Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"That's because at home." Sayuri Sawamura pressed her daughter's back, knowing that she didn't like...even hated that kind of occasion. "Your father also hated those, so he left the family. Can you understand a little bit?"

Father...hates it too?

It was the first time Eriri heard her mother talk about "that place". What was her father's family like?

"What kind?" Sayuri found a comfortable position in the limousine that was used to pick her up. She leaned against the seat with a dark look in her eyes. "Very annoying. Just like what you imagine, high and mighty, arrogant, and greedy."

And danger.

"Spencer is your last name, but your father really hates that place..."

The Spencer family?

"Well, a traditional aristocracy with a bloodline that has been passed down for many years. Currently, they still hold great power in this country and are an invisible hand that controls the wind and rain." Sayuri Sawamura's expression was a little serious. I don't know if it was because of tomorrow's banquet that she felt that there were some things that she didn't need to hide. She spoke softly in the quiet carriage.

"If not, you should be Eriri Spencer."

The Spencer family...

Eriri noticed her mother's strangeness and moved slightly, leaning into Sayuri's arms: "Mom, what are you worried about...?"

Mom is worried about you.

Sayuri gently stroked her daughter's hair, "Nothing, we'll be back after tomorrow. Well, isn't Eriri going to bring something for 'Lovely Tsukisa'?"

It was an obvious attempt to change the subject, but if Mori Tsukisa was mentioned... Eriri definitely wouldn't be able to hear it.

As expected, the girl immediately pushed her mother away with a look of disgust: "Eh... when did I ever talk like that!"

This is the name stored in your phone... Who can't see it if it's just on the table? The previous one was "Cow Girl", right?

"She is now a 'hateful woman' in my place," Eriri stroked her hair, turning the golden hair around and around in the fleeting scenery, "I don't want to buy anything for her..."

Sayuri looked at her daughter's expressionless face, then at her worried fingers and the tangled hair...

"Oh, that's how it is."

"That's it!"

"By the way, you rarely mention my wife lately."

Ying Lili turned her head and stared at her mother coldly.

"Mom, let's talk about something else."

There was nothing else to talk about. Sayuri didn't know whose genes her awkward daughter had inherited from - she could clearly see that Mori Tsukisa had an unusual affection for Eriri, and she was also aware of the girl's orientation.

But they are both big fools. In this respect, Mori Tsukisa can be compared with Eriri: they both think they are smart enough to see through everything.

"I asked my father to do something..."

Sayuri took out her phone and took a look. "Well, I've already said it. But Yuesha is really willing to spend money on such an expensive course. Although the teacher is absolutely top-notch..."

"Who are her friends? Why are they still learning these things..."

Eriri also wanted to know.

"I don't know. Did our family have it before?"

Sayuri flipped the screen and said casually, "Yes, your father's side. There are many, many... I was shocked when I first saw him." The woman turned her head and recalled, "I was traveling with my friends, and he was with a group of bodyguards with his nose in the air..."

"Huh? Father?"

"That's right. Your father was like that before." Thinking sweetly of the woman he once was, he unconsciously said a lot: "The founder of a huge world-class company, the descendant of a branch, the heir to the shares of the money empire."

"Even the maid's figure is..." Sayuri glanced at her daughter with disdain and raised an eyebrow: "...Anyway, he is a top-notch young master."

Thank you, mother, it turns out I am not even as good as a maid.

but…

"In that case, why do you want to leave the family?" It is not easy to cut ties with such a huge family. Although Eriri has no experience in this area, she can understand it by thinking about it. In an empire-style group, you have my shares, and the relationship is deep-rooted and complicated...

"So, your father is a man. A brave hero..." Instead of giving Eriri a direct reply, Sayuri just rested her chin on her hand and looked at the scenery outside the window: "You don't need to know about that place, we will be back soon..."

Ying Lili stared at her mother's profile thoughtfully.

A flash of worry flashed across his face.

Mother…Father…

What is going on?

Chapter44 I will always hate the people I hate!

Golden liquid is bubbling, and the tall, slender champagne glasses are crystal clear; the sweet smell of baked cookies, delicate little cakes, and bright fruits; the ladies are whispering, the gentlemen are upright and polite, and the waiters are attentive to the service.

However, Ying Lili had no appetite at all.

She was wearing a smaller dress that was more formal than yesterday, and sat in the corner with a fake smile and great impatience... watching her mother follow her father around socializing.

Chatting with those strange faces from foreign countries.

so annoying.

Pulling awkwardly at the discomfort at her waist, the girl glanced to the other side.

Not far away was the woman who was disliked yesterday.

Miss Laura Crawford. At this moment, she was leisurely enjoying a glass of champagne, with a plate of biscuits missing from it in front of her. As if sensing Eriri's gaze, the woman turned her head and raised her glass to the girl.

Ying Lili ignored her.

'That painting.' Laura mouthed, 'Sell it to me?'

Still ignore her.

The banquet here was obviously different from the usual ones. Just looking at those exquisite and meaningless candlesticks, the frames for the paintings, the expensive tablecloths and the patterns hidden on the corners of the table - without looking at the main body, just looking at the details, Eriri felt that these people were not much different from their ancestors who painted their faces pale hundreds of years ago.

No progress at all.

If we have to say something, it is the times that are progressing, not them.

"I guess you are 'the' Spencer?"

Just like the man I'm chatting up now.

He wore a silver brooch on his black satin collar, a light-colored shirt, a dark-patterned tie, black trousers, and black shoes. When he extended his hand to talk, the huge red jewel on his index finger shone brightly.

