The Rebirth of the Socialite's Glory (GL) - Chapter 3

Upon reaching the destination, Feng Hua stepped out of the car, her gaze casually surveying the surroundings. Everything, including the buildings, looked neither completely new nor completely old. The passersby were dressed simply, and trash piled up on the streets. This place was incredibly backward compared to a metropolis like A-city.

Wang Mu did not know why his young mistress wanted to come to this place. This was a small, undeveloped county town in G-province, like two different worlds compared to A-city. He did not even know how Feng Hua knew about this place.

In such a place, Wang Mu was primarily worried that his young mistress would not be used to the accommodations.

Indeed, they encountered trouble with accommodation.

Since he was not familiar with the area, Wang Mu had to search online. After finding a supposedly reliable hotel, he discovered that the so-called best hotel was also very “cramped,” with poor décor and a simple interior structure. Wang Mu was fine with it; for an ordinary person, while such a hotel wasn’t great, it wasn’t so bad that one couldn’t stay there.

But if it was for the young mistress… Wang Mu looked at Feng Hua worriedly, observing her expression.

Feng Hua had a serious case of germophobia. People who are used to being meticulously cared for always develop some fastidious habits. To be honest, Feng Hua had never suffered materially in her previous life until her death, always preferring the utmost refinement in everything, eating the best and most finely prepared food.

Being reborn meant many things would change.

The first step would start here.

Feng Hua nodded to Wang Mu. Although worried, Wang Mu still requested two adjacent rooms, the best ones, and instructed the front desk to clean the rooms immediately, replacing all skin-contact items like sheets and quilts with new ones.

Under Feng Hua’s instruction, Wang Mu paid a full month’s rent, plus the cost of replacing the items. Encountering such a generous customer, the front desk was naturally very polite. In front of him, they called their boss, and after getting the boss’s approval, they immediately carried out Wang Mu’s requests.

“Wait here, I’m going out for a walk.” Feng Hua said to Wang Mu, who was holding the luggage.

Wang Mu was startled by this and disagreed, “Young Mistress, how can you go out alone? What if you run into danger? And you’ve been traveling all day, you should rest first.”

Feng Hua took off the hat she had been wearing, revealing a face that was still tender but exquisitely stunning. The eyes, which should have been innocent and naïve, now held a cool detachment born of arrogance, devoid of any trace of a smile, and she looked directly at Wang Mu with an intimidating presence, “I think you should understand that I didn’t call you out here for you to interfere with me, Uncle Wang.”

Somewhat astonished by what he saw, a young mistress completely different from how she was at the Feng family, no, more accurately, different from how she was before, the pressure made his heart clench. Although he was still worried, he respectfully complied with Feng Hua’s choice.

Although the young mistress is only ten years old, she is not an ordinary ten-year-old child. She is a genius, smart enough, and she won’t cause any trouble in this small place, Wang Mu rationalized for Feng Hua in his mind.

Although he couldn’t disobey Feng Hua’s will and agreed to her leaving alone, the worry in his heart did not diminish at all.

No matter how smart the young mistress is, she is still only ten years old…

Feng Hua did not miss the worry in Wang Mu’s eyes and said, “I have a tracking device on me. If I run into danger, I will send you a distress signal, and you can rush over quickly.” She paused, then added, “I won’t go far, Uncle Wang, so don’t worry too much.”

Since she had said so much, Wang Mu could not say anything more, only telling Feng Hua to be careful, come back early, not wander around, and try to stay in crowded places. Feng Hua readily agreed to everything.

It’s really inconvenient to be a child. The person who was outwardly ten but inwardly twenty-six sighed helplessly.

Walking out of the hotel, Feng Hua observed the surrounding buildings as she walked. They were unfamiliar yet not entirely so. In her previous life, she had actually visited here once. It was Feng Ya who brought her, to see the grave of her birth mother.

According to the timeline, this year was the year her birth mother died, and also the time when Feng Ya officially became an orphan. This year, Feng Ya was also ten years old, born on the same day, same month, and same year as Feng Hua.

If she was quick enough, she might even get to see the birth mother she never had the chance to meet in her previous life.

Feng Hua had never been to the house where Feng Ya lived at that time, but she generally knew where she lived. Passing through a series of not-very-clean streets, Feng Hua finally saw the house from her memory, both strange and somewhat familiar. It was very dilapidated, with white paint peeling off the walls, but it did not seem too out of place in this old neighborhood.

The current Feng Ya lived in such a house.

For some reason, Feng Hua’s mood was somewhat subtle.

Before Feng Hua could think further, a burst of noise caught her attention. Swearing words like “mongrel,” “motherless,” and “jinx” could vaguely be heard from around the corner.

Feng Hua’s heart stirred, and she followed the sound. Her steps paused when she saw a group of children punching and kicking another child.

It was a filthy child, head buried between their knees, cowering against the wall under the heavy-handed kicks and punches of the other children. Seeing the child’s swaying appearance from the beating, Feng Hua had the momentary illusion that the child might already be dead.

“Stop.” Feng Hua finally spoke, emerging from the corner. Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for all of them to hear.

If she didn’t stop them, the beaten child would surely die. Even if Feng Hua didn’t want to meddle, she couldn’t just ignore it.

The group of children froze upon seeing Feng Hua.

When had they ever seen such a meticulously crafted person? That skin as white as milk, those picturesque features, the neat and beautiful clothing, and a whole body radiating an indescribable noble air and an inexplicable sense of pressure. She was even more beautiful than the child stars they saw on TV.

Seeing the children merely staring blankly at her, Feng Hua frowned, then secretly played the sound of a police siren on her phone.

Using this to scare those who have a guilty conscience or those who have done wrong works perfectly every time.

Sure enough, the children looked at each other, and then scattered, running away in a rush. Somewhat comically, they kept looking back at the exquisitely beautiful young girl, Feng Hua, as they ran.

Seeing that everyone was gone, Feng Hua retracted her gaze and walked up to the child huddled in the corner. She lightly nudged the child with her foot, testing to see if the person was still alive.

Fortunately, although the child looked miserable, the injuries did not seem to be life-threatening. When Feng Hua’s foot touched the child’s body, the child looked up.

On the thin face, devoid of any flesh, a pair of eyes seemed especially large. Only those distinct black and white eyes looked somewhat special on the dark face.

Feng Hua’s whole body stiffened for an instant when the child looked up.

“What is your name?” Feng Hua managed not to show any sign of distress in front of the other person, but her heart was already churning.

Tears welled up in the child’s eyes, who looked surprisingly very innocent. The tender voice carried a slight sobbing catch, “My name is Ye Qiu, Ye as in the leaf, Qiu as in autumn.”

The ordinary-sounding name made Feng Hua freeze on the spot.

Note: The last two paragraphs in the original text are a near-exact repetition of the four paragraphs before them, describing the children running away, Feng Hua approaching the beaten child, the child looking up, and the child stating their name as Ye Qiu. I have included the full and literal translation of the repeated text as requested, but I want to point out the redundancy in the source material.