A Young Woman's Heart

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Chapter 161 The Sponsor

The howling north wind and the bright sun overhead seemed out of place.

This is why people feel warm in the sun, but feel as if they've been stuffed into a refrigerator after leaving the sun.

Thursday, an ordinary day.

Zuo Ziya, who only teaches piano lessons on weekends, is quite free.

My father made a fortune in business, and the family's assets tripled, making them one of the top ten families in Hangzhou.

After teaching one batch of students, Zuo Ziya did not take on any new students. She planned to cooperate with her father's business strategy and give piano lessons specifically to the very rich and the very poor.

We will then separate children from children from wealthy families and children from poor families. The former will receive elite instruction with one-to-several students, while the latter will receive small group instruction with one to ten or twenty students. Of course, the latter will be free of charge.

Being caught in such a family vortex, there is no way to escape.

Zuo Ziya, who did not want to join the company to assist her father in doing business, could only do her part in this way, which could be considered as supporting her father's good reputation.

Wealthy people... always like to do more charity work, that's pretty much the reason.

However, it's not necessarily purely for profit. For example, Zuo Ziya's feelings were at least half genuine.

“Young Miss.” Her personal driver and accompanying secretary, Nianlu, was standing at the door of the study. Although the door was open, she still knocked gently.

"Okay, come in." Zuo Ziya smoothed her purple hair, which had grown a little recently and turned black at the roots. She was considering whether to dye it all purple again later.

However, dyeing your hair too often is bad for it, so perhaps this mix of black and purple is not bad.

"This is a personal data sheet I got from Yukong High School. The height, weight and other data were measured this semester, so it's quite accurate."

"Okay." Zuo Ziya opened the folder and began to read it.

The names of Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou were clearly written on the form.

Their family backgrounds were described in great detail.

"The two sisters who depended on each other for survival."

“Yes.” Nianlu nodded. “Every time I see them, I feel heartbroken. It’s so hard for them to grow up so well.”

"The older sister is 1.63 meters tall, and the younger sister is 1.63 meters tall, but the older sister is thinner than the younger sister."

"Because I have to take care of my younger sister."

“Okay.” Zuo Ziya noted down their height, weight, and body measurements, then glanced at their recent monthly exam scores, closed the folder, and stood up. “Let’s go, let’s go to Yintai.”

"What kind of clothes does the young lady plan to pick out for them?"

"I think they probably don't have any dresses that fit well. I'm going to look for clothes that are suitable for both formal occasions and more important occasions."

"Then we can't choose a regular evening gown."

"Or one person can buy two sets."

"Isn't this more convenient?"

"Hmm...it's winter now, let's buy another set of winter clothes." Zuo Ziya combed her hair in front of the mirror before going out with Nianlu.

She changed her personal car again, this time to a mini Volkswagen Beetle. Although it has a back seat, there's practically no legroom. If someone wants to sit in the back, the front seat has to be moved forward a bit, making it feel cramped.

However, if it's just two people, it's quite comfortable to sit in, and because it's small enough, it's very convenient to navigate city streets or park.

Most of the time, the rear seats are just a trunk, used for storing things.

For ordinary people, Yintai Department Store is already a very luxurious shopping destination, at least in this era.

But for Zuo Ziya, it was just an ordinary shopping place, no different from supermarkets like Century Lianhua.

She had her reasons for coming here.

There's no need to buy overly expensive luxury goods. Firstly, they're easily damaged, and secondly, the maintenance costs are high.

Cheap ones are definitely not worth choosing, because the quality is not good enough.

The clothes at Yintai are just right. The quality is good enough, and the maintenance cost is not high. Most ordinary clothes can be hand-washed. Even if they are worn out, the two sisters will not feel too bad. Of course, this is just their own opinion. In reality, even if the two sisters wear out a pair of shoes that cost 20 yuan, they will try to repair them and wear them for a few more months.

Shopping can be a pleasurable experience, especially when you don't have to worry about whether you can afford it.

Nianlu's figure is similar to that of her two sisters, so she is acting as a fitting model, selecting clothes suitable for high school girls.

You should know that when Zuo Ziya bought clothes for them, she bought them complete sets.

This included underwear, matching shirts, sweaters, and even shoes, all purchased according to the shoe size on the data sheet.

This was the first time she had personally sponsored someone else, so she took it very seriously.

By the time we finished choosing, it was already afternoon.

The two of them hadn't even had lunch, and only felt a little hungry when they left the mall.

"Young Miss, shall we go out for dinner?"

"Let's go to the market and buy some groceries. You know the two sisters' address, right?"

"knew."

