Chapter 22: Changing Surname

His attitude was extremely sincere. He Huanhuan glanced at Han Mo, then at Old Mr. Gu.

Neither of them showed any reaction.

Damn it!

Couldn't they at least give her a hint?

In her social circle, fights only involved the individuals themselves—parents never butted in.

Han Xuan had tried to take advantage of her, and she had taught him a harsh lesson.

As far as she was concerned, that matter was settled.

But these two old men had to keep nagging, and now they were nagging without making things clear.

Was she supposed to agree or not?

Her gaze darted around the room and accidentally collided with a cold face.

Her cheap older brother, Gu Jingchen, stood by the door and silently nodded at her.

She immediately said to Han Changyong, "Fine! Arrange it however you want!"

Han Changyong let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Thank you, Little Huanhuan. Your uncle appreciates your kindness."

Today, he had invited every notable family in the city.

If Gu Chengye insisted on making things difficult for him, he would lose a lot of face.

He quickly patted He Huanhuan and smiled as he led her out. "Do you prefer Chinese or Western food? I've prepared both Huaiyang cuisine and French cuisine. The chefs are nationally renowned, so we have whatever you want."

Since no major scene had erupted, the onlookers were a bit disappointed.

But no one was foolish enough to press the matter.

Everyone present had their own conflicts of interest.

If there was excitement, they watched; if not, they were all one big happy family again.

Except for Song Zhuo.

The Song family had deep roots, and Song Zhuo was their only daughter—a pampered and genuine noble young lady.

She held a glass of red wine, stepped forward, and blocked He Huanhuan's path. "Gu Huanhuan?"

He Huanhuan glanced at her. "My name is He Huanhuan."

Song Zhuo sneered. "Since you've been recognized by the Gu family, why haven't you changed your surname to Gu? Or do you hold a grudge? Is that why you won't change it?"

He Huanhuan rolled her eyes at her. "What the hell does it have to do with you?"

"Big Sister, you can't speak to Fufu like that."

Gu Chacha immediately stepped in to stop He Huanhuan's cursing. "Fufu says all this for our family's sake. She means well..."

He Huanhuan looked at Gu Chacha defiantly. "So what? Still none of her damn business."

"Big Sister!"

Gu Chacha put on a very wronged expression. "How can you be like this?"

She looked pitiful enough, but her voice was loud, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"Big Sister, Fufu only cares about us. How can you be so harsh with her?"

She blinked, and her eyes instantly turned red.

To be fair, with her talent for crying on the spot, she could snag a decent role even in the entertainment industry.

Curious gazes quickly fixed on He Huanhuan. Ah, she was stirring up trouble again tonight!

"What's going on? What now?"

Old Mr. Gu had just walked away with Han Changyong to have a proper talk about sincerity.

Before they could even start, a commotion broke out.

Han Changyong seized the opportunity to steer Old Mr. Gu over. He couldn't let Gu Chengye hold the upper hand!

Taking a closer look, well, well—Gu Chengye's two daughters were having a row.

Han Changyong was instantly delighted. Guess everyone has their own family troubles!

And he had been mocked for his!

Old Mr. Gu had no choice but to step forward and ask Gu Chacha, "Chacha, what's this about?"

"Dad..."

Gu Chacha's eyes grew even redder, tears threatening to fall.

It was He Huanhuan who had spoken rudely, so why was he questioning her first?

Dad had never treated her like this before!

"Uncle, He Huanhuan was the one who cursed at me. Why are you asking Chacha?"

Song Zhuo stood up unhappily, confronting Old Mr. Gu.

As soon as she spoke, Old Mr. Gu's tone softened. "Huanhuan cursed at you? Impossible. She doesn't even know you, right?"

Song Zhuo sneered. "I was just curious why she hasn't changed her surname to Gu since she was found. Or are you saying He Huanhuan doesn't accept the Gu family from the bottom of her heart? That's why she refuses?"

