Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 144 - 144 144 The White Lotus Loses Face (2)_1

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 The White Lotus Loses Face (2)_1 Chapter 144: Chapter 144 The White Lotus Loses Face (2)_1 The young lady who suddenly burst forth was none other than Lin Siyu.

She was clad in a pastel-pink, short jacket embroidered with wax plums, paired with a long, emerald skirt dotted with small flowers.

It’s no wonder people said she was as beautiful as flowers and jade.

However, it was already Mid-Autumn, yet she still wore such thin summer clothing, leaving one to wonder if her shivering was due to fear from the horse carriage or the cold she had brought upon herself.

Xia Zheng curled his lip and murmured, “Is she wearing all the flowers on her?

Truly unsightly.”

Liuzi couldn’t help but burst out in laughter, covering his mouth to giggle secretly.

Their Young Master was even more venomous with his words than the Boss, and there she was, a young lady whose eyes almost couldn’t leave him, and still he mocked her like this, wasn’t it just deliberately hurting the girl’s feelings?

Lin Siyu too had heard his comment.

She bit her lip tightly to suppress the anger in her heart, pretending as if she hadn’t heard.

Ever since she had laid eyes on the charming Xia Zheng at Little Disaster Star’s House, her heart had grown restless, dreaming every night of the handsome and wealthy Young Master of Fuman Building.

Having finally caught sight of him at the crossroads today, of course she wouldn’t pass up such a golden opportunity.

But what she hadn’t expected was that despite being dolled up, she was still overlooked and even humiliated by him.

However, the high-and-mighty Lin Siyu didn’t realize it was her lack of appeal, instead believing it was due to Xia Zheng’s poor eyesight for not recognizing her beauty; if he had seen her flower-like loveliness, he surely would have fallen at her pomegranate skirt.

With that thought, Lin Siyu took a step forward, approaching a little closer, even lifting her delicately made-up face.

Her large eyes brimmed with water, looking very much in need of pity.

But before she could deploy her seductive charm, a horsewhip was abruptly thrust before her eyes, abruptly halting her advance.

“Enough, enough.

Stand back, I’m allergic to rouge!

Especially that cheap kind,” Xia Zheng, with one hand wielding the horsewhip and the other covering his mouth and nose, scrunched up his face in distaste.

This girl he did not recognize, but Liuzi did, having informed him before she approached that this “flower” lady was among the crowd that day, harassing Lin Yuan.

Hmm, the enemy of that brat is his enemy!

There was a split second when Lin Siyu’s face stiffened.

She hadn’t expected the Young Master to be so unapproachable, but having already set her mind on ensnaring this wealthy man, she naturally wouldn’t give up so easily.

“Are you the Young Master of Fuman Building?” Lin Siyu bowed to Xia Zheng, her large watery eyes giving him a meaningful glance, and her face displayed a woeful expression, “I was reckless just now, which scared your horses.

I apologize for my behavior, and I hope you can forgive me.”

Xia Zheng was too lazy to exchange pleasantries with her, let alone with this faint-hearted delicate persona, like the flowers her mother raised in the greenhouse, he couldn’t even bear to look, fearing an accidental crush.

Yet, since she was Little Disaster Star’s enemy, he didn’t mind putting her in her place.

“Forget it, forget it.

I am magnanimous and won’t nitpick with a mere village girl like you.

Just keep your distance and don’t pollute my air,” Xia Zheng lazily fanned the air before him as if he had detected some unclean presence.

Liuzi’s eyes widened in delight at the unfolding drama.

Lin Siyu’s fingers were tightly intertwined, her knuckles turning white from tension.

In her mind, the Young Master was supposed to console her tenderly, then she’d pretend to faint from shock, and the hero would then rescue her by taking her into his carriage and finding a doctor to look after her thoroughly.

Of course, there would be no need to wait for the doctor; she believed that with her charms, the wealthy and handsome Young Master would already be at her feet, obeying her every command.

But somehow, things weren’t going as she had anticipated.

“Well, um,” Lin Siyu scrambled to think, suddenly remembering something, and quickly dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief, her voice quivering, “Thank you for not blaming me.

Oh, it’s all my fault, being so preoccupied with my grandfather’s illness that I became absent-minded and didn’t notice your carriage.

Ah, right, I heard that the other day it was your father who saved my grandfather’s life.

I haven’t had the chance to…”

“What about my father?” Xia Zheng rolled his eyes grandly at her, “As handsome and stylish as I am, would I be that stinky old man’s son?

What kind of eyesight is that, blind?”

“Ah?” Lin Siyu’s mouth fell open in shock.

Seeing Lin Siyu acting so dull, Xia Zheng couldn’t muster the interest to belittle her further.

Such a weak woman might as well serve as Little Disaster Star’s practice target.

“Listen, sister, please move aside.

This road is only so wide, and you’re taking up most of it,” Lin Siyu stepped back, bewildered, and had just steadied herself when she realized Xia Zheng was implying she was fat!

How infuriating!

Before she could speak again, Xia Zheng had already slipped back into the carriage, but his voice still drifted from behind the curtains, “I truly pity your grandfather, barely surviving a stroke, and here his granddaughter is rushing to celebrate by decking herself out in bright colors.

Tsk, such an unfilial descendant.”

Liuzi chuckled mischievously, flicked the horsewhip onto the horse’s behind, and with a vigorous neigh, the horse bolted away.

The horse seemed to vent its earlier fright as all the dust kicked up by its hooves flew into Lin Siyu’s face, finding its way into her mouth and nose despite covering herself with a handkerchief.

The rouge on her face was smeared with dirt, and even her eyelashes bore a coat of dust.

“Despicable!

Cough, despicable man!” Lin Siyu stomped her foot in anger as she wiped her dirtied face, so what if it was just Fuman Building, she wasn’t interested anyway!

Just you wait, once she entered Master Magistrate’s door, the first thing she would do was make sure Fuman Building closed down for good!

Humph!

After cursing Xia Zheng bitterly, Lin Siyu turned to head home, only to see Mother and Daughter Lanhua standing at the corner, having apparently enjoyed the spectacle all the while.

“What are you looking at, country bumpkins!” Lin Siyu had never been well-liked in the village, and now with her anger misdirected at unrelated people, she was even less popular.