Sara spent the next couple of days busy with Heya, her etiquette cla.s.s and also her fighting cla.s.ses.
Once in a while, she spoke with Muchen. Sometimes, she didn"t hear from him in a whole day but she was convinced that he was safe wherever he was.
She had successfully hidden the fact that she was taking fighting cla.s.ses from her family and it pleased her that she was still in good shape even though it was a long time ago she last practiced.
Those in the cla.s.s had been surprised to see her fight really well after looking down on her because she was a woman and because she was pet.i.te.
She hadn"t bothered to go there in a disguise so she only tied her hair in a bun and wore whatever she wanted to wear there until they all changed into their robes.
She had specifically not taken it lightly with a man she had wrestled with during practice.
When she was asked to wrestle with someone for them to know her capacity, with a chuckle, a big man they all referred to as "Baldy" sneered "You should be getting married and making food for your husband. Leave things like this for us and go chop vegetables"
He laughed and invited the others to laugh with him which they gladly obliged to.
The statement annoyed her. The man was known as a bully. Sara wasn"t the only woman there. The two days she went there on Friday evening and Sat.u.r.day, she had met another young woman probably in her late twenties and like Sara, she was treated the exact same way but she totally ignored them all. She looked so determined like her life depended on it.
Sara was glad she had taught Baldy a lesson when he agreed to fight with her as her opponent.
And just like the rest of them there, the woman gave her a proud smile when they all saw Baldy on the ground.
Things went smoothly for her and her family.
They successfully moved into their new apartment. Cixi now stayed with them and was always with Jianjun as they both dedicated their time to set up the new restaurant.
When Sara got the chance, she met with Cixi to discuss about Joreen"s princ.i.p.al"s laptop and the latest update on whether they had been able to crack the pa.s.sword.
From what her Aunt told her, they had been able to open the laptop and were still in the process of tracking the IP. There was also a strange file on laptop which had been locked also.
Cixi had decided to crack everything. She had to know what her daughter"s princ.i.p.al was up to.
They had been informed by a former neighbour that the princ.i.p.al had paid a visit to their former apartment since he had no idea they had moved to Mr Chu"s house. To Cixi and Sara"s relief, Jianjun didn"t ponder much on it when he heard about it.
She hadn"t been able to try more pins on her Father"s "secret box" because they had relocated now and he had his own room to himself. She also haven"t gotten the opportunity of having a serious conversation with her Aunt concerning Changyu.
Her life was suddenly so busy.
The more Li Sun"s birthday drew near, the more she became nervous. It was just two days to her birthday now and she had been informed that a few dignitaries were going to be there on that day.
What was Muchen thinking by asking her to do this? She wasn"t a professional MC. In fact, she hadn"t MC"ed before. So why did he have to ask her to do this?
She looked at the bank alert on her phone as she waited for her lecture to come.
According to Muchen, it was her payment. ""I can"t leech off my girlfriend. I still have to pay her for her services"" He had said to her on the phone.
Sara was still in doubt. She thought the money was too much just for MCing. She was also beginning to feel weird and uncomfortable about receiving money from Muchen. She didn"t like the feeling one bit.
"Hey you!"
A young lady who had been sitting beside her called to get her attention.
Sara looked at the lady. She had heard people call her "Martha" but she didn"t know whether it was her real name or a fake. She was probably around 26-28 years old. She was tall, slender, pretty and had a long dark hair that flowed freely.
Just like Sara"s outfit today, she was also wearing a s.h.i.+rt, trousers and sneakers.
"Can I help you?" Sara asked.
"You"re Alice right?"
Sara nodded at first but then she remembered she was supposed to give a verbal response so she answered.
She was already accustomed to the name after going there a couple of times.
"I know it"s a fake. Don"t worry. Mine is also a fake" She said with a smirk.
"So?" Sara knew there was more to it with the look on Martha"s face.
"You look really familiar" Martha noted.
Sara reached for her gla.s.ses and adjusted it to sit well on the ridge of her nose. Thankfully, she was still wearing her Bob wig so she believed that people wouldn"t recognise her as Sara w.a.n.g.
"Which family are you from? Tell me yours, I"ll tell you mine" Martha said to her.
Sara looked at her with disinterest before turning to look at the white board in the front.
They were other people in the cla.s.s also. About six more ladies who were conversing together. While Sara and Martha preferred to keep to themselves.
So why was Martha being so nosy right now?
"You don"t want to talk?" Martha asked in displeasure.
Sara turned to look at her again. "I"m not a Socialite if that"s what you mean"
"I doubt that. You walk like one, talk like one. Even your att.i.tude: Rude, arrogant, haughty. Who would believe you"re not from one? I"m not as stupid as you think" Martha laid it out for her. She believed the girl was playing with her.
Sara smiled. "I hear a lot that I act like one. But I am really not one. And the way I look right now, is the way I usually dress."
"I know I"ve seen you before. If you"re not a socialite then how come you look familiar to me? I don"t know any poor people" She said proudly.
"I"m not poor. I have a good job that pays me well. My father owns a small restaurant. I"ll make sure to invite you when he is done with setting up everything. My Aunt is a Doctor and I have an amazing cousin who tops her cla.s.s" Sara announced proudly.
Her father had warned her to not say anything about her family, to act like she was a socialite so they wouldn"t look down on her. But no!
She was too proud of her family to choose a fake life over them.
She didn"t care whether they looked down on her or not. She was not bothered by it anyway.
Martha ran her eyes all over her with an unreadable expression.
"So if I understand what you are saying clearly, you are not from a really rich family?"
"Exactly my point." Sara agreed with a smile.
"And....you are mannerless?" Martha scoffed.
"If you"re not rich you have to have manners at least." She shook her head in displeasure "How can someone be poor and mannerless at the same time? You"ve got some nerves"
Sara thought about what Martha just said. Funny enough, she didn"t feel bad about it. She looked at the shocked expression on Martha"s face and didn"t know when she laughed.
Martha shook her head and began to laugh also. "There"s no kind of person I won"t see in this world"