If he hadn't been so intent on showing it to the people around him, perhaps Eriri would have taken a closer look.

——In fact, what Mori Yuesha wears everyday is even more exaggerated, but Eriri doesn't mind it, and even thinks that those gems are just a foil for the girl. On the contrary... the man in front of her always gives people the feeling of a dog wearing a crown.

Not worthy?

"Miss?"

The man called out again, but it was drowned out by the sound of the piano.

Eriri put on a standard smile and stood up. "Hello? I'm Eriri. Sawamura Spencer Eriri."

The man's delicate features were a bit feminine, and his golden hair was shiny, which made the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes less noticeable. This man looked quite old, so how come his movements and speech were still so youthful...?

Feeling...like a cocky and ignorant doll.

"Just call yourself Spencer. Those funny prefixes are unnecessary." The man's disdain was obvious, and his arrogant tone was like the lines of an opera singer on the stage. He stamped his left foot: "Here, under our feet, you should at least remain loyal to the family. Isn't it?"

Eriri smiled and clasped her hands behind her back.

He pinched his arm.

"May I ask you are?"

"Alfred Ashford, it was a great family." The whole paragraph paused with emphasis on 'great'.

Ashford? Never heard father talk about it?

"Of course, of course... Alas, you must not know the meaning of this great and shocking name... Our beloved Father God, our once glorious descendants are now running around foolishly like blind cows, having long forgotten the glory of the past."

Does he have any serious illness?

Ying Lili felt that she could no longer maintain her smile.

"A traitor to the Spencer family, a man seduced by beauty who left his master's family and gave birth to a stupid daughter... Oh, you don't know the situation of your own family yet? Are you sad? What an ignorant child..."

"Mr. Alfred..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." The man interrupted Eriri and raised his index finger artificially and shook it: "You can't call me Alfred, you should call me Mr. Ashford. My God, don't you have this kind of social experience? What did you learn in that country?"

"Eating, drinking and having fun all day long... Oh, sorry," he shook his head seriously to deny himself: "Sorry. If it was just eating, drinking and having fun, you wouldn't be so unfamiliar with etiquette - I guess you don't hang out with those low-level boys all day long, right?"

"Or do you watch movies every day with those new technology products?" The people around seemed to have known about this Mr. 'Ashford' for a long time. When he was talking to Eriri, no one came over without paying attention.

This means that he may be a fool, but his family's status is probably very high.

"You see, your attire today is not in line with your status. Besides, you don't fit in. This is a big problem, Miss Spencer. You should go talk to the new members of the family, those good guys, and the ladies - if they don't dislike you."

Ying Lili took a deep breath. She really wished that Mori Yuesa could be by her side at this moment, so that the middle-aged man with oily hair and powdered face in front of her could feel what it meant to be always better.

"Sir, I'm sorry." After thinking it over, Ying Lili decided not to cause trouble for her parents. She put down the juice in her hand and prepared to leave...

Finally, the annoying man spoke again.

"Father God... You don't even know the most basic social etiquette. My God, you left in the middle of an ongoing conversation. Can I ask your father what kind of conspiracy he had to destroy the bloodline of the Spencer family?"

"You talk as if the Ashford family is that good." The person who came to the rescue was not Mori Tsukisa, but she was also good at talking. Lara Crawford walked over to Eriri with a champagne glass in her hand, her swaying figure was charming and attractive, and her bright red lips were tilted in a provocative arc.

Look at Alfred.

"Did you see a wig, Mr. Ashford?" Laura snapped her fingers, and the champagne glass made a ding sound. "I heard, oh, just heard. A certain heir of a certain family, because he missed his dead sister too much, often planted roses in the manor with a wig on his head..."

As she spoke, the woman poked her head out and approached the man with a sly smile: "Do you know that man? Mr. Ashford?"

Twice, she emphasized the word 'sir'.

It’s self-evident what it means.

"You are slandering! Slandering the Ashford family!" Alfred clenched his fists excitedly. At this moment, everyone around pricked up their ears.

It’s okay if I’m not excited, but now…

You've confessed it yourself, female uncle.

"How could it be the Ashford family?" Laura took two steps back in surprise, "How can you think that, Mr. Ashford, I'm just discussing some small rumors with you..."

"My God, where is your social etiquette? Do you spend all your time growing roses?"

Nice counterattack.

Seeing the man's face getting darker and darker and finally leaving angrily, Ying Lili felt refreshed.

Then the woman put down the champagne and turned her head away with a smile.

"Can you sell the painting to me?"

Meow!

Hateful people will always be hateful, they will never repent!

Chapter 45 Disobedient Child

In the end, Ying Lili couldn't resist Miss Laura's entanglement.

The 'old woman' pretended not to hear the sarcasm from her mouth, and her attitude of "whatever you say, I'll achieve my goal" was quite characteristic of a local aristocrat.

"Thank you, Miss Eriri. Just send it to my manor." Laura toasted again, put away her playful look, and said a bunch of words that Eriri couldn't understand.

"Some honors are very expensive. Once you've left, don't come back. Holding on to so-called interests and feelings, expecting blood to be exchanged for tenderness instead of a sharp blade... that's too naive. Ms. Sawamura, I hope you can protect yourself."

She stood up, took out a business card from her bag and put it under the champagne glass.

"My contact information. If..." Crawford frowned: "If there are any problems that you can't 'understand', please call me immediately."

"Trust me, this might save your life."

Looking at the woman who was walking away with her hips twisted, Ying Lili pouted and "honestly" held the business card in her palm.