"Okay, we'll take them there and let them make it," Zuo Ziya chuckled. "The band should get home around six o'clock after practice, so we can buy some snacks to fill our stomachs."

"it is good."

As the sun slowly set, the evening glow on the horizon dyed the soft clouds as if they were on fire. Around six o'clock, the car drove along the gravel road, and after a bumpy ride, it finally stopped in front of the container house villas that had already turned on their lights.

They seemed to have just arrived home—the younger sister was still taking off her shoes at the door, her schoolbag still on her back.

"Hi~!" Zuo Ziya greeted him gracefully, her long purple hair appearing somewhat dark in the night.

"Hmm? Who are you...?" Mo Zhuyou asked with some confusion and wariness, immediately calling out to Mo Xiaoxiao, who was standing in front of the refrigerator looking for ingredients, "Sister—! Someone's here!"

Who is it?

"I don't know, why don't you come out and take a look?"

Zuo Ziya walked over with a light laugh. She was about 1.7 meters tall, much taller than Mo Zhuyou.

"Um... hello." Mo Xiao smiled politely and greeted her, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm your sponsor, and I've come to visit you."

"Eh? Miss Sponsor? Wow...so young." Perhaps because she was a woman, after explaining her purpose, the wariness in Mo Zhuyou's eyes vanished without a trace. She jumped up and down excitedly and gratefully, "Thank you so much for everything!"

"You're welcome, it's just a small favor." Zuo Ziya brushed her wind-blown hair aside, turned to look at Nianlu standing behind her carrying two large bags, "You can take these two bags of clothes inside first. I also brought some groceries. Who usually cooks for you?"

“It’s me, Miss Sponsor.” Mo Xiao smiled and bowed slightly. “Thank you for your continued help.”

"Don't be so formal. I teach piano. If you don't mind, just call me Teacher Zuo. Well then, shall I try your cooking today?"

"Of course, but I don't know if it will suit my taste."

"It's okay, I'm not a picky eater." Zuo Ziya smiled, and seeing that the two sisters were embarrassed to go inside after taking the clothes, she said, "Take your things inside first."

"Uh-huh……"

Zuo Ziya bought a lot of ingredients, including some relatively expensive foods such as abalone and pomfret, as well as some fruits that were rare in this era, such as dragon fruit and durian.

"Are all our clothes inside?" Mo Zhuyou was eager to open it.

Yes, that's right.

"Can I watch it?"

"of course can."

"Youyou, let's eat first and then look into it. Come help out now." Mo Xiaoxiao gave her a helpless look.

Nianlu stepped forward and rolled up her sleeves: "It's okay, let her see it, I'll help."

"I'm so embarrassed."

"It's okay."

"Okay, what's the best way to address you?"

"Just call me Nianlu, no need for any honorifics. If you really want to use one... well, just call me Sister Nianlu."

"Sister Nianlu, let's wash the vegetables first..."

Meanwhile, Mo Xiaoxiao and Nianlu got busy, while Mo Zhuyou and Zuo Ziya sat on the bed upstairs, taking out clothes one by one.

"Both bags are the same style, so you only need to open one bag to take a look."

"Okay! Thank you, Teacher Zuo!"

"No need to keep thanking me. If you really want to thank me, then learn to play the drums well."

"Yes, definitely! I've made great progress lately!" Mo Zhuyou said with a hint of self-praise.

There were two sets of clothes in total. One was a formal dress. She and Nianlu spent a long time choosing, but in the end they chose two cheongsams in different colors.

The colors are very simple, without too many patterns, which makes it look clean and suitable for students.

One pair was pinkish-white, and the other was milky-white. In addition, there were round-toed high heels in all black. The heels were not actually very high and were quite thick—after all, if they were too pointed, they would be tiring to walk in and not very suitable for students.

The other set contains much more, with a complete set of clothing, even socks.

Moreover, unlike the cheongsam, this is exactly the same color. If twin sisters wore it together, they would look like they were copied.

The coat was a white lambskin overcoat, with a short hem that reached about hip level.

It comes with gray fleece-lined leggings and a beige striped skirt.

Underneath the coat was a white sweater, which was not only warm but also lightweight and soft, so it didn't look bulky.

I bought a cream-colored wool scarf, a cream-colored wool felt hat, and even wool gloves. Wearing this outfit, I won't be afraid of the cold, even in the snowy winter in the south.

This outfit also comes with shoes, beige round-toed leather shoes.

"Hmm, these little leather shoes are so pretty..." Mo Zhuyou gently stroked the surface of the shoes. "Hmm... the last time I bought them was when I was a child. My mom bought me red leather shoes back then..."

Zuo Ziya gently stroked her head, soothing her somewhat downcast mood.

"So, do you like it?"