“Huh? Neither of the two? What exactly do you mean by that…?
Wasn’t what I just said clear enough? Or are you saying Meng Wange never intended to properly answer my question in the first place?
Well, that makes sense. After all, she holds about 70% dislike toward me. If I were sitting with someone I detested that much, I’d probably ignore them just like Meng Wange does.
But still, Meng Wange remains my loyal servant in terms of stance. So even if it’s just on the surface, she must pretend to be obedient and respond with at least a word or two to me…
For some reason, realizing this made Su Wanli’s heart suddenly feel much heavier.
The System said it was only natural and reasonable for the heroine to be hostile toward a villainess like herself. The System had been instructing her these past three days to bully Meng Wange in nasty ways, but…
But at the very least, she had been trying to avoid the worst and cruelest methods, right? Being the villainess herself, she considered this outcome relatively good for Meng Wange! She should be grateful, silly heroine!
“…Bao Ge, Miss Su, I’m not trying to count your questions. I’m just thinking about how best to answer them.”
Apparently sensing Su Wanli’s frustration and dissatisfaction, Meng Wange smiled faintly, shook her head, and shrugged her shoulders~
“Of course, I do have my own taste preferences, but when I lived at the orphanage, I rarely got to eat anything decent.”
“Although my living conditions have greatly improved since receiving the Su Family’s sponsorship, I have still been rather pragmatic when it comes to food—cheap, nearby, and nutritious. Most of the time, I only consider those points.”
“So, don’t talk about likes or dislikes. For me, being able to eat a meal cooked by a professional chef every morning is already a kind of luxury.”
“…Is that so? I see…”
After hearing Meng Wange’s answer, Su Wanli pursed her lips and silently shifted her gaze away from her face.
Then she gave herself two mental slaps.
No, I just wanted to ask about Meng Wange’s eating habits and tastes. Why did she end up telling me that sad little story from her past?
It’s all because of this villainess character’s bad habit—just directly ask Meng Wange “what do you like to eat normally?” Why make things complicated by probing her opinions about breakfast?
Well, now I’m even more at a loss for words.
…No, I can’t give up so easily. As a villainess, I don’t have many chances to improve my image. The System has only just loosened its grip a little. My villainess value is already above 90. For the sake of my future, I have to do something!
“So, what you mean is, you have no complaints about Zhang Ma’s breakfast, right?”
Su Xiaoli took a deep breath and then stood up, smirking… no, smiling slightly as she circled behind Meng Wange and placed her fingertips on her shoulder.
“Then, what about the banquet after the initiation ceremony? You can’t possibly have liked every dish there, can you?”
“The initiation banquet…”
Meng Wange was momentarily stunned, then showed a pensive expression—
“To be honest, I probably liked the buttered sirloin steak the most, and also the seafood soup?”
…Heh, those two dishes just happened to be the closest ones to her and me at the table, right? Well played, Meng Wange. You have to fool yourself even on this kind of thing. Not a single honest word comes out of your mouth…
Su Wanli sighed silently inside, gave Meng Wange a cold glare, then pulled her hand away and sat back down in her own seat.
Forget it. Since Meng Wange really doesn’t want to talk to me, so be it. Anyway, as long as I want to, there will be plenty of ways to figure out her tastes later.
Then I’ll just cater to Meng Wange’s preferences—sending her favorite snacks when I can. When the plot nears its end and the heroine has already fulfilled her good deeds and wants to atone for her sins, I’ll be pushing a little stall cart selling street food on the main street.
…At that time, seeing me looking so miserable, along with those familiar snacks, surely Meng Wange’s heart will soften a little, and she won’t keep piling on the suffering…
[Host, this is only the fourth day. That’s something far into the future.]
Heh heh, don’t know what preparing ahead means. Who knows when exactly the System means by “maintaining the villainess persona until the story ends”? What if it means after Meng Wange becomes fabulously wealthy and lives a happy life, while Su Wanli ends up poor, wandering the streets, and imprisoned for ten years out of hatred?
Compared to being imprisoned for ten years with hatred, pushing a little stall cart selling roujiamo on the streets for ten years sounds a little easier to accept.
But relying on just a little stall cart might not be enough to move her. I should add some classic villainess lines, so that Meng Wange instantly recalls how much I cared for her in the past.
Just as Su Wanli was trying to plan what to say when she met Meng Wange again, a crisp knocking suddenly came from the entrance of the Yan Hui Ting.
“Miss Su, Miss Meng, it’s almost time for school. The Driver is already waiting outside.”
“All right, Zhang Ma.”
Meng Wange lifted her eyes and smiled at Zhang Ma by the door, then glanced at Su Xiaoli.
“Miss Su, if you’ve finished eating, shall we head out together? If you have anything else to say, we can talk on the way.”
Tch, is this the end of any chance to talk about food? Then next—
“Ah, I don’t have much to say to you, but the weather outside looks quite nice. I really like this feeling when not a single cloud can be seen in the sky. By the way, do you have any favorite…”
Zhang Ma silently pushed open the Su Residence’s front door, watching the two young ladies leave through the main entrance, board the pink Maybach together, and then drive off.
Phew, Su Wanli inexplicably cursed her cooking skills, but she was actually in a pretty good mood today. Not only did she manage to chat with Meng Wange casually for a bit, but in the end, there was no “I don’t want to sit in the same car as her” drama. Everything went smoothly on the way to school.
However…
Zhang Ma stood at the entrance of the Su Residence, glancing toward the garage.
…Where’s my big electric scooter?
Probably forgotten somewhere in some corner by Su Wanli, or maybe dismantled into a pile of scraps…
Recalling the ups and downs she’d experienced with that electric scooter over the past few years, Zhang Ma pressed her forehead and sighed quietly.
Well, when Su Zong comes home next time, I’ll report it to him for reimbursement.
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