"Who the hell are you?" Su Xuan asked the red-clothed figure, who seemed eerily inscrutable yet was so beautiful it was almost unreal. The figure, clad in a timeless red garment, smiled silently at Su Xuan before suddenly vanishing. This must really be a hallucination of mine! Su Xuan had seen the red-clothed figure near the crematorium. He thought he might have been influenced by the atmosphere of the place and imagined such a person. The youthful phantom at home, however, might have truly existed—after all, the prescription was real. He collected himself and drove home. He also silently warned himself to smell the scent from the small porcelain bottle less in the future, lest he drive himself mad. After arriving home, he saw his younger siblings playing with Dabai, and Wang Xuehan was also there. "Su Xuan, you’re back!" Upon seeing Su Xuan, Wang Xuehan immediately came up to greet him. "Senior Sister, does your father not need you to look after him anymore?" Su Xuan asked. "Mmh, Dad’s health has improved significantly. Mom can take care of him by herself," Wang Xuehan said to Su Xuan with a smile. "Well, I’ve come to be a bookstore owner this time. You haven’t changed your mind, have you?" "Of course I won’t change my mind!" Su Xuan glanced toward the bookstore. "The bookstore has long been waiting for you, its new owner!" "I’m not the owner of the bookstore; I’m just working for you." Wang Xuehan understood her position clearly. The bookstore was Su Xuan’s property; she was just helping him manage the store and earning a salary. "It’s getting late," Su Xuan said, glancing at the sky which was already dark. He had spent quite some time at Lycar. "How about we go have a look at the bookstore together tomorrow morning?" "Sure!" Wang Xuehan smiled and nodded, then went to the kitchen to heat up some food for Su Xuan. The sunlight was clear and bright. After breakfast, Su Xuan took Wang Xuehan to the bookstore. Under Liu Ming’s supervision, the bookstore was already ready for its grand opening. However, since no one had looked after it for a few days, a layer of dust had settled inside. Wang Xuehan found a towel, dampened it with water, and started to dust. "Su Xuan, you should go attend to your own business. Don’t waste your time here," Wang Xuehan said hurriedly when she saw Su Xuan roll up his sleeves, wanting to help. She felt that this was a minor task she could handle by herself. "Alright then!" Eager to complete the rest of the super orders, Su Xuan walked out of the bookstore. "Mom, the bookstore here is finally open!" But before he could leave, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, leading a luxuriously dressed woman, entered the bookstore. The girl, dressed in Hanfu with her long hair coiffed up, added an element of antique charm to the shop as soon as she walked in. Su Xuan, wanting to see if Wang Xuehan could sell her first book, decided to stay. As he did, he noticed something interesting. Two burly men in black suits stood guard at the entrance of the bookstore, keeping a vigilant watch on the passersby, and a Rolls-Royce was parked nearby. Su Xuan guessed that the two men in black suits were likely the mother and daughter’s bodyguards. With bodyguards and a luxury car, the mother and daughter’s family must be extraordinary. Su Xuan could understand why wealthy people would hire bodyguards for protection. Ever since he had become wealthy, hadn’t he faced several dangerous situations himself? However, he certainly didn’t need bodyguards. He alone was worth ten of them. "Hello, feel free to look at any books you like." Wang Xuehan put down her cloth and greeted the mother and daughter softly. She then went to warm some tea for them, not in a hurry to pressure them into buying a book. "Thank you, beautiful sister!" The girl in the Hanfu smiled sweetly at Wang Xuehan, picked a book from the shelf, and sat down to read quietly. "She doesn’t drink tea, thank you." However, when Wang Xuehan brought over the fragrant tea, the elegantly dressed mother said, "She has a ’cold’ constitution and can only drink plain water. I’ll take the tea." Wang Xuehan had no choice but to hand the tea to the mother and quickly fetched a cup of plain hot water for the girl in the Hanfu. "Wow, this tea is really good!" After taking a sip, the mother couldn’t stop praising it and then asked Wang Xuehan, "Where did you buy this tea?" How could she know this tea was from the ultra-five-star Lycar hotel? Of course it was good. "It was a gift," Su Xuan answered with a smile on behalf of Wang Xuehan. "No wonder!" After another sip, the mother said, "If I’m not mistaken, this tea must be Golden Eyebrow, which costs five to six thousand yuan per half kilo. How could you bookstore owners afford such fine tea?" Not taking it to heart, Su Xuan just smiled and joked with Wang Xuehan, "Senior Sister, you shouldn’t just give this tea to anyone. Keep it for yourself. I’ll have Liu Ming send you some cheaper tea later." Wang Xuehan knew Su Xuan was joking and smiled. With Su Xuan’s net worth, how could he mind the cost of a little tea? "What?" But upon hearing Su Xuan’s words, the mother seemed to read too much into them. She furrowed her brows and said, "Now that you know the tea is valuable, you don’t want me to drink it anymore?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽 "Not at all, not at all!" Su Xuan, who had only been joking, said to the mother, "Please, drink as much as you like. There’s plenty!" "Plenty?" The mother frowned again and said coldly, "Do you take us for those poor people outside wearing cheap clothes from street stalls? Do you think we’re desperate for your tea? That we came here to drink our fill?" With that, she poured the tea directly onto the floor. Then she walked over to her daughter, took her by the hand, and started to leave. This left Su Xuan at a loss, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Seriously, what is wrong with this woman? Wang Xuehan shook her head at Su Xuan, as if to tell him that it wasn’t his fault and that the other party had gone too far. "Mom, what’s wrong?" The girl in the Hanfu seemed to have been so engrossed in her book that she was oblivious to what had just happened. Her confusion was apparent as she said to her mother, "I really liked that book. At least let me buy it before we leave!" "We’re not buying it. This store is infuriating!" "Mom!" The girl pulled her hand free from her mother’s and complained, "You’re always ! You’re never happy in any store we go to. I don’t want you to come out with me anymore!" "Oh, my dear daughter!" The mother grabbed her daughter’s small hand again. "I’m your mother. If I don’t accompany you, who will? It’s not like you have any friends!" "That’s because you won’t let me make any!" The girl in the Hanfu grew angry at the mention of this. "No matter what kind of friends I make, you always look down on their family background because it isn’t as good as ours. You say they aren’t worthy of being my friends and you chase them away. How am I supposed to have any friends?" Before she could finish speaking, the girl in the Hanfu suddenly squatted down. Frowning, she said, "Mom, I don’t feel well again..."