The lady smiled. "Miss An, didn't Ziqian tell you he doesn't have a mother?"
An Ning suddenly remembered and smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I forgot, Ziqian had mentioned it before. Who might you be?"
Wen Rufeng smiled faintly, as if a spring breeze were brushing across. "I'm Ziqian's grandmother."
"Ah..." An Ning was so astonished that she almost dropped her jaw. "Ziqian's grandmother? How can you be so young?"
Wen Rufeng was over the moon, any woman praised for looking young would be ecstatic. "Where's the youthfulness? I'm already old."
"Not at all."
...
Wen Rufeng paid for a year's worth of lessons in one go, dishing out tens of thousands in tuition without batting an eyelid.
An Ning watched the boy's grandmother swiping her card with such nonchalance and couldn't help envying her.
When is a woman most charming? Definitely at the moment she swipes her credit card.
She would certainly become such a woman in the future.