General Yang's wife Ji Tao is probably one of Robin's classic works that can go down in history.

When she appeared in front of all the guests with full makeup, there was a moment of dead silence at the scene.

Beauty in peacetime is always a scarce and irreplaceable productive force.

Ji Tao is still young, but the years have given her a charm that naive young girls don't have. Robin's masterful writing has unearthed it with precision, making her entire being have a kind of breathtaking radiance.

General Yang, whose hair has turned white, walked over and offered her an arm. Ji Tao took his arm, lowered her head and smiled. The space between her brows and the corners of her eyes seemed to form a peach blossom, blooming like the full spring on a graceful peach branch at the moment she bowed her head.

Robin has been famous for many years, and there is a reason for that.

As the eldest son, Yang Ning naturally had to go over and pay his respects.

"Mom," he called his young stepmother without any barriers, "happy birthday, you look beautiful today."

Ji Tao tilted her head and leaned on the general's shoulder, saying in an unusually cheerful mood, "That's thanks to you too, thank you."

At first glance, the three members of this family seemed more harmonious than three lucky charms.

Yang Ning raised his glass to General Yang and his wife, stepped aside to let today's protagonists walk to the host's position. The lingering gentle smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to be engraved there at a particular angle, as handsome and beautiful as the male lead in a story.

But the lowered, thick eyelashes blocked the cold murderous intent in his eyes.

"Autumn hasn't arrived, it's not time for the flowers to wither yet." Yang Ning said softly to himself in his heart, sniffed the wine fragrance wafting from the glass, took a light sip, and then sighed very lightly, "The wine is really good."

Through the crowd, Yang Ning saw Robin and his group, who had also been invited to stay by Madam Ji. He raised his wine glass from afar to salute Robin. His smiling eyes were like a lake surface rippled by the spring breeze. The knife-like forbearance in his heart just now seemed to have never existed.

However, this banquet made Fu Luo feel very conflicted. The sea of people already made her feel uncomfortable. She originally wanted to raid a plate of food and find a corner to fill her stomach, but after only nibbling on a couple of shrimp, before she could even finish the base, she was caught by Robin.

In just half a month, Robin had worn away the last bit of politeness towards her.

Robin snatched the plate from Fu Luo's hand and said through gritted teeth beside her ear, "If you don't want to burst the buttons on your tight-fitting shirt later, just keep eating."

Fu Luo looked down at her "ill-fitting" clothes, and her heavy mood immediately vividly appeared on her originally deadpan expression.

Robin said mercilessly, "The first step to improving your image is always to control your weight. Starting from today, you're going on a diet."

Fu Luo was about to argue, but Robin interrupted her first.

"To be honest with you, your mom called me again last night and told me to be tough on you."

"Am I very fat?" Fu Luo found it a little hard to believe.

Robin looked a bit indigestive, "Have you always thought you were very slender?"

Fu Luo: "But..."

Robin: "No buts. From now on, you're not allowed to leave my sight. You can't take anything except sugar-free, zero-fat drinks."

"One meal without lifting the lid, two meals with more on one side." Fu Luo thought silently.

"From now on, you're only allowed to eat until 30% full each day." Robin's next words shattered her fantasy.

"This life is unbearable." Fu Luo looked up at the splendid ceiling in General Yang's hall.

With a "smack", Robin unceremoniously slapped away the grape she had unconsciously picked up and glared at her.

But Fu Luo suddenly looked up, over his shoulder, as if greeting someone with a nod. Robin reflexively turned his head back. Taking this opportunity, Fu Luo deftly slipped into the crowd with extremely agile movements and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She also picked up a cupcake from the table and stuffed it into her mouth in one bite, puffing up a fist-sized lump on her cheek... it was a wonder she could still chew with her mouth closed.

Fu Luo, with the cake in her mouth, quickly passed through the crowd and walked towards an unnoticed corner.

Just as she was about to give herself a thumbs up for her wit and agility, suddenly, someone heavily patted her back, almost making her spit out the cake in her mouth.

Fu Luo took a big step forward, covered her mouth, and swallowed the cake with difficulty. She turned her head to see which idiot was so heavy-handed.

"Fu Luo!" That person seemed to have never learned what it means to "speak softly" in his life, and shouted her name with a hint of the shrill voice of a boy who hasn't developed yet.

At the same time, a familiar and unpleasant perfume scent wafted into Fu Luo's nose.

It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a head of yellow hair and a row of ear piercings on one ear, so heavy that they almost made his ears asymmetrical. He had a rare pointed face for a boy, and one eye was even lined with thin eyeliner, looking like he had been punched into a black eye.

The boy sized up Fu Luo very rudely, raised his eyebrows, and said sarcastically, "You actually wear clothes that cost more than a hundred yuan? I must have opened my eyes at the wrong angle."

Fu Luo said expressionlessly, "Sorry about that."

The boy put his hands behind his back and looked at Fu Luo affectedly, clicking his tongue, "Even wearing makeup... did you forget to bring your ID and are afraid of being mistaken for a hooligan when going to the women's restroom?"

Fu Luo felt helpless in her heart. This boy was five or six years younger than her, half a head shorter, and skinny like a little monkey. In her eyes, he was just a little kid - unfortunately, kids are also divided into two subspecies: "cute little boys" and "brats". The one in front of her was undoubtedly a typical example of the latter.

Seeing that she repeatedly did not respond to his provocations, the boy, either unwilling to give up or getting increasingly presumptuous, stepped forward and even tiptoed to reach the fashion glasses frame on Fu Luo's nose bridge, clumsily taking them off.

