Chapter 1783: Disapproval

Wen Ya clearly didn’t expect her to react this way.

The attitude is quite irritating.

Wen Ya didn’t rush to speak. She lifted her coffee, sipped lightly, and then slowly set it down, “Jiaojiao, shouldn’t you show the proper etiquette upon meeting me?”

“Etiquette?”

Nan Jiaojiao slightly raised her eyes, “What should I call you?”

Wen Ya smiled faintly, looking directly at her. When she squinted, she habitually raised her chin a bit, and her posture of peering through slit eyes easily revealed a sense of superiority from a bygone era of class distinctions.

Commonly referred to as feudal remnants.

Nan Jiaojiao always despised anyone presenting a haughty demeanor in her presence.

Wen Ya was just posturing, and Jiaojiao chose to ignore her.

Just then, the waiter arrived with her milk tea and little cake, and she started eating directly with a fork.

Wen Ya’s face instantly darkened, she clenched her palm secretly, but quickly calmed down, even deliberately hinting at a semblance of kindness between her brows and eyes.

“You seem to love sweets; back at home, Yanqing always catered to your taste. He’s been like that since he was young; very few people get such meticulous care from him.”

Implying that Nan Jiaojiao was just one of those few.

Not unique.

Wen Ya originally thought due to Nan Jiaojiao’s age, a couple of stimulating remarks would surely trigger her temper. Yet, she seemed deaf, utterly ignoring them, and didn’t eat in a rush, rather her actions inherently showed an upbringing and elegance.

If not born into a wealthy family, how could she have such demeanor?

Wasn’t she an orphan?

Wen Ya didn’t get the expected scene, so she planned to make it clearer. She leaned slightly forward, about to assume a domineering stance, when Nan Jiaojiao happened to lift her head.

“Want a taste?”

Nan Jiaojiao handed over another fork, “I haven’t touched the other side.”

Wen Ya’s lips twitched slightly, then pressed down the corners, smiling faintly, “No, I don’t really like sweets, you go ahead, I’ll wait for you.”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao then put the fork down.

She was just being polite.

The pastry was finished, but the milk tea was only halfway done.

She said, “I have work to attend to, excuse me.”

With those words, Nan Jiaojiao picked up the half cup of milk tea, and gently scooted her chair back.

Wen Ya’s gaze followed her upwards, pressing her lips together, “Jiaojiao, if you truly don’t understand etiquette, the Bo Family has etiquette teachers aplenty, I could introduce you. Just look at what you just did; disregarding elders—if you were in the Bo Family, the old master would have rebuked you long ago.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even turn around, she only half-turned her head back, squinting slightly with an aloof expression on her face.

Wen Ya gave her a stern look, straightening her back, one hand on the back of the other, speaking in a grandiose manner, “Before I came, the old master specifically instructed me not to spare your feelings. Considering your young age and wanting not to hurt you, I hoped we could talk properly, but since this is your attitude, there’s nothing more to discuss. Let me be frank—”

Wen Ya looked directly at Nan Jiaojiao, “The Bo Family’s doors aren’t easily entered, nor are they a place you can access. Best abandon your ambitions to climb high branches; the old master disapproves of the marriage between you and Yanqing.”

“Did you understand?”

Wen Ya sat there gracefully, dressed in a blue and white porcelain-colored cheongsam, with a white fox fur cloak draped over her shoulders. Her hair was meticulously styled at the back of her head, but with careful attention to the sides which perfectly suited her face shape. Despite her age, she maintained herself well, with skin still resembling mutton-fat jade, only showing fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Her entire demeanor was so noble that it seemed unworthy if she didn’t look at others with arrogance through slit eyes.