After the White Lotus Drops the Act

Xiao Zeyan, for his part, had never noticed any so-called ‘cleverness’ in Tang You that Xiao Zexing mentioned.

She was timid, easily frightened, and spoke so softly she might as well have been a mosquito.

Xiao Zeyan asked, “Why are you bringing this up?”

Xiao Zexing chuckled. “Just keeping up with family matters.”

After he left, Xiao Zeyan suddenly remembered something.

He smacked his forehead and turned to Xiao Weijing with a laugh.

“Speaking of coincidences, the girl I just adopted is also named Tang You. Same name as your fiancée. Your aunt and I were just discussing renaming her to avoid confusion.”

Xiao Weijing’s expression darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean? It’s not like she’s the only one in the world with that name.”

“You really dislike that girl, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say I hate her,” Xiao Weijing replied. “It’s just that more than disliking her, I hate the idea of my family arranging my marriage.”

Xiao Zeyan sighed. “Then you should talk to the old master properly. A forced relationship won’t bring happiness. Don’t waste the girl’s time.”

“I’ll try my best.”

After a pause, Xiao Weijing added, albeit reluctantly,

“It’s not like I can’t marry her… I just don’t like how submissive she is.”

Since birth, he had been raised according to the Xiao family’s rigid standards.

And now, he despised this controlled way of living.

The last thing he wanted was a wife who was also dictated by others.

Between timid and reserved versus bold and striking, he preferred the latter.

Xiao Zeyan chuckled. “She’s nice to you because she likes you, you know.”

“Weijing, your Second Uncle was right.

Be a little kinder to her.

No one’s heart is made of iron, is it?”

At that moment, from the corner of his eye, Xiao Weijing saw Tang You stepping out of the main entrance.

His gaze flickered.

And without another word, he turned and left.

Tang You never saw his face clearly.

She only caught a glimpse of his retreating back.

She silently estimated the distance. At that speed, she couldn’t catch up.

So, she gave up and turned back toward her room.

Judging from the current situation…

She had no choice but to take the initiative.

Yesterday’s green tea bitch performance wasn’t completely in vain.

By the afternoon, she had already received two pieces of thrilling news.

First, Xiao Weijing had been severely scolded by the old master.

The exact reason was unclear, but there was a high chance it was related to her.

Second, Xiao Weijing was going to play polo that afternoon.

Zhao Manlan had even texted her the exact time and location.

Tang You didn’t know how to ride horses.

But she had once owned a chestnut-colored pony—a birthday gift from her grandmother.

One month after Jiang Tao and her children moved into the Tang family home, Tang You and them constantly clashed.

Tang Nan, taking advantage of Tang Xiao’s favoritism, had used a slingshot to blind both of her pony’s eyes.

After that, Tang You never kept pets again.

Except for Tang Huhu.

That was a stray puppy she had picked up and raised in her apartment.

Unfortunately, Tang Huhu had fallen ill recently and was now staying at the pet hospital.

There weren’t many polo clubs in Xijing, most were in the suburbs.

After all, polo was an expensive sport, a luxury.

To maximize her ‘green tea’ aura, Tang You carefully selected her outfit—

A white T-shirt, a plaid skirt, and a pair of canvas shoes.

Her long hair tied up into a ponytail.

Completely harmless.

A true green tea b*tch dresses in the purest of clothes, hides the most venomous heart, and speaks the most misleading words.

Thanks to Zhao Manlan’s prior arrangements, Tang You’s car was let through without any trouble, driving smoothly onto the grounds.

The staff politely and respectfully guided her inside.

After all, the Xiao family was the polo club’s biggest client.

Every man in the Xiao family had a passion for polo, and many people racked their brains trying to get into the sport just to have a chance to rub shoulders with them.

With both Xiao Zexing and Xiao Weijing present today, the staff naturally treated Tang You with the utmost respect.

But Tang You wasn’t the only one drawn here by the news.

Holding onto her horse’s reins, Zhao Die scoffed as she eyed Tang You’s outfit.

“Look at her. Who wears a skirt like that to a polo match?”

Song Yu chuckled. “Well, she’s from a small family. It’s normal that she doesn’t understand these things.”

Zhao Die swung herself onto her horse, guiding it in a circle as she teased, “Just thinking about you having to call her family in the future makes me pity you.”

Then she smirked. “But luckily, you’re her elder. You don’t need to be nice to her.”

Song Yu tugged on her reins, pretending to hit her. “Stop talking nonsense.”

“How is it nonsense?” Zhao Die snickered. “Who was it that dragged me here the moment they heard Xiao Zexing would be attending, skipping their spa appointment?”

Song Yu’s face turned red.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Tang You entering the private section with the staff.

She let out a soft sigh.

The Xiao family had a separate field, and even she and Zhao Die weren’t allowed in.

Noticing where Song Yu was looking, Zhao Die sneered.

“She better not get too full of herself. Everyone knows Xiao Weijing doesn’t care about her.

Otherwise, why would he have stayed abroad for four years without even coming home?”

Song Yu remained silent.

As she absentmindedly stroked her horse’s mane, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy toward Tang You.

Inside the field, Tang You was utterly lost.

She had no idea how polo worked.

All she saw were players in matching uniforms, numbered jerseys—one team in black, the other in red—helmets on, horses galloping across the field.

From a distance, their faces weren’t even clear.

Standing at the edge, Tang You instinctively picked up a pair of binoculars, adjusted the focus twice, and immediately locked onto Xiao Zexing.

To be fair—setting aside his character—his looks were undeniably top-tier.

This man was so breathtakingly handsome that it was impossible to ignore him.

Dressed in a #9 jersey, riding a chestnut horse, swinging his mallet mid-game…

It was her first time seeing him in sportswear.

Without the usual formal shirts covering him up, his arms were lean and well-defined.

The usual aloof restraint in his demeanor had lessened, replaced by a raw, untamed energy.