This little brat pinched the glasses legs and shook them hard, pouting, "Where did you dig up this street vendor goods? Is your mom very poor? Why does she always make you look so shabby?"

Fu Luo sighed, stretched out a hand, and said calmly, "Give it to me."

The young boy's eyes darted around, and he raised his hand to throw the glasses out: "Only you would bring out this junk, not even ashamed of embarrassing yourself..."

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side, deftly snatching the item from the boy's hand.

Xiao Zhu appeared out of nowhere, elegantly stepped forward, casually stuffed the glasses frame back into Fu Luo's hand, turned around, and said to the boy with a beaming smile: "Sorry, this is a limited edition glasses frame from a batch released by fashion master Edward a hundred years ago to match the 'Professor' tweed series. To maintain the style, there's no logo. A duplicate was auctioned off recently for 78,000 global currency. Do you have any comments?"

Fu Luo: "..."

78,000! That's her two years of school allowance! These rich snobs are out of their minds!

The boy choked at first, then said fiercely with his neck stiff: "This kind of obvious fake..."

Xiao Zhu extended a slender jade hand and placed it on Fu Luo's shoulder: "Tall, low-key, outstanding, the understated thin black frame echoes the beginning and end, enhancing the aura of the face. The absent lenses unleash the gaze that can pierce the galaxy, the final perfect touch. This is the essence of the 'Professor' series. Only country bumpkins desperately chasing fashion would scrutinize a pair of glasses frames with a magnifying glass to argue if they're real or fake."

Xiao Zhu extended her manicured fingernail and lightly tapped the corner of the boy's eye: "Smudged, your eyeliner is really sloppy - haven't you heard the saying 'trends fade, style is eternal'? Tsk, kid, I think instead of mocking others here, you should eat more candy. Even 'a 101 yuan outfit' can't save you now."

With that, Xiao Zhu cozily linked arms with Fu Luo and said intimately: "The boss is still looking for you, let's go."

The boy left behind shouted in exasperation: "Fu Luo!"

Fu Luo pretended not to hear.

The boy became even more enraged: "I'll tell Dad!"

This time, Fu Luo's steps paused for a moment. She turned her head and said to the boy seriously: "You're here on behalf of Wang Yizheng today, right? While you're at it, pass a message for me. Tell him to mind his own business from now on."

The boy: "How dare you!"

Fu Luo sighed deeply: "If you could grow another ten centimeters taller, I guarantee I'd beat you into two."

That one sentence poked at two of the boy's sore spots, and the brat's face instantly turned purple.

Xiao Zhu couldn't help but chuckle. She had seen that annoying boy provoking Fu Luo with inexplicable hostility from the start. At first, the scene looked like a bouncing pheasant challenging a resting lion. Seeing the pheasant hopping onto the lion's nose to peck at its forehead, she finally couldn't help but come out to teach the kid a lesson.

...Anyway, after tonight, no one would remember a small fry like her tagging along with the boss for a meal.

"Who was that raging little sissy?" Xiao Zhu asked in a low voice after walking away a bit.

"...My brother." Fu Luo said, exasperated.

Xiao Zhu felt her jaw lock for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Bro...brother by blood?"

"Blood-related, same father different mother, his actual name is Wang Yacheng." Fu Luo lowered her head to fiddle with her glasses frame and frowned, "Is this thing really worth 78,000?"

"It'd be impressive if it's worth 7.8." Xiao Zhu glanced at Fu Luo, then thought about the brat's sissy appearance just now, and finally realized that gender inversion seemed to be a characteristic of Fu Luo's family.

"You just said his actual name?" Xiao Zhu couldn't help but ask, "Does he have a nickname too?"

"Yeah," Fu Luo said, "I always call him Wang Ergou*."

*T/N: Second Dog Wang.

Xiao Zhu: "..."

"No, your family..."

Just as she was saying this, suddenly, Fu Luo paused in her steps, staring at a corner as if in thought.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Zhu asked.

"That robot seems off." Fu Luo's voice lowered to a whisper, her lips barely moving.

It was a cleaning robot. Fu Luo inspected them daily for Teacher Robin, so she was quite familiar with this type of work robot now.

To ensure the robots don't inconvenience their owners, this model has a triangular sensor on its back, allowing it to only enter standby mode when it finds a corner between two walls.

But that robot had been on standby for a while near the table leg, with an LED on its ear constantly flashing, as if malfunctioning.

And moments later, under Fu Luo's gaze, the cleaning robot moved to under another table, its broom sweeping up and down on the spotless clean floor.

Xiao Zhu, who had one of Fu Luo's arms in her embrace, felt the muscles in her arm suddenly tense up, her eyes turning sharp. Xiao Zhu subconsciously let go, suddenly a little scared.

Cleaning robots rely on sensors in their eyes to determine the location of trash to be cleaned and avoid obstacles. If the sensor or the transmission system in between malfunctions, the fuse at the back will automatically treat it as a short circuit and cut off the power...

In other words, a malfunction where it can move and avoid obstacles but can't determine if there's trash is impossible!

Moreover, the flashing LED on the ear indicates low battery. Usually, the robot would return to standby mode and wouldn't easily move around a large area.

Fu Luo's gaze swept across the crowd. With one glance, she spotted at least seven or eight such strange robots.

"Shh--" Fu Luo raised a finger to her lips, signaling Xiao Zhu not to say more. She instinctively reached for her waist, only to grasp at air, then remembered she wasn't on duty.

This is trouble, Fu Luo thought.

Looking at the robots mixed in with the crowd, forming a semi-encircling structure, she felt an ominous premonition rising in her heart.