Chapter 1182 - 1179: The Big Player 6

His voice was surprisingly gentle: "Yes, Chuchu, your Sister Xixi is a very interesting person. She is knowledgeable and well-traveled; you’ll enjoy playing with her. On the other hand, I’m rather boring, always busy with work..."

Brother Donglin, Sister Xixi!

Zhang Chuchu suddenly wanted to curse: Damn those brother and sister—

But her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to do so. She was just very dejected, always thinking that age was a huge advantage. However, somehow, at this moment, she suddenly felt pitiful and downcast, like a powerless little rabbit.

Children, have a different world from adults.

Their world is one and the same.

She resented Yan Xixi.

How could this woman be like this?

Clearly, she was the guest, but naturally, she exuded an air of grandeur, sitting there poised and calm. Every gesture and move, as if she was some significant person.

Before this, she had never seen any woman with such a presence—even some big stars definitely didn’t have this.

The most hateful was Wan Donglin.

He beamed with delight, uncharacteristically cheerful: "Chuchu, my wife and I specially brought a little gift for you..."

Previously, Liu Daqing had already distributed gifts to everyone at the Zhang Family. After all, it was Yan Xixi’s first visit, so she deliberately brought some generous and tasteful gifts.

Zhang Chuchu muttered, "What gift?"

Yan Xixi said softly, "Look, do you like it?"

It was her favorite opera artist’s autograph and a small gift. Not only that, there was also a new collection of her favorite ballet attire, and several of her usually preferred top-tier world-class dolls in the latest styles—all in the kawaii girl fashion.

Wan Donglin was really thoughtful when preparing this gift.

So Yan Xixi was particularly shocked when she saw these gifts—she once thought Zhang Chuchu was only sixteen years old!

"Chuchu, I hope you will like these gifts..."

"There are also a few other gifts we’ve reserved, and they’ll be available in the newest models next month..."

She usually yearned for these, but today she was unenthusiastic, because she didn’t like hearing Brother Donglin say "my wife and I," nor did she like Yan Xixi’s voice—

A beauty, with a voice that sounds so pleasant.

A slight huskiness, a mild tenderness, as if she herself were some elegant Empress.

Beauty isn’t terrifying; what’s terrifying is beautiful and dignified—she’d rather Yan Xixi seemed like a fox spirit, with a pointed face, the kind that ruins countries, hunted down by everyone, ultimately meeting a bad end—but

She was not.

She was graceful, carefree, harmless—as Zhang Chuchu didn’t yet understand, it wasn’t a matter of beauty—it was a demeanor possessed by someone of immense knowledge.

Otherwise, no matter how beautiful you are, you can’t achieve this level.

Conversely, many beauties often fall short due to frivolity or flaunting.

"A belly full of literature radiates elegance," that’s what this means.

So she was deeply envious, inexplicably unsure why she envied so intensely—a proud little princess, the unique little queen of the castle—but today, she felt overshadowed.

She faintly said, "Thank you."

From the first glance, she didn’t like Yan Xixi.

But when she sat down, she was just listless.