A day later, Saturday arrived.
Before dawn broke, Tang Xiaowan was up.
After making a phone call, she started all sorts of prepping, showering, rummaging through her wardrobe, applying face masks, blow-drying her hair—the whole shebang that a girl does before a date.
"Wow, I look so beautiful, my skin looks amazing!"
"I wonder if Li Zishen, that old fox, is up yet—did he take a shower too? Hmm, maybe he's shaving."
"Humph, he must be thrilled!"
The reason Madam Lai chose this day for Tang Xiaowan's first visit was that she had someone calculate that it was a very auspicious day—the Gregorian calendar showed September 16, and it was the second day of the eighth lunar month.
In the Lai family, the position of the eldest son and grandson is supremely exalted, and when it comes to Li Zishen, every issue, no matter how big or small, receives close attention.
Thus, the news of Tang Xiaowan's imminent arrival had already reached Wuyou Pavilion.
