[Ding! The host has captured one of the female leads, Fang Xuan, earning 500 villain points. Fang Heng’s protagonist halo -25, Fang Xuan’s female lead halo -25, host’s villain halo +50!]

Wang Haoran contentedly accepted the reward. The rewards for capturing can be repeatedly obtained, but compared to the first time, the rewards are much less. However, receiving 500 villain points and 50 halo points is still quite generous.

There were still 15 minutes before the parent-teacher meeting started. Wang Haoran and Fang Xuan walked out of the room. After a few steps, they encountered Song Zhenyu. Wang Haoran was startled, but with his good psychological quality, he calmed down in a second and greeted her with a smile.

“Hello, Sister Zhenyu.”

“Don’t be so informal, call me Teacher Song!” Song Zhenyu noticed others nearby and reprimanded him with a stern face.

“This is my sister, not an outsider. She was feeling a bit unwell earlier, so I brought her here to rest for a while,” Wang Haoran explained with a smile.

“Your sister, huh.” Song Zhenyu nodded and then politely extended her fair hand to Fang Xuan with a smile, “Hello, I’m Song Zhenyu, Wang Haoran’s class teacher.”

“Hello, I’m… Wang Xuan.” Fang Xuan almost slipped up but quickly corrected herself.

The two shook hands politely and then released. Song Zhenyu frowned slightly because she felt a bit of stickiness after shaking hands with Fang Xuan.

“Sorry, I just applied some hand cream and didn’t rub it in evenly,” Fang Xuan apologized, taking a wet wipe from her bag and handing it to Song Zhenyu.

“No problem.” Song Zhenyu wiped her hand with the tissue and then checked the time, saying, “The parent-teacher meeting is about to start. Let’s head to the conference hall.”

“Okay.”

Fang Xuan, afraid of continuing the conversation, nodded immediately and walked ahead when she heard Song Zhenyu’s suggestion.

“Miss Wang, your… stockings seem to be torn,” Song Zhenyu kindly pointed out.

“What?!” Fang Xuan was startled, quickly looked back, and indeed found a hole in her stockings at the thigh area. She glanced at Wang Haoran inadvertently and then awkwardly explained to Song Zhenyu, “I must have accidentally snagged it somewhere.”

She was wearing a knee-length professional skirt, and the hole in her stockings looked a bit unseemly.

“Miss Wang, you seem to have a similar build to mine. I have some stockings in my room. If you don’t mind, you can wear mine.”

“You have stockings?” Wang Haoran looked at Song Zhenyu in surprise because he had never seen her wear them.

“Why can’t I have them just because I’m a woman?” Song Zhenyu gave him a sideways glance. Due to her profession, she usually found it inconvenient to wear them, but that didn’t stop her from owning them.

After speaking, Song Zhenyu took Fang Xuan to her room. They came out after a while. Fang Xuan’s original black stockings had been replaced with dark purple ones. These dark purple stockings were undoubtedly Song Zhenyu’s.

Wang Haoran wasn’t surprised at all, given his x-ray vision. Song Zhenyu seemed to have a particular fondness for purple. It’s said that women who like purple are often romantic. Wang Haoran was curious if Song Zhenyu was like that. However, he certainly couldn’t ask her directly, at least not now.

The three of them went to the large conference hall together. Many parents had already gathered there, and the hall was filled with the sound of conversations, making it particularly noisy. Most of the class teachers had also arrived.

The conference hall was divided into sections by class, with each section having forty to fifty chairs, and each chair had a student’s name on it. Parents could find their seats according to the names. There were aisles beside these seats for the students to stand. During the parent-teacher meeting, students would stand beside their respective parents, waiting for either praise or criticism from the teachers.

For parents, seeing their child praised would certainly be a source of pride, while criticism would be embarrassing. For underperforming students and their parents, this place was no less than a courtroom. Of course, Wang Haoran had no such worries.

“Haoran?”

Wang Haoran was about to go to his designated seat with Fang Xuan when he suddenly heard someone calling from behind. He turned around and saw a beautiful woman walking briskly towards them.

“Hello, Director Tang.”

“Hello, Director Tang.”

…

As the beautiful woman walked by, some staff members who recognized her greeted her respectfully. However, Tang Bingyun ignored them all and walked straight to Wang Haoran.

“Hello, Aunt Tang,” Wang Haoran greeted politely.

Hearing this address, Tang Bingyun’s lips, painted with lipstick, twitched slightly. But she quickly regained her composure, looked at Fang Xuan, and gave Wang Haoran an inquisitive look, “And this is your…”

“My sister.”

“Sister? As far as I know, Sister Zhen Li seems to have only one son, right?”

“Adopted, adopted sister.”

“I see.” Tang Bingyun understood and then politely looked at Fang Xuan, “Hello, I’m Tang Bingyun.”

“Hello, Aunt Tang… I mean, hello.” Fang Xuan almost called her Aunt Tang like Wang Haoran did, but considering she might be a year or two older than Tang Bingyun, it didn’t seem appropriate, so she stopped herself in time.

Fang Xuan’s timely retraction of that inappropriate address greatly increased Tang Bingyun’s favorability.

“Oh, Miss Wang, your lipstick looks great. What shade is it?” Tang Bingyun suddenly asked. She and Fang Xuan were of similar age, and since Fang Xuan was Wang Haoran’s adopted sister, it was a perfect opportunity to lower the generational gap. Tang Bingyun certainly wouldn’t miss it.

“It’s Maple Red,” Fang Xuan replied.

“This color suits you well. Miss Wang, you’re not only beautiful but also very skilled at makeup,” Tang Bingyun praised generously.

“Not at all, I just did it casually. The makeup is quite rough. Miss Tang, you’re the truly beautiful one, and your makeup is even more exquisite,” Fang Xuan said modestly.

She had heard earlier that the staff addressed Tang Bingyun as Director Tang, indicating her high status. Fang Xuan, considering herself just a small secretary, didn’t dare to engage in casual conversation with such an important figure.

“Miss Wang, don’t you know how beautiful you are? I’m sincerely asking for your advice on makeup. Are you pretending to be modest because you don’t want to teach me?” Tang Bingyun said seriously. Her tone seemed reproachful, but it was particularly pleasant to hear.

Women love being complimented on their beauty, especially by another beautiful woman. Hearing this, Fang Xuan’s favorability increased immediately, and she quickly said, “How could that be? Miss Tang, ask me anything, and I’ll answer.”

…

The two women immediately started chatting enthusiastically. Tang Bingyun was quite adept at socializing and intentionally sought to get closer to Fang Xuan. In just a few words, she had already bridged the gap between them.

Wang Haoran wasn’t interested in what the women were discussing, so he turned his head to look elsewhere. By chance, he saw someone who shouldn’t have been there.

“Xiao Yifeng?!”