling? Looking all slick, huh? Miss Yuan, preparing to start your harem mode and found yourself a new boy toy?" A group of five or six guys and girls blocked their path, and they all seemed to know Yuan Shanshan.
Wu Wenhao was just unbearable, buzzing around like a fly at school, and now here he was, even during the holiday shopping.
Yuan Shanshan glanced at Wu Wenhao with displeasure, "What's wrong with you, always following me around? It's annoying. Go away and stay somewhere cool."
Yuan Shanshan was in her senior year of high school, a post-2000s generation, way beyond her years in maturity. Wu Wenhao had been doggedly pursuing Yuan Shanshan, the high school's belle, since his junior year, but she had zero interest in this rich second-generation brat who relied on his daddy's wealth. Her cousin was her idol; she wouldn't be any man's appendage in the future - she intended to take charge of her own life, with men at best being just an accessory.
"Come on, Shanshan, don't be so heartless. It's been over a year, you know how I've been towards you. You can't even give me a straight look after all this time; am I, Wu Wenhao, really that bad? Going shopping and not inviting me but bringing along this nobody..." Wu Wenhao then turned to Yang Fan, "Kid, who are you anyway? Don't you know Shanshan is my girl?"
Yuan Shanshan stood in front of Yang Fan right away. These people had no other skills than to bully with their background. Yang Fan, being new in town and with his slight build, couldn't withstand a fierce beating from Wu Wenhao and his posse. Her mission today wasn't just shopping—it was also to make sure Yang Fan got home safely. "Go away, who he is isn't your concern. Let's go, Yang Fan." She grabbed Yang Fan and they turned to leave.
The Murong family was a well-known prestigious clan in Xinghai City, especially since her cousin, Murong Yan, not only held sway in both political and business circles but was also worshiped as a Goddess by countless men. Wu Wenhao, no matter how brash and domineering, wouldn't dare do anything to her, and Yuan Shanshan was very clear about that.
Wu Wenhao let out a snide laugh and followed after them, blocking their path once more.