At her words, Old Mr. Gu's attention shifted.

"That's right! Huanhuan has been back for so long, and Dad never thought about having you change your surname to Gu."

Old Mr. Gu looked at He Huanhuan considerately. "How about this: Dad will take you to change it tomorrow? What do you think?"

"Not happening."

He Huanhuan refused flatly, expressionless. "My name is He Huanhuan, and I'm not changing it."

Song Zhuo's eyes were full of mockery. "Ha! So you're not sincere at all."

He Huanhuan flipped her off. "None of your damn business. You talk too much."

Song Zhuo curled her lips into a smile. "You're Chacha's sister, so naturally I care about you."

"Is it really care?"

Han Mo walked over, his cold face fixed on Song Zhuo. "You know very well whether it's care or harassment."

These petty tricks were obvious to anyone with eyes.

Song Zhuo smiled and nodded. "So what if it is? Can't I ask?"

Han Mo's gaze turned icy. "The Gu family's matters are none of your business. I think..."

"And they are your business?"

Song Zhuo's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Han Mo, weren't you licking Chacha's boots before? Don't tell me—now that Gu Huanhuan's back, you've switched to licking hers? You're such a loyal dog, guarding your new master..."

Before she could finish her vicious mockery, a figure suddenly darted out from behind Han Mo, moving so fast she could barely see it.

"Slap!"

A loud, forceful slap landed on her face, so hard it sent her tumbling to the ground!

He Huanhuan's face was full of aggression. "I told you, my name is He Huanhuan! The hell is 'Gu Huanhuan'!"

Song Zhuo went mad. "He Huanhuan! How dare you hit me!"

He Huanhuan shook her leg. "I hit you, so what? Want to start a fight with me? Bring it on!"

Her provocation was extreme, and the burning sting on her cheek pushed Song Zhuo's rationality out the window.

Gu Chacha crouched down worriedly, calling out, "Fufu..."

But a flicker of barely suppressed excitement flashed in her eyes.

If He Huanhuan had hit Song Zhuo, this would get interesting!

The Song family wasn't like the Han family—they weren't easily brushed off.

Song Zhuo was the apple of her parents' eye.

Just wait until Uncle and Aunt found out. Hmph...

She carefully helped Song Zhuo up and said softly, "Fufu, are you okay?"

Rage had completely burnt away all of Song Zhuo's restraint. She shoved Gu Chacha aside and lunged at He Huanhuan like a madwoman. "You hit me! I'll kill you!!"

"Fufu!"

Gu Chacha cried out in alarm, but her hands didn't exert any strength, letting Song Zhuo easily slip past her.

Because they were standing so close, Song Zhuo reached He Huanhuan in just two steps!

Then He Huanhuan pinned her to the ground with one hand!

He Huanhuan let out a cold laugh, straddling her body.

Her palm smacked heavily onto Song Zhuo's head as He Huanhuan yelled arrogantly, "You want to hit me?"

"Let me go!"

Song Zhuo was furious and struggled wildly, but couldn't escape at all.

He Huanhuan, though she looked thin and weak, had freakish strength.

She had no trouble keeping her pinned down.

"Slap!"

Another slap landed on Song Zhuo's head. He Huanhuan looked at her like she was an idiot.

"Do I even know you? Why are you showing off here? Someone's using you as a pawn, and you're blazing away, huh? You dumbass."

Song Zhuo blushed and glared at her. "Stop trying to drive a wedge between Chacha and me! I just don’t like you, got a problem with that?"

She and Gu Chacha had grown up together and knew each other very well.

Even though Gu Chacha could be a bit of a schemer, they were still best friends.

She genuinely cared about her.

"Oh, really?"

He Huanhuan leaned down and whispered in her ear, "If she really cared about you, she would’ve charged in and hit me by now, instead of letting me pin you down and beat you up. Idiot."

"Shut up!"

Song Zhuo’s heart couldn’t help but waver. Chacha was just timid—she wasn’t that bad!