Chapter 28: Isn't That the Hairstyle of a Married Woman?

"I came to visit and bring a small gift, it's just a token of respect." Wang Wanrou placed the gift box on the coffee table, seemingly containing a set of precious tea ware.

Xing Yuanzhi swiftly accepted it as if even glancing at it would seem snobbish, then replied with a smile according to the etiquette of the aristocratic families:

"No, it's not. Your presence brings joy and fragrance." This expression is commonly used among those of noble lineage. If from a humble or commoner background, one might address the offspring of aristocrats as "noble person."

The rotten feudal class is extremely strict in its useless cultural customs like titles, almost devoid of human emotions.

Even among aristocratic families, the more distant the relationship or the greater the class difference, the more etiquette is required in their interactions.

The highest-level supernaturals in the Cheng and Xing families is only at the fifth rank, which is quite different from the third rank of the Five Great Families.

However, due to Wang Xinzhi's relationship, Wang Wanrou and Xing Yuanzhi are considered acquainted, so they exchange pleasantries quickly and start chatting amiably.

"Sister Yuanzhi, your house is really clean." Wang Wanrou looked around and said with a smile, "Although there are servants cleaning our house regularly, it's far from being as neat as yours."

"Is it?" Xing Yuanzhi modestly replied, "Actually, it's cleaned by household robots."

The Wang family in Taiyuan has a strange household rule of prohibiting the use of electronic devices within their territory.

For example, Wang Wanrou's phone has to be handed over and stored in a lead box shielded with static electricity upon returning to the family's territory, and it can only be retrieved for use when leaving the next time.

In fact, many aristocratic families have similar rules against high technology. It probably dates back to the implantation experiment of supercomputing chips.

At that time, some scholars believed that supercomputing chips implanted in the body could replace manual calculations in brain development.

However, after implantation, it was discovered that the blood strength of the experimenters experienced significant decline.

The discourse of "technology harming bloodlines" became prevalent, leading many families to rid themselves of computers.

Although it was later found that as long as there were no reckless implants or replacements, blood strength would hardly be negatively affected, many strange rules remained.

Xing Yuanzhi knew it was impossible for the Wang family in Taiyuan to hire domestic robots, so she mentioned it, and Wang Wanrou promptly changed the subject: "Household robot? I thought it was senior Jinyang who did the cleaning."

"Him?" Xing Yuanzhi's face showed a strange expression. "If we rely on him to clean, we might as well hire a nimble maid, she'd do a better job than him."

"Hehe." Wang Wanrou chuckled, covering her mouth. "Sister Yuanzhi, the way you just criticized him, it feels like you're an old married couple."

Cheng Jinyang and Xing Yuanzhi glanced at each other, both awkwardly turning their heads away.

"By the way, have you heard about the attack on Zhongshan South Road this afternoon?" Xing Yuanzhi changed the subject and asked.

"Of course, I was at the scene at that time," Wang Wanrou revealed a somewhat frightened expression.

"Right, I remember we're from the same school," Cheng Jinyang finally found an opportunity to interject, saying, "It was really terrifying at that time, it seemed like half the street was blown up."

This is a lie. After so many years of nightmare training, Cheng Jinyang's first reaction to encountering an incident was not to see what happened, but to quickly find a place to hide.

So he just took a distant glance and saw that it seemed like a shop had been bombed... that's all. Only a fool would approach to observe the scene.

"Yeah," Wang Wanrou also chuckled lightly, saying, "Fortunately, no one was injured."

"No one was injured? That's fortunate," Xing Yuanzhi said.

"Yeah, there was a cake shop at the explosion site, but the boss lady had timely hidden in the kitchen when the gunshots rang out earlier," Wang Wanrou also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and patted her chest, answering, "It's probably unemployed refugees venting their grievances. There have been more and more incidents like this recently."

Her action of patting her chest immediately attracted Cheng Jinyang's attention again—of course, mainly because this young lady's hairstyle was quite distinctive. With a single ponytail wrapped around her neck and falling in front of her chest, it gave off a gentle and graceful ladylike feeling, but Wang Wanrou herself was an invincible beauty at the age of sixteen, so pairing such a mature hairstyle seemed a bit discordant.

Xing Yuanzhi coughed angrily, drawing Cheng Jinyang's gaze back. Fortunately, Wang Wanrou didn't explode, just said softly, "By the way, I almost forgot the main point. Senior Jinyang, I played a little prank last time, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay," Cheng Jinyang pretended to be magnanimous, "I didn't know about your special ability bloodline, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed so easily."

Wang Wanrou covered her mouth and chuckled, with an elegant demeanor.

To be fair, Wang Wanrou's looks are indeed slightly better than Ah Zhi's. Ah Zhi's appearance falls into the category of being particularly pure, with a charm that emanates from her demeanor, akin to a beauty stepping out of a classical painting, evoking a sense of "admire from afar, not to be profaned."

But for those who don't fancy the innocent type, they might not feel much about her. As for Miss Wang, regardless of one's preferences, it's hard to find any flaws in her appearance.

The Wang family of Taiyuan is truly renowned, one can only wonder how many generations of optimizing their genes with beautiful men and women could result in such perfect looks.

Of course, most aristocratic offspring are not lacking in looks. Personally, I still prefer Ah Zhi. Mainly because Miss Wang's demeanor... is just too perfect to the point of feeling unreal.

Her graceful behavior, charming tone, and impeccable smile always on her face, seem like a meticulously crafted script by the most brilliant playwright, every gesture and smile deliberately designed.

While it's enjoyable to admire, if one were to spend a long time with such a person, it would make Cheng Jinyang feel uncomfortable.

After exchanging a few words with Xing Yuanzhi, Wang Wanrou took her leave. The two of them saw her off together, waving goodbye.

As Wang Wanrou looked at them standing side by side, waving towards her, the warmth of the scene intensified, giving off a strong sense of a married couple.

Hmm, even though he's just an ordinary, somewhat lecherous young boy, how could Xing family's Qingfeng accept him as her future husband? It seems the key... isn't in what can be easily seen.

Suddenly, she had a strange intuition that the school physical examination next Monday might expose some clues about this guy. Maybe she could set up a trap.

When they returned home, Xing Yuanzhi immediately grabbed Cheng Jinyang and scolded him, saying, "How can you keep staring at people's chests, it's so rude!"

Cheng Jinyang then realized and hurriedly explained to his fiancée that he wasn't looking at her chest, but at her hairstyle.

"What does a ponytail have to do with married women?" Xing Yuanzhi wondered strangely, "When it comes to women's hairstyles, shouldn't you think of a bun first?"

In this world, unmarried girls mostly have simple and casual hairstyles, while married women tend to tie their hair into simple or elaborate buns to distinguish themselves.

The corresponding hairpins are also for mature women's use. Xing Yuanzhi was right in saying so, but Cheng Jinyang knew it was a cultural generation gap, so he didn't say much.

"Anyway, next time you face her, please keep your gaze level and don't lower it!"

Xing Yuanzhi reminded him of some etiquette details, when suddenly they heard a knock on the door from outside.

"Who is it?" Cheng Jinyang quickly asked.

"It's me, Cheng Xinnan," came the familiar voice of his cousin from outside.