My Son Might Be A Villain

It was already April in City Bei, and the night was at least over 10 degrees Celsius, but Su Ran was still in the original owner’s “work clothes” – a half transparent spaghetti strap top with a short skirt that just covering her buttocks – not the most efficient outfit in keeping her warm.

Putting her arms around herself and rubbing her upper arms, Su Ran turned and walked toward the other end of the block.

This was not the direction to go back to her apartment, but from the memory of the original owner, there was a pedestrian street over there.

In the real world, Su Ran’s daily routine was all taken care of by her assistants and all her clothes were custom made. Ergo, whether it was in the past or right now, Su Ran was not familiar with any clothing brands, their quality, or their pricing. 

She saw a shop with a large sign that said “SALE”. Weighting against the remaining money in the original owner’s bank account, Su Ran walked inside without hesitation.

When a tall woman like her walked into a shop, she immediately attracted the attention of the store clerk.

Nonetheless, when the store clerk saw Su Ran’s “work clothes”, she immediately put on a look of disgust. Sure, they may both work for a salary, but one could still look down on a woman of a special profession.

Ignoring the look from the store clerk, Su Ran walked over to where the sale rack was and quickly picked out and changed into a set of normal-looking clothes. She then proceeded to throwing away the original owner’s original outfit without hesitation.

“Excuse me, is there a restroom here?” asked Su Ran after she paid for the outfit.

“Our restroom is for employees only, but you can find it in the mall across the street.”

“I see. Thanks.”

Su Ran still had on thick makeup and strong perfume.

She really should go home and take a shower, but she didn’t have the time right now.

Luckily, the original owner was so poor that she could only afford poor quality cosmetics, not the kind that “won’t come off or smear-proof”. Su Ran could wash them off easily with the soap in the mall’s restroom.

After drying her face, Su Ran looked at the face in the mirror that looked sixty percent like herself but with brighter features and sighed.

She was finally able to feel more normal.

There was a 4-centimeter long scar on her forehead that was left there when she was being banished by her family. A scar like that on a face this pretty was pretty much the equivalent of being defaced.

Luckily, in the real word, Su Ran was a single woman who could support herself with her own skills. She was not obsessed over her looks like the original owner.

Looking at the time, Su Ran quickly walked out of the restroom.

Su Ran waved down a taxi after she had walked out of the mall, “Please take me to Dongshan Court.”

“Dongshan Court? You mean the one by the seaside park?” The taxi driver repeated in disbelief after Su Ran had given him her destination.

The taxi driver had been driving around for over ten years and had a pretty good idea what kind of a place was Dongshan Court. That wasn’t a place for just anyone. He did notice that his passenger had a decent look and makings, but her outfit told him that she couldn’t have anything to do with those who came in and out of Dongshan Court.

“Miss, that’s not a place for just anybody and it’s really late in the night right now. It might not be safe for you to go there on your own,” said the taxi driver as he thought to himself, I hope she wasn’t going there for any shady business.

“Thank you for your concern. I just want to go there to pick up my kid,” said Su Ran indifferently.

She was, of course, referring to Su Han, her son.

Yes, she had declined Hong-jie to go “work” that banquet where she’d die of shame. She might be able to alter the original owner’s decision, but she couldn’t affect the others.

Her instant son was still going to be at the banquet.